Warmup Freestyle

Heard they been waitin', so this here is pre-game Jogging suit is still on, sub-con t-mane I swore I get the girls and they thought that I was deranged Now I'm like the King, run through Queens like the E-train First she makes the "Oh" face then she give me pea brain Her man was comin' home late, then she heard his keys rang All my fans is funny, they be hungry like some fiends mane I treat em like they blind to my rhymes cause they need cane My buzz like Mr. Bean's watch, digital But all my fans is literal And all of them is center row Watchin' visuals Of Vizzy go spit all these syllables Fightin' sentinels while yo bitch is eyein' my genitals Wooow, the only ten I see is Bo Derrick So I rose from the Bull, no Derrick, I can go e-very quarter I don't promise, I swear it And ya'll niggas still need subs like Jared Owwww and now I'm thinkin' that Im on one Finish what I started for that reasons why I don't run My pride is a virgin, I won't give that bitch to no one Ask anybody I been doin' this since '01 Holdin' down my team and I lead em like I'm Sho-gun All my niggas eatin' passin' plates like a home-run Vizzy on yo ass now that is what you don't want Got it in my jeans, so you know this thing is sewn up Pullin' up stuntin', grow up Im in the whip makin' cop patrol much, donuts So what, on time fuck XXL I wanna be on TIME Ain't on RapRadar but my UAV is online Get head and tell, oh well, I flip a coin, fine Vizzy's on, what is he on? I call this cloud 9 Uh child's play this is easy shit Fix ya girl's mouth and then you cuff her on some Weezy shit Beefin', and I don't work shit out cause that Don't keep me fit And I don't pour my heart out, cause that don't keep me rich, get it? Over ya head look up and see the shit I stopped worryin' about whose next and started bein' it The informant for rap nerds, who raps words Ever since my Kris-Kross colored pants were backwards I did it for the Glory like Denzel at first Then I turned to Benjamin Button, such a Inglorious Bastard I'm heard of, from China to Europe Every summer, I turn up, like turnips My glory, my honor, my courage Niggas wanna ride but they ain't bring they stirrups I put this thing in gear, now they primal fear it Im so near it they can smell it, (*sniff*) teenage spirit They tryin to cut me hair, but this ain't "Mommie Dearest" They tellin' me don't do it, I tell em I can't hear it Most ya'll average I'm lucky to be the weirdest And this is just a sample and ya'll don't need a clearance Vizzy Zone!!!