Radio Freestyle #1

Sometimes I write like a dope slob

Everyone guessing who i'll make fun of next

I have Martin Lawrence a nosejob

Now I guess "Big Mama nose best"

(Takes deep breath)

 I'll man-handle Toucan Sam, Kill him, It's a two-man plan, One man manning a blue van costing two grande, clanning with the klan, busting a beer can, ain't got a ban on getting a tan on this land, f**k it, bring your best friend, Don't be jelly because you're favorite rapper ain't my jam.

It's my party, Damnit don't be bring that van back, Haze calm down, i ain't getting you tampax, 

Now put back on your dress and don't make a mess, put down your chest because you ain't got the balls to mess with the best. 

It's been awhile since i saw p***y, but you aren't what i expected, 

dawg...

I expected less hair and more to enjoy,

Screw you, you're just a little boy who had takes a mic for a toy.

You're f**king annoying the way you call out you're boys

But I don't have time for you, I got rhymes to spit

Freestyles to kick, the 1st thing to kick right next to your a*s once I'm done with this.

Wait...that would be child abuse

I'm rhyming like Dr.Suess

I hit your neck with the respect i have for you, You didn't feel it.

Like all you're s**t, i don't feel it, 

Either I'm numb, or you suck, And i'm hurting now, so good luck.

You can't walk with the shadows, you aren't even bright enough to have one

Pick up your bags, son, You better run. it wont be fun, once you're being dragged with the grass...uh...

(Deep breath)

Screw it, turn it off, I'm done here...