Brett Michael - Pa**out Freestyle lyrics

I eat the p**y like its cereal, pancino, n' I ain't Robert but I'm getting mad dinero, it's sad, your hero ain't even a sandwich cause how much bread does he got on him? Zero, n' I know I get (x2) more bread, n' I know I get more head, n' if I got a pencil dick than why your b**h want more lead? I'm so fed up with anyone trying to say y'all are close to better than me. I'm a tell y'all what Eric told me, Cash Rules Everything Around Me, yeah, my lines are so over your head man, flow tight like a dread man, yeah, n' I ain't repping Hollygrove, go to school in Buffalo, paperchase in Kingston, keg stand crazy, grew up on the farm so tools don't phase me, catch me after math by the eminem machine selling bags, thats shady. That's your ladie sitting next to me, the way that I roll n' face a L you think it's extasy, oh there he go, ain't no one stopping him, I used to be proactive with the pills, yeah I was poppin 'em, wack MC's I'm dropping them, ain't no body stopping him, they p**y I'm popping them, Orville Redenbaching them, but only if the rubber's on deck or if I let shawtay hit it cause the bowl's on Shrek. Sick rythme sk**s for a honky, cooking up work in the kitchen on my Donkey, I'm making waffles, how's a triple stack? I'll eat it, recurgitate it, flip it, make triple back, yeah, with a swag you would k** for, money too strong, pockets on body builder, yeah, you can go n' try to hate, bu*t he scales on point, I ain't sorry for the weight