Frestyle urge! (I gosta write some **** down whoadey)

[Hussein Fonzarelli]

Every now and then i get this hard urge to buss a nut ass GOAT freestyle. It's that time.

Lego.

Chorus:
Imma tell you like this I ain't lying
Imma tell you like this I ain't lying
Imma tell you like this I ain't lying
Imma tell you like this I lift iann

Verse:
Bildeberg illuminati taking over the world
I make love to your girl
Inflation runnin rampant
No jobs no work
bytches grab dikk spit slob jerk
Poverty is high africa is starvin
Stretched a$$holes my dikk be plowin
Chained up head to toe gold chains mane insane
New Ferrari old champagne
Castles in France call me Le Champagne Papi
bytches give head, so wet so sloppy
Orion belt protruding the solar spector
Fur hooded jackets in the summertime in my sector
We hardbody we real gangstas we not fake
Timbaland boots flannel shirts for gods sake
All day
shyts kray

 

[Hussein Fonzarelli]

Verse 2:

election day election day
elect your president erect the gay
shyts kray shyts insane
batman joker catwoman bane
dont go to the movies you gonna get shot
dont go to the airports you gonna get fukked
dont go to the streets you gonna get clapped
dont go to the store you gonna get jacked
imma tell you like this shyts crayze
imma tell you like this dont wanna have a baybe
shyts crazy world nuts
my pants sag i grab my nuts
drivin my 1989 Camry on 24's
bytch
drop it to the floor!

 

[Hussein Fonzarelli]

Verse 3

Rap game pizza box
I threw away one pizza box
Eatin froma pizza box
Craving for a pizza now
Chea
It's the real deal whoadey
Trap post up slang dope clap whoadey
It's between me and the po po
duck down shoot gun down po po
I'm all about that money market
Sell buy pump dump all that money markup
It is what it is
Do my thang I do my biz
I biz in the trap
I don't be in the trap I make bizness in the trap
Hence biz in the trap
Stack money stack bonds stack what I got
I'm the real deal whoadey
Strapped with the gat dont make me feel that whoadey
I keep it in the trunk
bytch get up suck my dikk and shake your junk

 

[Hussein Fonzarelli]

Verse 4


Versace vest I rocks it best
Troop on my feet fresh to deff
I cant hear you I might go right or leff
U Tep 2 step see me break yo neck
I tote pretty hefty amounts of iann
Let me tell you that I ain lion
I slang dikk thru yo girls canyon
Take a photo
Canon

 

[Hussein Fonzarelli]

Verse 5



Here I stand
A grown ass man
All by myself
A grown ass man
Pyrex pot boiling to oblivion
I might make a million
I might then flip it
I might then get it
See me in the streets ridin foreign whips
Or see me tote iann with them foreign clips
Some of you nikkas are straight up liars
Some of you nikkas are my loyal buyers
And I keep it real with my loyal suppliers
Keep my rides safe on them sticky tyres