PF Cuttin - It's Nothing Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Yo, I eat your food dawg, the Eukanuba chewer Shooting my luger, you b**h n***as know the maneuver It's Sean Price, Dutch Master, rolling some stink dank With a big gun and shells that'll pop at your think tank Now back to the topic at hand, Glock in my hand Pop it and scram, salat with Saddam Mom's like "Leave them d** alone boy, you gon' die." That's the pot calling the kettle black I know her a** high I'm sober sh**, Kennedy Fried Chicken specials come with free soda You ball hurtin' Leave a scar pa murkin' Through the woods like LeVar Burton with his heart hurtin' {heavy breathing} Run n***a run! I beat on n***as Get deep on n***as Chew the concrete up and spit street on n***as Never been to sleep with I will creep on n***as With the heat till they ride out the Jeep with n***as First of all half these ba*tards gay I should blast the trey f** it, knock 'em out Ca**ius Clay f**ing punks jump up to get beat down The pump go dumping and throw heat down all on your mug Sean Price showing all of your love Black, whites, Canadians Hindus, Jews, Japs and Arabians Haitian n***as on the corner, sop I say Cop that yay' Get knocked guess it's not out Akh day f**ing punks be fronting in the street now Punks get lumped up in street now f**ing with Sean Half the time I write but Sometimes I'm wrong but f** it's nothing I'm Sean Motherf**er yeah