Art Of Rap Freestyle 2

I sold too much coke in the eighties It's my fuckin' fault, I made you crack babies Now you whine and cold woke me up Like a wild wolf won't murder his sick pup Niggas on the net talkin' crazy and reckless Busters don't know you get laid down for much less This ain't no game, cuz niggas now we come .50 cal dum-dum, rubber-grip bear guns I see you run like diarrhea Hide behind your fucking bodyguards like little ballerinas It ain't no thing when them damn things flame Fully automatic makes the clubs' ears ring The oldest nigga, true, that means I done it the most Question is now which pussy want it the most? Y'all ain't shit to me, never got your G on Softer than the pillows at the Bed, Bath & Beyond Your mistake thinking that I'm dead and gone Ask your mama, I'm bloody in the octagon I'm iller than Chucky in Child's play I bench 300 on a bad day I'm wild like Uganda machetes You motherfucking with a psychopath, you niggas ain't ready Cracked my nigga T.I., but they didn't catch me My silenced P90 sounds like sewing machines Bugatti Veyron, Plasma Screen Malibu beach house, lake house, I'm caked out I come in all blue, I don't know red And, I don't know throw dough, I make it rain lead Coked out, I'm boiling bricks in the kitchen I don't matter If you got it, nigga. Tricking is tricking Algebraic, I multiply my metaphors I'm so spa from deep tissues and pedicures Overload of niggas in ski masks Westside rider for life, you ain't gotta ask L.A., home of the triple beam My niggas run all up in your crib like a S.W.A.T. team I'll make your SUV lean Full metal jackets have it rockin' like a raft in rapids The last nigga in life that you want to meet Keep talkin' shit on the net, I'll see you in the streets