It's Over (Freestyle)

[Royce Da 5'9"] They say I'm the best in here Picture your wife fuckin your twin, I'm like him May the best man win, so later for you bums A ways back I made a pact to stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue I'm sick with this, you sick like a panty sniffer And you just wanna see her pee, like a dick blister Y'all remind me of Fantasia brother, y'all be whylin On TV every day I turn on y'all and y'all be cryin I'm SURGICAL with this motherfuckin pen The sickest nigga spittin 'til the end {*echoes*} I don't really have to go against actors I'm the last lyrical W.T.F.O.M.G. factor So back off 'fore I blow your kneecap off I'mma eat this beat like a beet eatin vegan, industry's where the beef is In the car goin beep-beep while I roll over the drums and just straight peel through the pieces 'Bout to build me a time machine and, get in it, and go back I'm done Find Frank Nitti and Al Capone like, "Can y'all autograph my gun?" Haha, I ain't tryin that hard right now, I'm just havin fun Tell the whole world I just had a son, first name Earth, last name None You live on that and your cash ain't come and you don't spit that shit ass ain't gone Raised by a gangsta, come in the house with your ass whipped and you get an ass whoop-un What a nigga know about the water in the shower gettin cold cause the bathroom faucet is on The reason why I grabbed you, stabbed you, out-rap you when I ain't feelin like talkin' with chrome Heat a nigga house with the oven, like I like thuggin, what I probably just spit on my mother Had to heat up the house with the oven, had to spend the night with my cousin Guess I'll be poppin lots of shit, you can't do nothin 'bout it bitch So get the heads up or be my Rock'em Sock'em opposite I'm like a stock or bond, that could drop a bomb Ridin slow with the slidin do' on the side Open on that minivan intended for no soccer mom Lighters up high, I'm your fire supply Writer with mad skills, I'm ill so hire your guy Nobody's harder, he don't give a FUCK what he slaughters He will drag your slutty daughter through the muddy waters This beat is bait, get it out of me I can shit it out me it's ate, I think I owe Drake an apology Tweet about that you little fuckin fruit