3st Cypher
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Listen guys We need a new song by tomorrow I just produced this really fire beat And we're just gonna spit over it Spit? What do you mean spit? Yeah, just make stuff up Freestyle Whoah whoah No no no no None of us know how to freestyle Look, it doesn't have to make sense Freestyle doesn't have to make sense You can just make stuff up And have it sound cool Just do it Go Brandon Get on it Wait, me? Oh shit, shit Okay Ayo, it's Turnt Pollo on the track Bass so hard It make your titties fucking smack And make her ribs shake Call that bitch baby back Her chest is so hot It's like she got an oven rack Jumpman Super Mario can't even touch me Padre hopped the border Just to see the country Murder every word Then hang out with my homie Bundy Chicken finger, french fries Now I'm fucking hungry Tryna eat some cake Shawty got fat slices Your girl got the sugar tits But my girl got the spices She preggers, but her nurse is hot Call that a midwife crisis All these economic bitches Going down like gas prices You so basic I'm wondering how we gon' make it We so underground, we in the basement How we gon' make a dollar When we don't even make cents? My flow is a fluid My hoe is a nudist I'm going in stupid And when I say stupid I really mean stupid As stupid as you is Cause none of this shit even makes sense Psych nah I'm Einstein when I rhyme words Got a scoliosis hoe Hit her so hard from the back That her spine hurts My turn Okay, time to give the people What they paid for My head's up in the clouds And I'm about to make it rain Like a motherfucking brainstorm I'm hung low I could trip and fall On my dick and balls I don't f*ck around I'm gung ho Cause this girl's tits Are to fricking large Bout to get the W Racing way in front of you Liquor was a hundred-proof And I can feel it coming through She was really freaky Pussy stretching like elastic Her sister's hips we twisters But her tits were made of plastic Her mom was not that hot But you can bet I paper bagged it Then I slammed her fucking granny I don't care her tits were sagging Faggot, your dick's lick a chapstick cap My dick's like a Cadillac It's 'bout to disappear inside her ass Like it's a magic act That's a fact, bitch You can check the math, bitch You can talk smack and call us whack But three half wits adds up To a genius and a half, bitch She fat with a p-h Titties jiggling in instant replay But it's the time of the month When her vagina runs bloody like D-Day She getting naked on FaceTime Showing me her black hole Big enough to break space time She's pretty cool But she's always getting ridiculed Because her personality Is about as deep as a kiddie pool Silly goose We'll see how willing you are To spill the truth When I knock a couple fillings loose And jump you like The criminals in the city of Philly do I'm limit-proof With enough bass to make the ceiling move But then the upstairs neighbors knock And ask if I'm okay or not Guess they forgot that to me They're like a chamber pot I give them shit like it's a paying job The fit of rage I got Was flaming hot So I painfully filleted them on the spot Seasoned them with Old Bay And ate them hot With a side of tater tots Okay, maybe not My imagination got the best of me They didn't say a lot Politely asked me to quiet down a bit But never more in my life Have I wanted to pound a bitch Took a walk to get my head straight Carry my body like dead weight Legs scraping across the wet pavement Thinking it's about time that I get laid That's when I met a sex crazed redhead babe Then to make in impression I said hey Suddenly she's on her knees Tryna fellate Salivating, wanna know how them breasts taste Hoe you know that I like it when you call me sensei I'm karate chopping them titties Bodies rocking, the bed shakes Mollywhop her with my lollipop Let's say I'm in a movie titled The Theory of My Gravitational Attraction To That Ass Starring Eddie Redmayne Woke up the next day with a headache She's already awake Next to me in bed Saying I'm in love with you honey-boo I know you love me too And I can't wait until our wedding day And I'm like, hold up a second Don't get ahead of yourself, wait I pro'lly can't explain Whatever happened yesterday, but Eh, f*ck it I might as well confess and say That I was so focused on getting laid I think that I forget your name Criminy sakes It was just a little mistake But I didn't consider the stakes Dumb bitch told me This love shit isn't a game Told her, you're giving me shit That I ain't gonna sit here and take You're a little insane And a literal pain in my ass Uh oh She went into a critical rage Tryna intimidate me I got chased into the garden And hit with a rake Speaking of chaste I better stick with chastity Scratch that actually, cause in reality I'd happily smash it I'm rapidly babbling at faster speeds Battling gravity HAL and me 'bout to flee from the galaxy I'm a lyrical criminal Got police coming after me Cause I'm attacking a beat like a savage Till it's screaming in agony I'm the king of the game And I'm 'bout to harness all of my faculty Like a battery Until I spit a masterpiece
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