This is a song about "Sarah de"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Your classroom testing! right there in the cafeteria eating! right there in the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously