Theoretic - Debut freestyle lyrics

{intro} Yo, I'm about to bring real rap back {verse: J.E. Koncept} Back from the sanitarium, "Welcome Home" Crept d**h on Metallica, the insanities home grown My house is made of cracked rocks, because I decided to sell some stones Slap a pimps girl because I wanted to get my dome blown (Gunshot) leave the scene looking like ST. Helen (Gunshot) change my name , I'm technically 8 felons (Gunshot) rob yo a** if my tape ain't sellin' (Gunshot) surrounded by snitches but I ain't tellin' Now Like a woman gettin cheated on I'm back stabbing men k** beats with a sharpened mic, like a musical javelin My songs'll get the point across, hole in ya abdomen You can't write or produce? Oh, haha you must be actin then Ight, I'll be direct, you won't even make it to the cut I'm universal, crush entire rap groups when I spew the smut I got a blow job, my dicks so long it was sticking through her bu*t Music ain't in ya blood, and my mics still sticking through ya gut So I'm like John Cena when I say you can't see this Have you walking around wondering where all ya teeth is Teeth less, Micheal Jackson's dead cuz he tried to beat this It's thrilling, dangle mc's over balconies, and rap speeches (All rise) f** that, I'll break my knee caps so I won't have to (That's contempt)I wrote my testimony on acid, it ain't even half true (Guilty!) I went through the justice system, and just laughed through (Send him to jail) the bailiffs can't get me, the whole court has to {outro} Keep talking sh** I'll slap you with my dick Ha run up on me yo a** must be super bold I'll put yo mother f**ing lights out like the Super Bowl Haha I'm out