Freestyle With Remy Martin

[Big Pun] Yo yo yo What the fuck, Terror Squad All we do is battle what; what, what what Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer King of the throne, bringin it home five nights Up in The Source - five mics Whippin a Porsche - high price Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911 That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis} You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart [Remy Martin] Yo.. yo, yo, yo All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy-nisce? Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent? Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit? Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick? Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a hoe Had to leave niggas bleedin just so we could get our dough It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason On the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin weeded and speedin I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you niggas Cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggas Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet Before I stab the bastard baby in the bassonet I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open Leave son chokin, gun still smokin Know how many niggas like, "I bet you Pun wrote it" Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!