[Intro]
So it's come to my attention that some people think
I'm not truly freestyling
When I say I'm freestyling
So how bout we freestyle on a track with video
And then you can see what I'm talking about
[Verse 1]
This one goes out to all the mutha f**in hatas
Who think I'm writing my thoughts down on pen and paper
I would tell you ahead of time
I wouldn't play you kid
How bout you peep this rhyme
[Verse 2]
I was walking down the street and I saw your mother Patrice
She was wearing a green dress
She had crooked teeth
I walked into the house
I walked into the house
I saw you on the couch
I waved you goodbye
As me and your mother walked up inside
Of her bedroom
She had the laced curtains
I love the laced curtains
I love the laced curtains
That she had on her bed
[Verse 3]
We started doing the, friggidy diggidy
You heard the noise from downstairs in your basery
You heard the bams, and the slaps, and the little "ohh-ahh"
That I did to your mom that day
That you saw the f**in crime that I commited on your mother
It was mutual
You can agree
That your mother is now my b**h
So that makes me your daddy
Scratch that itch
Scratch that itch, son
That itch in the back of your head
That's the itch that said "I just f**ing rocked you dead."
I f**ing owned your soul
I f**ing owned you dead
You best move out
Boarding school for you, Chet
Yeah, your name is Chet
I don't even understand, how could your name be Chet?
That's like from the Hardy Boys or something
The Hardly Boys, remember those books?
There was a character named Chet, who was kinda fat, ate all the time
You remind me of Chet
[Outro]
So I hope that clears up any of this
This is freestyle, top of ya head
I'm not, cuz I ain't ever done (incoherent)
It's just off top of my head, you can't tell
I mean, God, wasn't even that good of a freestyle, at all
But I just owned your mom, and I'm your daddy
So I'm gonna go
But I like this beat a lot so I just wanna listen to it for a second more