Dave Scamper - Dave Scamper's Matoma Freestyle lyrics

FREESTYLE BABY! Yo 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hated, debated Separated, ain't nobody in my zone Cause I'm way too far in a league of my own Being my challenger is outdated Scrap it off your calendar, stop faking You can't match my style, so you start hating Traitors by my side, they contemplated Attempting homicide, but they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!