TU Records - Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2 (Freestyle) lyrics

Lord Pretty Hustle King/ Got the diamonds and the rings/ ‘Bout to go and run a train/ Going for lobotomy/ That's the anatomy/ Gun shots economy/ Running university/ Bet you never heard of me/ I am capable of doing each and all kind of things/ That's what I gotta say, f** your opinion, b**h! / Didn't even rhyme, but I don't give a sh**/ I'm the serial k**er but I ain't got a single body or even several witnesses/ I'mma keep it going now/ Freestyle is flowing now/ Got your b**h, I'm hoe-ing down/ Back in the past when I'm hosing down/ Back in Alabama, Yelawolf, it's getting colder out/ Counting all my racks, and you bet I'll make a couple hunnit thou/ Kids in the streets now I'm ‘bout to run a child/ Little sprouts, Brussel sprouts/ Hustle King, I hustle out/ I make it in the blackout/ Run up on a Bowser/ Black market, back on it/ Put a couple stacks on it/ Rookie quarterback, I'm going Dak on it/ Throw it back, coming back, send it back, put your f**ing a** on it/ Playoffs coming so I'm gonna puff, puff and pa** on it/ Yeah, I put a f**ing bag on it/ Young Branning aka Body Bag Zach, b**h/ I'm so Irish you can call me Saint Patrick/ If you don't like my rhymes, then you can go and s** a fat dick/ AK-47 flow, automatic hollow holes/ I'm the Hustle King b**h, you bet I got a lot of hoes/ f** a modern day trap rap, f** a lil boat/ f** a Yacht, f** a Uzi, I'm the motherf**ing GOAT/ Take a couple shots, blah-blah! That's how it goes/ Put ‘em 6 foot deep and that's all I f**ing know/ Shout out to my homie Richie, shout out to my homie Hannah/ Shout out to the real homies, Florida reppin' Susquehanna/ Wearing Red, White, and Blue bandanas/ Going Ape sh**, always eating bananas/ Shout out to the Sher sisters, reppin' out in Indiana/ Blacked out Phantom, twisting lean in my Fanta/ Marijuana Backwood, fire-gas Americana/ Coming for the top, I am coming when I wanna/ What's next? A Rolex, Dolce Gabbanna/ She looks at me with Wild Eyes, Jia O'Connor/ I'm sticking to the roots, poison; Belladonna/ Rest in Peace Kurt Cobain, always been Nirvana/ Lord Pretty Hustle King, tell ‘em where I been