What's good, boy? What's good, boy? Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon. Aha! Like a firebreath of the Boards on my dungeon dragon. Run this rap, it's simply by stunning past. It's something happened four-wire. I just blacked out, but I never back out. I'm the one to back end. Shit, that's what it's gonna be. Something as if the track needs tons of magic. I ain't so much hanging around. You can't imagine. I ain't need a plan, like I'm in a practice hunt. Take some stats, and I'm taking them kidnap. But all these boys do, taking the kidnap. Your girlfriend's putting me big daddy. She says, but you see, she's never been this happy. Flow harder to death, vow to take me out. Barg sharp at the tack, but you just attack. So take a seat and smack, take. As I go, pull her room on this, get a gits eight. You can check my key game, my truck being raver. The big stage, y'all wanna have a fix that. Pretty broken now, but I'm sure I'm going fix that. I'm the y'all know the order, it's a fix that. Listen. Ah! Listen. This a freestyle right here. All the dough. Never seen kill, always try to shoot and kill. Always trying to beat the mill, now I'm trying to beat the sped. Make it look at me and say it then, that's enough. Make it high. Listen. Y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all. That's right, spit, fart, spit it. You know what I'm saying? Listen, he ain't one spit, but that's okay. Hit that nigga in the mind, doin' the eight, K. Crack the skull open and bust him in his eye. That's eyed, that's him like, rock'o, why? Make it spit in all shit when he wanna get it. Well, rung'o got crackin' his face with a fit of it. And I'm saying here, like, damn, rock. I'm gonna fight the bro, man, like, hand hop. Nick'a go, hand on his beat. And I'm saying here, and I'll all smell his feet. Wish that smell. I think that's rock'o, he's going to jail. He bit his meat all day with the hell. And I'm sitting here like, damn, what the hell? I looked in the window, he had his meat in his mouth. I looked in the window, he had his meat out. Drinking like this all day, all day. Now I'm virgin, that's him here. All of the, what is polo and sassin' on? That's cuckoo. He talkin' bout how he get fuckin' money. But his head flat, like a fuckin' damn bunny. Yeah. That was a freestyle of the chrome. Alright, listen, yup. I'm just playing with the freestyle. Somebody tell me why. Why am I trying to get this girl to a high fuckin' sky? I'm gonna get talkin' bout how to fuck out get money. I'm trying to stack my fuckin' honey. Reggie, Reggie, Maggie, I'm fuckin' me. But all I do is smell his fuckin' feet. And if you look at his preference, that's his whack. How punchy when his face and then his fuckin' crack. Big man rock'o, when the back, we're recording this shit. We got a fuckin' hat. His eye all gashed up, fuckin' dead. He had to go to get shit, just fuckin' head. And nigga, what the fuck is you doing? Now I'm goin' on in on like I'm pointin'. Elbuki, you kinda fat. But you looked at me and said, I had to take back. I said no, fuck that. And switch that. And then you looked at Gregg and Sanhed, black. I said Gregg out them little, and not just in his head. Hit them little, twisty, Gregg about to go to bed. And it's saying to this Gregg, you heard? Matter of fact, I'm tryin' to get money like her. Rock'o' mom comin' in, catch you. I'm goin' be smacked in my head like. Yeah. Yeah. Oh. Man, Eminem gets sucky. Matter of fact, I'm goin' around like I duck it. And the fuck it, and the luck it. Matter of fact, and the luck it. Nigga's always talkin' smack. How they wanna fuck out? And now I'm out like a bucky. Matter of fact, and the luck it. Nigga's always talkin' smack. How they wanna fuck out? And now I'm out like a bucky. What the hell, baby? That's my six. Yeah.