The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.) - Sprite Commercial lyrics

[webb] Yo, can you pa** me that can right there? (which one--the red one or green one?) The green one Yo check it, let me represent the borough of queens [And Allah?], my delivery is deadly like cyanide But peep it I got a secret, let me unleash it I'm hooked on Sprite, and I get mad when I don't receive it The thirst quencher [nothing is better than the?] I consume the beverage from January though December That's why my technique is mad unique when I speak it Big Webbs signing off, watch your girl when I freak it [Canibus] Ok now, check it If I stranded on a desert and I had one wish, I'd choose Sprite without a question The taste is so slammin', you got to understand it I obey my thirst like one of the ten commandments Smooth and refreshing I can't seem to get enough She's Sprite making love to my taste buds Sparkling like a 6 karat diamond I wish Sprite bottles came in forty-eight ounce sizes,' cause if it did, I'd be drinking Sprite all night The carbohydrates make me violate and start bar fights But Ima chill and keep it real Meanwhile, I get my drink on for half a dollar bill So yo, I pay your thirst verse, never second I hold this Sprite can in my hand like a weapon I fight for a Sprite, like a heavyweight title And let [Cherry-Cola?] go up in flames like Michael Jackson, I drink Sprite for my satisfaction Don't stop the track 'cause Ima keep on rappin' About the drink that got more flavor than Craig Mack and I'll even get a handicapped n***a's toes tappin'