2K FREESTYLE
I'm king of this shit, yeah, I do it with elegance
I'm in the zone, I'm in my element
I'm with the spiders and all of 'em venomous
Can't give me brain if the bitch unintelligent
Hoes are retarded, I guess I'll be celibate
Indian nigga, I'm up on a elephant
Why you be rapping if you so irrelevant?
Wait 'til your genitals go through development
I hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatin
Make his spirit fly up high like a pelican
Fuck a human being amount of melanin
Doesn't make a nigga more-so malevolent
You know I tell 'em it, animal delegate
Stealing and burning and kill for the hell of it
All of these rappers is funny, it evident
All of 'em fucking witchu for the benefit
Do I be fucking with them, it's a negative
Niggas be actin' complacent on sedatives
All of yo' music is getting repetitive
Like how I rap on this track but it's better if
I just get credited, I ain't invented it
I just be gassing you all off adrenaline
I'm so competitive
Everyone got they opinion, but all of it relative
I'm in the cut my niggas, bacteria
Always be honest with niggas that near to ya'
Niggas fall off always acting superior
I'm in the gut of this slut, her interior
Wanna join us, you don't meet the criteria
I got the rocket that popping in Syria
I be so cold to these nigga, Siberia
If I'm on the track, get up, nigga I carry ya
Pull out yo' spine, make a nigga invertebrate
I'm in the city, it got a high murder rate
Pussy ass niggas be talking, they sure to hate
Should I abort this lil' nigga, that's her debate
Uhhh
Pull up I dump out a, "Wait, running man, running man"
Someone better get a weight, put a gram on a pan!
Bitch you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it then
Fuck it get a cutter mate, GTA on demand (Grrah, yah!)
Vroom, vroom!
Might hotwire the whip and I zoom, zoom!
These niggas be shittin' like boom, boom!
I'm winnin' I'm grinnin', a loon toon!
That nigga want smoke but ain't put in
They butthole, I'm puttin' my foot in
Get out of yo' feelings, you could win
But you way too cold to be cool then!
Ahhh!
I put my dick in her mouth and she suck it up!
I'm on yo' block and I'm barkin' like, "What is up"
I will not fuck a hoe unless her butt is up!
Nigga be sucking toes, man what the fuck is up wit' em!
My gun on my denim, I send him to Heaven!
I get 'em outside of the 7-Eleven!
He want it I bring 'em, a spider I sting 'em!
The poison is in 'em, I'm done on the rhythm!
Yeah, hahahaha!
I'm in the zone, I'm in my element
I'm with the spiders and all of 'em venomous
Can't give me brain if the bitch unintelligent
Hoes are retarded, I guess I'll be celibate
Indian nigga, I'm up on a elephant
Why you be rapping if you so irrelevant?
Wait 'til your genitals go through development
I hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatin
Make his spirit fly up high like a pelican
Fuck a human being amount of melanin
Doesn't make a nigga more-so malevolent
You know I tell 'em it, animal delegate
Stealing and burning and kill for the hell of it
All of these rappers is funny, it evident
All of 'em fucking witchu for the benefit
Do I be fucking with them, it's a negative
Niggas be actin' complacent on sedatives
All of yo' music is getting repetitive
Like how I rap on this track but it's better if
I just get credited, I ain't invented it
I just be gassing you all off adrenaline
I'm so competitive
Everyone got they opinion, but all of it relative
I'm in the cut my niggas, bacteria
Always be honest with niggas that near to ya'
Niggas fall off always acting superior
I'm in the gut of this slut, her interior
Wanna join us, you don't meet the criteria
I got the rocket that popping in Syria
I be so cold to these nigga, Siberia
If I'm on the track, get up, nigga I carry ya
Pull out yo' spine, make a nigga invertebrate
I'm in the city, it got a high murder rate
Pussy ass niggas be talking, they sure to hate
Should I abort this lil' nigga, that's her debate
Uhhh
Pull up I dump out a, "Wait, running man, running man"
Someone better get a weight, put a gram on a pan!
Bitch you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it then
Fuck it get a cutter mate, GTA on demand (Grrah, yah!)
Vroom, vroom!
Might hotwire the whip and I zoom, zoom!
These niggas be shittin' like boom, boom!
I'm winnin' I'm grinnin', a loon toon!
That nigga want smoke but ain't put in
They butthole, I'm puttin' my foot in
Get out of yo' feelings, you could win
But you way too cold to be cool then!
Ahhh!
I put my dick in her mouth and she suck it up!
I'm on yo' block and I'm barkin' like, "What is up"
I will not fuck a hoe unless her butt is up!
Nigga be sucking toes, man what the fuck is up wit' em!
My gun on my denim, I send him to Heaven!
I get 'em outside of the 7-Eleven!
He want it I bring 'em, a spider I sting 'em!
The poison is in 'em, I'm done on the rhythm!
Yeah, hahahaha!
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton
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