"This dude likes to freestyle, he thinks he has a gifted mind
Well if you like to freestyle, bytch, I got some shyt to try
I run up in your house, snatch the keys to your sister's ride
Put you, her, your baby, mom and your kids inside
Blindfolds, ear mitts, gear shifted into drive
Hit the gas, cut the brakes, see if you can improvise"
"That top that don't stop like the end of Inception"
And dudes go crazy over Chilla's shyt, Fresco did a whole fukking game verse
''Now your girl ain't have no chest(chess), so I had to check her(checker),
But she treat me like a king 'cause my chips stack together,
She says that black is better but I'll slip the bytch some white,
And then triple team your Queen with a Bishop and a Knight,
Now guess who was at the spot playing Twister with your wife,
Next clue - I'm Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the pipe,
Or maybe I'll give her a stick in the study, and slip her a twenty,
'Cause I'm the banker on Boardwalk with infinite money,
I say Hello to her Kitty, put the dikk in her tummy,
And lay her out on the rug like it was Indian Rummy,
See, I knew it'd be a risk and I'd be rolling a dice,
But I made her bop it - made her stop it - 'cause she ain't holdin' it right,
I ain't talkin' about online games with controllers and mics,
But I had to check your ex box(X-Box) like I was bowling a strike,
I'm sorry that you're mom is a cougar who can't turn on a computer,
She better step up like a ladder, or I'll probably shoot her,
I don't know why I keep her around, it should have Boggled me sooner,
But she give cranium and cater to my kids like Monopoly Junior,
fukk taking my turn, I don't wanna wait for nothin', I make up my own rules that's complicated and dominate his cousins,
Now I'm at your cribbage like Dominoes so you know them combinations coming,
Put the tool to his Adam's apple - that's how my Operation's buzzin'.
Game.''