Freestyle
I'm fishing on the internet, call that shit network / Net work
Gatorade bullets, now you got a wet shirt
Fuck money, I don't even give a fuck bout net worth
Ridin' round in Lambos and don't care bout what the debt's worth
Reaper in the booth, spittin' out a death curse
You're prayin' I don't finish, hopin' I run out of breath first
You can pick the ride, I will put you in the best hearse
Head spin like Chucky and don't even make my neck hurt
Bars hit like bullets, you ain't hard, you ain't shit to me
Heart cold as ice in the rain, call it Mister Freeze / Mist or Freeze
Michael Myers chillin' out on Halloween, trick or treat
The beat drops and I don't give a fuck, I can skip the beat
Adios to haters, body all the haters
Rap is in trouble, swear to God I am the savior
An oddity to neighbors, bitch my hobby is a danger
Runnin' down the street and I'm just robbin' all the strangers
Fuck protocol, I ain't stoppin' at a sixteen
When you get this dirty, you can't stop it just to get clean
Smokin' purple haze in purple rain, I'm a mixed breed
With Jimi in my veins, where a little bit of Prince be
How long can the rhymes last? As long as the beat go
All your shots are missin', you're like Shaq doin' free throws
Might catch a charge, made a pact with some RICOs
But never make a charge, cuz I'm backed up with C-Notes
If you think you're lucky, only then should you step to me
My weaponry is tucked, and if it wasn't then you're next to leave
Talkin' bout destiny as if you read the stars
I'ma keep it hard, you gon need some bars for testin' me
I could go days and days, maybe I just lost my mind
Scribble on the pad, bitch I dot my t's and cross my i's/eyes
If you think the cost was high before, you must've lost your legs
Cuz you can't foot the bill, so I'ma put that shit across your head