Rum - Nosetalgia (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Scoob] Scoob's cypher stopped the street, discreet, cheap disciples So please pick a title; My flows insane, they maestro Walking on a tightrope, I hope I don't go psycho Pick up the f**ing Pyckle I meant the f**ing pickle Pick up the f**ing tickle till ya brains show up missing p**y wet & dripping Ali flow, f**-a-Liston I'm not dissing Liston, I just picked a pot to piss in My flow is not gon change until the weather brings us rain But on another note, I wrote this sh** simple & plain Rage Against Machine, I am not one to be tamed We are not one of the same No I can't give you some change But if you change your attitude, you dudes may not die in vein But that statement is not promised Crop-dusting the bills, this is a broken farmer Stop, drop and roll, or else you'll f**ing harm her Ex con, son, my name is Jon Connor It is my f**ing honor to announce the beginning of Scoob Tha Dude's f**ing promise And I promise- To be the best of the best with all these f**ing ballers And I don't like my lyrical content, i'm just being honest Chose the children that were ignored while they living Giving them hope for the slope, hopefully they go & miss it I just pray they witness- My f**ing baby pictures Please read the f**ing note, ho, shut up and listen And I peel out in the middle of getting a real scowl That's real foul Pulling up the pull up, all of a sudden i'm real now With a heel down, that's real sh** Skateboard, I kick-flip with a stick-shift Rum, i'm about to pa** this sh** I'm finished! [Verse 2: Rum] Amazing sh** Wild f**ing animal, no taming it These n***as soft as baby sh** I'm chef'n, you should savor it No, I can't deny the p**y, flavor is my favorite Know people on some gangsta sh** Sneeze all on ya handkerchief Uh, he-he Excuse me I done took enough shots to f**ing film a movie Crumbs all in my mustache from rolling all these doobies Guns blast, run fast, run laps up in that coochie Hey, how are we doing? The game's down, I'll carry it like a burden So judge me all you want, don't give a f** about your verdict It's yours against mine, don't give a f** what your word is Cause i'm here to cut the gra**, lower the blades up on these serpents And you cannot debate that there is hate still in the room Annihilate the fake We are apes k**ing baboons I give these ho's faith even though father us coming home soon I should probably go change my clothes, I been blazing it up since noon I'm just a mixed n***a filled with mixed emotions That itty bitty city by the prison so ferocious I think i'm about to spazz out, let me double up this dosage Of potent, roll it, smoke it, load it Peep deep into my eyes, you'll see medallions We're evil type medieval people, gallop up on stallions Behead a hater and stab is jealous brother in the belly with- The blade of justice, f** it Leave him in the gutter they found me in If it's money there then count me in He-he, if it's money there then count me in A simple lyrical exercise just to test ya mind I'll score ya like i'm Jordan And that is just a warning Uuggghhh