Tokyo Freestyle (feat. TONY+ & killheen)

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The Mog Monster

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(Killheen are you mad?)
W-W-W-W-W-W-Whippin on a track
Speeding past the black flag
Give a f*ck about the haters
The shit that I'm doing greater
I'm Mcqueen but you're looking like you're Mater
Slap the bitch in drive, man I guess I'll see you later
To these whiney bitches with no fucking flavor
Ain't got nothing left to savor
Motherfucker should have paid her
Didn't know he was a traitor
Shotty blew a hole and it left a motherfucking crater
Hand this shit to Tony and he'll spit another banger
Yeah we back up on the streets
You be messing with elites
Gotta get back in the seat
Yeah that shit was pretty sweet
Gonna have to face defeat
Finna get a lil treat
Then we get back on the streets
Finna send a little tweet
Me and Mog we be swervin through the city
And we be riding pretty
Hella bitches showin titties
And we gettin hella litty
She be passing over kitty
Then we head out to the city
And we pass it back to Mog when hes getting hella gritty
With this staff I can rescue Faker from the bottomless gorge, but first you and I have some unfinished buisness
Yo bare with me when I rhyme
Bare fists is how I fight
Careless about the crime
Stare straight hear my time
Pussy rappers ain't legit they hide behind the bars
Running to the cops when then hear start our fuckin cars
Gunning em down with the glock
Watchin the clock tick tock, tick tock
Got him fucking lip locked
Silence on the beat, bringing back tony for a lil bit of heat
Yeah we back up on this motherfucking beat
Just like Mog said I'ma spit a little bit of heat
Got your ass scared while i'm cruisin down your fucking street
Unlike my slide my shit never repeats
W-W-W-W-W-W-Whippin on a track
Speeding past the black flag
Give a f*ck about the haters
The shit that I'm doing greater
I'm Mcqueen but you're looking like you're Mater
Slap the bitch in drive, man I guess I'll see you later
To these whiney bitches with no fucking flavor
Ain't got nothing left to savor
Motherfucker should have paid her
Didn't know he was a traitor
Shotty blew a hole and it left a motherfucking crater
Hand this shit to Tony and he'll spit another banger
Pull up with the choppa and I pull up with my bitch, and I
Shoot a mothafucka then I leave him in a ditch
When I rob a mothafucka blind, I don't even mind
You can call it my favorite mothafuckin pastime
Everytime that I rhyme everybody surprised when I switch on a dime
And switch up the time,
(That's nasty)
Man why you even perplexed, I stack up my rhymes like I'm stacking up checks
I save the polar bears with the presence of my neck
Man I've been makin all these bangers in my room
Not finna take em to the tomb your girl call me baby
Cuz I'm all up in her womb
Finna be on double XL not talking about sizes
You play stupid games, win stupid fuckin prizes
Chill and be how my homie rize is
To the task or the mission at hand
Like the Michelin Man

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