Freestyle #4

Looking into my drawer before spitting these rhymes hardcore.

Get on the floor, fuck the whore and listen to Marshall and Encore.

Washed up on shore, looking to explore some scores.

Handling being morphed and transformed into something that's endorsed.

I mourned and torched and enforced myself to light up a storm.

After I perform I unleash a thunderstorm on Chuck Norris.

Because my wrath is enormous I destroy your corpse.

My mind is like a sword when I stab your record store.

I don't feel remorse anymore as I pour this gore into a ward.

I can't afford to support anything toward New York.

As I write my freestyle number four, I go to war, throw Drew Barrymore at Xicor.

People stay stop talking, I stab them in the leg and they crawling, no more walking.

Enough insults to be causing a eighty year old to start balling.

This is my last warning, to anybody waking my up in the early morning.

I feel king, to anyone who's looking forward to fucking.

If you touch these rhymes of mine I break your spine, combine your design with porn online.

Put it on the shoreline, you'll go offline, I'll be into the shrine.

Because I define what it means to be divine.

I redefine the word prime, especially in summertime.

As I spit these summertime rhymes, especially during halftimes of Bucks and Wolverine fights.

Besides, act like these words are knives, survive only by stabbing you multiple times.

Oftentimes my family does stupid crimes, because I guess robbing banks are paradigms.

I'm the type who has nine lives, I'm on my sixth one.

So everyone can forget my misfortune, like Jordan getting cut from Varsity.

It's pretty shitty when I'm feeling guilty.

Because personally I am mentally hungry to leave behind a legacy.

This rap game is like ecstasy, especially in this country.

Eventually I will be the king of this damn industry.

So fuck money, I have quality, not just in my fantasy.

I've said it before, going through insanity, it's a tragedy.

Especially on a fucking Sunday! Someday I will actually be excited for the holidays.

Sometimes going through space, I embrace my dark phase.

Pizza face, that's nowadays, isn't that a disgrace?

I receive praise, despite losing faith, especially when I bathe and shave.

I've been raised to not hate, to behave, but fuck it, be my slave.

I'm an asshole, with a big bankroll. With a lot of goals.