This is a song about "Speech pattern"

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Guess i see it's my turn

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

Oh look obama's half-black, let's trust him making his speech,

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap