"2K FREESTYLE" lyrics
I'm king of this shit, yeah I do it with elegance
I'm the zone I'm in my element
I'm with the spiders and all of 'em venomous
Can't give me brain if the bitch unintelligent
Hoes are retarded, I guess I'll be celibate
Indian nigga, I'm up on a elephant
Why you be rapping if you so irrelevant?
Wait till your genitals go through development
I hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatin
Make his spirit fly up high like a pelican
Fuck a human being amount of melanin
Doesn't make a nigga more-so malevolent
You know I tell 'em it, animal delegate
Stealing and burning and kill for the hell of it
All of these rappers is funny, it evident
All of 'em fucking witchu for the benefit
Do I be fucking with them, it's a negative
Niggas be actin' complacent on sedatives
All of yo' music is getting repetitive
Like how I rap on the track but it's better if
I just get credited, I ain't invented it
I just be gassing you all off adrenaline
I'm so competitive
Everyone got they opinion, but all of it relative
I'm in the cut with my niggas, bacteria
Always be honest with niggas that near to ya'
Niggas fall off always acting superior
I'm in the gut of this slut, her interior
Wanna join us, you don't meet the criteria
I got the rocket that popping in Syria
I be so cold to these niggas, Siberia
If I'm on the track, get up, nigga I carry ya
Pull out yo' spine, make a nigga invertebrate
I'm in the city, it got a high murder rate
Pussy ass niggas be talking, they sure to hate
Should I abort this lil nigga, that's her debate
Uhhh
Pull up I dump out a, "Wait, running man, running man"
Someone better get a weight, put a gram on a pan
Bitch you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it then
Fuck it get a cutter mate, GTA on demand
Vroom, vroom
Might hotwire the whip and I zoom, zoom
These niggas be shittin' like boom, boom
I'm winnin' I'm grinnin', a loon toon
That nigga want smoke but ain't put in
They butthole, I'm puttin' my foot in
Get out of yo' feelings, you could win
But you way too cold to be cool then
Ahh
I put my dick in her mouth and she suck it up
I'm on your block and I'm barkin' like "What is up"
I will not fuck a ho unless her butt is up
Nigga be sucking toes, man what the fuck is up wit' em
My gun on my denim, I send him to heaven
I get 'em outside of the 7-Eleven
He want it I bring 'em, a spider I sting 'em
The poison is in 'em, I'm done on the rhythm
Yeahhahahaha
I'm the zone I'm in my element
I'm with the spiders and all of 'em venomous
Can't give me brain if the bitch unintelligent
Hoes are retarded, I guess I'll be celibate
Indian nigga, I'm up on a elephant
Why you be rapping if you so irrelevant?
Wait till your genitals go through development
I hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatin
Make his spirit fly up high like a pelican
Fuck a human being amount of melanin
Doesn't make a nigga more-so malevolent
You know I tell 'em it, animal delegate
Stealing and burning and kill for the hell of it
All of these rappers is funny, it evident
All of 'em fucking witchu for the benefit
Do I be fucking with them, it's a negative
Niggas be actin' complacent on sedatives
All of yo' music is getting repetitive
Like how I rap on the track but it's better if
I just get credited, I ain't invented it
I just be gassing you all off adrenaline
I'm so competitive
Everyone got they opinion, but all of it relative
I'm in the cut with my niggas, bacteria
Always be honest with niggas that near to ya'
Niggas fall off always acting superior
I'm in the gut of this slut, her interior
Wanna join us, you don't meet the criteria
I got the rocket that popping in Syria
I be so cold to these niggas, Siberia
If I'm on the track, get up, nigga I carry ya
Pull out yo' spine, make a nigga invertebrate
I'm in the city, it got a high murder rate
Pussy ass niggas be talking, they sure to hate
Should I abort this lil nigga, that's her debate
Uhhh
Pull up I dump out a, "Wait, running man, running man"
Someone better get a weight, put a gram on a pan
Bitch you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it then
Fuck it get a cutter mate, GTA on demand
Vroom, vroom
Might hotwire the whip and I zoom, zoom
These niggas be shittin' like boom, boom
I'm winnin' I'm grinnin', a loon toon
That nigga want smoke but ain't put in
They butthole, I'm puttin' my foot in
Get out of yo' feelings, you could win
But you way too cold to be cool then
Ahh
I put my dick in her mouth and she suck it up
I'm on your block and I'm barkin' like "What is up"
I will not fuck a ho unless her butt is up
Nigga be sucking toes, man what the fuck is up wit' em
My gun on my denim, I send him to heaven
I get 'em outside of the 7-Eleven
He want it I bring 'em, a spider I sting 'em
The poison is in 'em, I'm done on the rhythm
Yeahhahahaha
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton
