Man, Snoop an't got nothing on me.When I was growing up we called it cutting.I was one bad ,long hair,southern,white boy...I could cut people to pieces.This was way before rap came to be.Float like a butterfly ,sting like a bee, rumble young man rumble...AAAAaaaa I could make Shaft blush,and he was a bad mother#@$.One ,two ,three, baby you and me,and a well spent quater keeps me free.I whoops him bad masser,he not come back no's more.Your girl said she loves you best,cept maybe for that circus fellow.hahaha