freestlyle
yo yo ... lemme lemme show you how we do it down in the hood... i m above the artists of radio station westwood....Yo... Yo.. I beat u lyk a HO...i killed ur flow in a freestyle ... Agaist me ur grlfrnd hs a pollicefile..so..Switch up... Ur mothaf**kin style... Wait ill b bck in a while ... Nw I'm bck in my way.. I can see through u like an xray... U do luk lyk super gay...why dnt u gt f**ked up by James bay ....Im gnna make ur ass a racial issue... Nd stapler stich u...i think ur out of d town.. cuz u do luk lyk fakeass chris brown... Situation bout to get heavy..... Go boy play wid ur teddy... I am f**kin steady...have u ever got a new rhyme...i think i dont hv much time...so ill finish u off early... And make ur shit curly....who the f**k told u a rapper...u dnt blong here this is hip-hop..... Go get ur eye drop... Cuz u cant see music..... Heres a rap lyric go learn n use it....Yo... Stop saying shit... Im nt goin to be playin wid u... Cuz it luks lyk a cyclone hit u... And a honkey diss u... Im going to f**k your mom wid u... Aight.... If ya comin wid ur whole team then also im afraid of none of you... ill be standin right infront of you... ill f**k some of you leavin none of you.. Im gonna stab and hit ya... Felt the difference but you are still ya... I'm gonna kill ya and electricdrill ya... You keep talkin shit ... And im nuttin to play with.... ill f**k you away with when me n wayne spit.....you can catch me in d studio bangin... Who d f**k died n told u to do rappin...i dont give a f**k cuz theres no way u can f**k wid us.. Go catch your mamas home bus...... You're nt goin to catch me cuz I'm at ma topspeed .... You wanna insult me cuz you're not me....so what if I'm not 45 if ima kick ya ur nt alive... You're gnna land In a bee hive... You dont even know to drive.... By Your moma u get a daily ride... Ur such a f**kin disgrace ... Go home and tie ur shoe lace.... You're too small for this rap race..... Go first learn to pack a briefcase.....u have such a zany outfit .... There's no way you gonna survive my outlet .....the dogs start to bark...I guess you are afraid of the dark...cuz you live in a trailor park...all bitches call me Tony Stark(ironman)....At 12 midnight ima knock your door .... If you want some more then be at the sea shore....ill take you to the core and then bang you at the floor...
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