Yet Another F****D Up Freestyle

 kiss my girl goodnight

like puffin on this mary jane you know ima sleep tight

make this bitch my wife

fuck Bonny and Clyde straight stoner Mickey and Mallory 4 life

im the god father

of ganja

gone like the song

dried out burnt in the bong

-like three hits

sunshine in the bag like a motherfuckin E-clipse

shit so small yall gonna need clips

so resonated is these lips

-I need sips

of cold water

coughin couldnt get much hotter

cool up from those sips of water move up to the vodka

might need a doctor

shit might need a casket

before I go just acknowledge that my flow is fantastic

elaborite

sarcastic tactics

my vehemence is enacted  

and I will not stop until my vengeance is exacted

until the entire generation is impacted

meanwhile all yall other artists need to practice

messin with my efforts call this the last ditch

callin all the shots like fast pitch

thats it

ive had it

knew about the two liter grabbed it

bitches in the two seater we smash it trash it

hear the music blast it

till this shits a smash hit

ax me who am i mad at?

Go on get your ass kicked

said I go so slow melt you like plastic

shit might get dramatic

I might snap back and crack you like elastic

might go pick up the four four hop out the four door blast it

might guillotine ya with ya head in a basket

isnt that soap opera tragic?

Oh you like to be a stoner trashed kid?

then you like smokey and I am like big worm I guess that makes
you a maggot

faggot just give me the money straight brown paper bag it

pay for my bad habit

like a dog gone coursing go chasin on these rabbits,

with this 12 gauge I take it and I half it

with this filed off clean sporting that semi automatic

I grab it with a look that look ecstatic

end it quite tragic afta I blast it spit out the old clip re rack it

keepin up the noise keepin up the racket

in the black market racket

fuck a ball bat I beat your ass with a tennis racquet

im rappin on acid

im feelin quite plastered im feeling quite placid

crunch time time to crunch a line like Vlasic

old school stylin shit im jurassic

like the south's king headed to the classic

cuz when I go you know my flow go so hard that yall go flaccid