Freeverse #4

Lyrics

[Intro: Uncredited sample, Token & Composition] Oowee, my baby, you're looking good to me Kiss me, honey Oowee, squeeze me baby (Yes) You're looking good to me (Haha) Well talk to me baby, make me happy as a man can be Haha, free verse number four! Yes, Composition, tell 'em how it is I'on give a fuck if you on my dick Yeah, and I'on give a fuck if you bump my shit And I'on give a fuck if you on my clique Let's go Check it out, look, look, look [Verse] I'm the leading cause of suicidal rappers They play my tape and stay amazed and say, "Dude, I don't matter" And it's alright, they don't like they're own lines And when a ghost drive, but will take illiteral, given physical damage You're welcome, now you a ghost, right? Oh my, I got the cocaine flow That's dope lines without the nose, guys I'm so fly that I can fuckin' bomb pilots You old like a motherfuckin' Pomp pilot (Yes) I'm not violent (No), I just get angry And I'll stab you in the eyes if you can't see See, I ain't got money, I ain't tall, dark and handsome I ain't a hipster, I got the swag of Paul Blart with a handgun But I'm definitely never missin' that I'm wrecking Just to get my recognition, death to any men who disagrees Asking me to respect your riddance I wouldn't look up to you if I was a two foot eleven inches out for midget (Oh) Representing the sickest clique on the come up Killing shit in the fifth grade, be spittin' until the sun up (Uh-huh) Growth is a bitch, ain't it? My [?] will get hated Not over 'cause the day, kid you know that I spit flames with Flows rope, soap, they bloat, dope's open Flow so cold, they froze a snow globe and broke it (Ha) Flow can go slow like a robo in the ocean A math faster, [?] sleepin' like my ass in the last math class Dag nabbit, I'm back at it like it's a bad habit And believe I'm mean like a class average You need to get stuck in your place like bad traffic Homie, get over yourself like a rap ad-lib Take a stab at it like Jack the Ripper Like, "Hey, I'm glad to kill ya" You have a deal, no talent still, you're stackin' mills Because you sold your soul like a shoe package dealer If you're starin' on Earth at a arrogant twerp Comparin' some [?] roster, [?] there and a word Don't ask me why I ain't got nice shoes and all black Have no snapback when A$AP is wearing a skirt I ain't hatin', I'm just sayin', you do you and I'll do me But God damn, I am hatin' when I often see a so called G With money like the lottery he don't deserve And rather smoke some urb than help people in poverty And when he buyin' cars, they never drive Instead of live savin', I'm mic slayin' with high maintenance Rhymed language You think I flied straight from Einstein's brain You'd think I'd find slaves, a nice place I'm going quite Abraham Lickin' these letters together, you better surrender Or you get [?] stretcher to pleasure whenever enter I'm Hellen clever, that's clever as hell My music mixes effort and F words, my parents can tell I'm doing swell, I got my one's and my L's Writing in the principal's 'cause I said "fuckin'" in health He said "use your common sense, you stupid fuck" I chucked a penny at his face Said "that's my common sense, I didn't wanna use it up" Huh huh, just kidding, I'm an angel I don't know when these words and after school I clean the tables You already know I'm the best around but shit That's enough about me, lemme tell you about my clique [?] beats a rapper quick as faster like [?] After I decapitate it like [?] Jay burns him and rolls him up and tries to blaze the ash After Composition takes his wallet and tries to pay me back (Let me take that) Now I have money for suing my therapist By putting his face in between the A&R and the opaqueness door Let that soak in like a sponge of the cleaner That was sixty-four bars for a free verse, bitch [Outro] Free verse number four L-P-O-D bitch!