Freestyle

Yeah, bitch, i’m a lyricist
Rhymin so easy like it’s calculus
Bitch…
Yeah got the beat droppin harder than my grades
Bitches call me jack, the man of all trades
Yeah that’s right i’m the smartest in the room
Man, fuck the emperor, look at my groove
Yeah, bitches all up in by business
Yeah you can see me with the biggest fuckin grimice
I’ll beat you up while holding my guinness
Yeah bitch i’m fearless
Yeah i got a nimbus on fuckin christmas
During the early 2000’s
Bitch i get millions for my allowance
Ha ha, just kiddin
I be gettin no woman
I’ll be flippin
Like i was on kickin it
Rapping without you
Bitch eminem liked my shit before my debut
Yeah
Bitch i got that beef stew
Got your girl all up on me instead of you
Aye
Bitch i be dancing like i was in hairspray
Man call me santa cause i fuckin sleigh
Man i’m going to hell on that highway
Bitch for me everyday is payday
Yeah, man Fuck a chorus
I be measuring angles like i was pythagoras
But i’m not looking at triangles
I be lookin at your girls hips and ankles
Yeah…
Just gonna let the beat ride out for a little bit
Nah just kidding i’m freestyle over it
Stole this beat like i’m dbangz
Man i’d watch them shows on boomerang
You know, like the flintstones and jetsons
Man those shows were the shit back then
Yeah