Agent-O Freestyle

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[Intro: Copywrite] Smoke weed and shoot the cops And giving all the lettuce to the kids on the block Smoke weed and shoot the cops And giving all the lettuce to the kids on the block [Interlude: Copywrite] There was me, Copy And three of my enemies All supposed to meet at the Cannabis Club Well, the Cannabis Club could couldn't afford their weed license So they sold us ayahuasca and peyote Go figure Which sharpens you up for a bit of the old paranoia Plagued our minds this evening And so kiddies, death to all Right, right?!? (Right, right?!?) [Verse: Copywrite] I'm Against the Machine Like Rage, bitches say (*Scream*), "Now where's this Freaking Cage, he'd have let me live, Copy's dick engraves" You are correct, madame. I shoot a TEC at 'em Columbine GT alumni dissect at 'em And I'm wearing white and a vest, death wish. Come on Hit me right in the chest, I'm excited for death (Come on!) 'cause I invited My friends, so don't disappoint, we hyped as a vet. Do it! It'll be Real Eazy, Eric Wright in the flesh. They let me out? I could come outside? Duck and hide. Guess you could say I'm practicing celibacy, I'm out of my fucking mind Creature in the past life like happy belated murder Stuff green in a shell like when God had created turtles Shit, see a mannequin, sell a CD to it. Won't stop 'Til I hit B.I.G. like LAPD bullets. My mic Stand's winning a few, hit you, get your lifespan split Into two, alone, my hype man's invisible. Oh no They're like, "Damn, it isn't you. Why couldn't it be?" If I couldn't emcee, I'd tie a slipknot to wood in a tree Description bugged, I'm doing prescription drugs While smooching a pistol slug, vamoose if I sniff enough I'm doing the shit you love, gun-powder-flirting psycho With a knife close to your shower curtain, rifle when I'm tired of lurking I could tell if blood's type A or type O coming out a person When I'm dead, they'll remix every song 'til they run out of versions Strict muslim but quit cold turkey once they ran out of virgins Switch to christianity but quit once I came out a virgin. Let 'em know One of my names christians whispering when they say grace Wish me merry Christmas and happy birthday on the same day The strand of my hand will make you paranoid of air noise While you're smoking that artificial dies' we call steroids Kushing/Cushion the blunt like I dropped an L in my couch, coughing Looking like there's Hell in my mouth, alphabetics Selling them out my trunk two for a nick, my new whore is sick What you thought? She called Two Short a bitch And who could brag when half your fans are super fags? Your shows Draw more dicks than Jonah Hill in Superbad Better pray to God—advice from Peter—'fore his lightness strike delete ya I'm writing ether while Jay and Nas are writing neither So top five's not what I'm out to take. Try top Every algebraic equation Einstein could calculate [Scratched Hook] People said his brain was infected by devils [Outro: Copywrite] Copywrite Rarities Why don't you follow me Into a realm of unlimited releases? T.H.E. High Exhaulted: 8th Anniversary Edition will be out soon (Did you fuck up?) Yeah, I fucked up. We're keeping that The Life and Times of Peter Nelson album will be out soon (Focus your mind) Stay tuned Focus your mind (Stay tuned) Copywrite, Megahertz, ODot, fuck you