What I Mean? Nickelus F Freestyle

(album: Cold Rock Sex Bug - 2015)

Man, fuck your favorite rappers
Suck my dick, the fuck is dyed out
And if I cut my eyes at you, I'll likely cut your eyes out
Might have a Mel Gibson breakdown and curse the world out
I milk the game, butter
Look at this shit I turned out
We drive nice cars and thank god that it worked out
When there's so many other social factors I'm concerned about
I'll have your black ass, black ins, when I blackout and blurred out
And get your cap capped in by the captain when I kirk out
Nobody hears your screaming, you get tortured in a cabin
Losing up the bible but my morals started sagging
I'll break you like a dollar, split the quarters into fractions
Petey like a street light, that's all night lamping
Corner you by a window, with intents to cut your abdomen
You try to escape but fell through the rusty scaffolding
I got a boombox, big enough for me to jam you in
Throw hooks on the beat like ninjas, throw the grapple in
Never knew how being Seinfeld, so I wasn't too cocky to walk up and snatch your fucking pole like the soup Nazi
Big L was the shit, well, I'm the new copy
Look at his empty eyes as he calmly goes kamikaze
'Cause when I realized they wouldn't give me fame I took it
Rappers so eager for me to throw they name on they bullets
I got keys, plenty haze, let's cooking
My whole bowl got compacted like a wisdom tooth that came in crooked
Staggering like a hunchbacker, came in crooked
Normally shoot the brown but tonight that's a clear shot
You owe me, pay up
You speed off, get sprayed off
We'll see how fast you Van Gogh when you get your ear chopped
Raw, raw
Dug down a few with the ear shot
I'll scrape your chestplate and wash my face in your teardrops