WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito Live Radio Freestyle 95

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[Verse 1] When I come through, you better look out 'Cause my brain is sickly, kid, I roll with crooks All about selling books of acid Snitch and you'll get took out quickly Your body parts'll be a mystery 'Cause you could be left with a criminal history When sellin' hits of E We drive around in stolen Camrys The shit we do revolves around government notes Flight coats, and female mammaries, all for the family Your, family vehicle could get Shanghaied randomly Sometimes we do it candidly, peepin' for cops Selling Mexican crops, doin' drops, I do dirt with Chinks and Wops That work in chop shops, these kids are bananas Carrying scalpels in their bandanas Always know where the man is 'Cause they got programmable scanners Plus .9's and .38's Nigga rockin' glasses, sportin' a nerdy face While murkin' with dirty plates, fat like a walrus The Mary Jane florist'll be loungin' in Honduras As long as I watch out for that Ford Taurus You're below, my league of flow, I'm down wit' eager hoes That suck dick for figaros in Montego Blow In these streets of haste and bad taste you'll get stuck like paste Fag bags with shit around their waste, I fucked up And, kid, you'll get bucked up Off the top of my skull, kid, my knife ain't fuckin' dull I'm mad raw, kid, I'll rip apart your tits Get on your fuckin' Knees bitch and eat my shit, kid [Radio DJ] Uggggyaaaahhhhhh, so disgusting.... you're a dirtbag, man, he's a goon [Necro] Check it Check it, keep it flowin', keep it flowin', keep it flowin' We do props, we do drops, I do drops, on the rocks Drinkin' props, thada la, thada la, ta Check it! We do drops, for true props Drinkin' Schnapps on the rocks, packin' Glocks and Oowops New York ain't got no true cops All I need to get loose A black deuce deuce, 22 ounces o' crack juice (And a female masseuse!) While I'm gettin' played, by judges that are regal paid I think o' stabbin' my legal aid, with an illegal blade If you're thinkin' o' livin' a life that's legitimate Once you taste a bit of it, you won't even consider it! 'Cause existing legal, has a persisting evil Twisted aftertaste that leaves you feeble Turning you in to sadistic people! Fast I need this cash flow with G's Currently I wanna see wax, contracts, and currency Kids, centering their lives around breaking and entering Stuck from surrendering, we be taking and vender-ing My agenda, is to see some legal tender Even if I must offend ya, by shovin' this knife in to your pudenda! These streets are scandalous Filled with panhandlers, crime is unanimous [Yo, the beat, the beat died, kid] Vandals piss their money away on cannabis Fuck around and get cut! With Ron's sword, while my ex-con horde Be sippin' grape concord, scopin' for corrupt pigs! 'Cause 5-0 be humorous So we peep for the numerous luminars That wanna bring doom to us, what! [Verse 2] I can't wait, to castrate clever men When I chop off your dick, you'll never jerk off ever again I bring pillage when I strangle Criz in the village with cheap clothes I'm turning peep shows in to creep shows I got ya ditch made 'Cause I had to get rich, paid Another bitch slayed by my switch blade Get ready I got a machete for your fuckin' tushy I drink Bloody Mary's with the blood from Jesus Mom's pussy If you don't submit to me and my fellow ex-cons I'll shove this three pound kronze up your tunnel of bronze My evil you couldn't hack it Fuck a crucifix, your better off walkin' around With Tony Iommi's leather jacket You can't see me, on the DL, I watch you I got a bundle of crack, bitch That says I'm gonna brainwash you I'll offend your kins, then Toxic Avenger, sin Gimme ya Benjamins or get cut up by pendulums What!