FREESTYLE BABY!
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Yo... Uh-huh!
[Intro]
So this freestyle is dedicated to all those motherf**ers that thought that I was gone, stiff and rotten
Dead and forgotten
And if by any chance you're a hater, then I beg to see you later
Cause I got sh** to do and a stiff dick for you
You can shove it up your a** if you like
Or I'ma beat up your a** like I'm Ike-
Turner...Turn up the burner
What the f** is up? I ain't even begun yet
You're making out stars when there ain't none,man
Seeing dust when I ain't dropped a single rhyme yet, ain't co*ked my gun yet
So why fret? Why sweat? Why get your pants wet?
Come on dude, we just met
Ha ha!
Yo...
I hear you're frustrated
Complaining that I keep getting overrated
Well, I'm hated, debated
Separated, ain't nobody in my zone
Cause I'm way too far in a league of my own
Being my challenger is outdated
Scrap it off your calendar, stop faking
You can't match my style, so you start hating
Traitors by my side, they contemplated
Attempting homicide, but they never made it...
Their plot's taken, so please awaken
Hear my concrete-shaking steps to the victory...
I'm record breaking
Don't ever try to step to me, or f** with me, or try to pull a stack from me...
Uh!
Else I'll blast your a** like a match on gas
Damn I spaz
I keep flowing with the waves of the beat
So feel the heat, please retreat if you can't surrender
Cause there's no defender
I attack with splendour
Beating your scalp to pulp is top on my agenda
Uh!
I spit like a military drone
I snatch your stash, smack your wack, kick your a** home
With a tennis ball strapped to your dome
That's a hand grenade
Damn, I'm a renegade
I murder your punk a** on a track, that's how much your wack
And I break another Guinness time
While I'm just... jogging to the finish line?!
Flogging wack motherf**ers ain't my top job, just a hobby
Like getting dick licked by a sweet b**h in a crop top in the lobby
Uh!
I think I once told everybody before
That I just don't give-a-f** any more
What the f** are dances, romances, second chances?
That's nonsense, throw that sh** in the past tense!
I'm unsociable, I'm a loner
f** Arsenal, I'm Barcelona
Name a hip hop source that's more lion and messy than me
DON'T BEEF with me, I'ma bodybag ya
For lunch I crunch I munch a beef burger
A jug of molten bu*ter and a mug a malt lager
Then I punch I crush a bunch of weak rappers
Man, I twist your weakness
Gouge out the eyes of the eyewitness
As you and I witness, this boast of fitness
Uh!
It's one thing to learn to sing along to My Name Is
And A-complete-separate-NOTHER to be famous
Damn...
Fame is when, Eminem knows your middle name
And you got your co*k stuck in the a** of the game
Say my name, I'm Davey Fame...
That n***a that slew uranium from the start of the new millennium
I stack packed bars upon yo flat cranium
I say secrets cause you're too dumb to tell any of 'em
Wanna be at my level?
You gotta be a mad rebel...
[Outro]
Y'all haters looking up my profile
Suing me a thousand bucks for a court fine
It's high time you noticed
Your lifeline's to know this...
I ain't even got a damn government file
Cause I'm etched in your mind in a permanent style
sh**!
Aiyo... Uh!
Word up, eat your heart out..
I'm outie!