Chucky Thompson - Highline Ballroom Soundcheck (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] Ayo, first off my name is f** that, check the playlist b**h I'm tryna blow up like the Al Qaedas But why y'all wanna be famous So I can pay for protection and pretend to be gangsta These rappers is five foot tall talking about gang banging I'm 6'3'', I pee make 'em yellow like Coldplay is Six deep up in the rental Honda from Avis Bad b**hes give me brain that explains the mindless behavior But f** 'em and nevermind 'em like a hater This rap sh** is wack I'm goin' back to gettin' paid under the table This industry turns me off like I forgot to pay my cable A bunch of males on these labels tryna stick it in my an*l (what the f**?) So I f** these girls cause their rear-ended I said motherf** the world cause it's near ended And if you're scared go to church Other than that go get a shirt with my name on it Get your peers offended You're tormented by my face huh? yeah That makes you think of what you ain't huh? yeah So shimmy shimmy yah shimmy yay Get your old dirty a** out the way Hold up, (ring) Kells, Kells, it's XXL We've got some wonderful news and I just wanted to tell Now I know you and our freshman issue don't sit well So we said f** everyone else, gave you the cover to yourself I ain't ballin' but I'm at the free throw Didn't go to college, but I know this gringo is copied more than a f**in' Kinkos Mijo, mis amigos will cut you into burritos And feed you to the sea gulls, your career's over, finito Yeah b**h, yeah b**h call me Steve-O I'm jacka**, I'll backhand my country's presidito I don't take part in politics Where I'm from we call it deep-throat I'd rather f** me a b**h and X-Men like Magneto Call me an a**hole but be tactical Because the wrong vernacular could turn something spectacular to a ma**acre Microphone damager, Midwest a**a**iner Cleveland cannibal, able to eat any of you f*ggots like bananas My cabinets are full of plants that make my lungs blacker than Janet High as intergalactic planets, I think I work for NASA My chucks are cla**ic, body marked up like my manager's calendar Fans are fanatical still I'm slept on like these mattresses Wake up, can you see me? Somebody get binoculars I'm on top of a mammoth slappin' two animal activistes Livin' up to the standards I got stuck with as a rapper A havoc, problematic, psychopathic, ba*tard, amba**ador (Cough, cough) hot boxin' an Acura Pants saggin' gettin' head from Tabatha b**h I be that skinny motherf**er Cleveland's what I'm reppin' They already know the answer Ain't no motherf**in' question, it's Kells I got more bars than a jail I got more heat than the sun itself You would think I was a member of Hell You would think I didn't have any manners the way I use this Biggie beat for myself But if anyone of you got a problem than let me call P.Diddy up on the cell and we'll tell you: f** the world it don't ask me for sh**, all you industry b**hes can s** my dick f** the world it don't ask me for sh**, I said all you industry b**hes can s** my dick, b**h...