CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : MAD DOG FREESTYLE

Hey, hey, bullet to his temple, no Shirly
Riding 'round town, on the block doing whirlies
Keep me a strong-arm, chopper soberly
I don't want her if she act too girly
She don't touch up on my hair 'cause it's curly
F**k on that b*t*h, and then give her a swirly
I think I nut in that b*t*h too early
But I'm protected
Keep a Trojan, hope it isn't defective
Chopper sinned, it follows arm got extensions
I hate women they ain't getting respected, nah, nah, nah
All women thots, except for my mom
Hate n***as too 'cause my daddy is gone
Modern Warfarе, I'mma shoot up the spawn
When I'm in Philly, pull up with the John
Shе want the D, so I pull out my John
Cut to the green like I'm mowing the lawn
New fit clean, just topped out my pawn
Round with the catching, he look like a Pokemon
I'm on the way, they don't know 'bout the bottom on
Walking the path, they don't know 'bout the road I'm on
Midsummer king, man, I'm feeling like Oberon
Feel like I'm Deku, how I'm finna Go Beyond
They tryna bite what I write like a bad dog (That n***a ate my homework)
I just stay mean, mugging n***as like Mad Dog (Get out the way b*t*h)
Think this is heat? Check out the back log (I got some fire)
Keep me a stick like I played for the Black Dog
They call me cool 'cause they know I'mma cash cop
Used to be broke, but I'm getting cash now
I'mma stay itching like I got a rash now
If you want smoke, then that blunt getting past 'round
My chopper keep singing, It might be an American Idol
My hundreds they blue, but they ain't no rival
N***as said dripping, they switching like Micheal
N***as be switching, they clearing more gangs than chugs
When I bust a rhyme it get dangerous
They say b*t*hes calling, I hang it up
I call up my DJ, they make it cut
That thicken amount just to make it hush
I ain't uber her home, she take the bus
I'm throwing that cash, she rake it up
I ain't ran a bar like thirteen gauge
I hold the shots missed, you ain't worth these strays
He got a new bit on the curb he lay
I let him decompose, in the Earth he stay
Ok, Ok, yuh, yuh
You can't rap like this
See the trash I spit, and the a** I get, you can't laugh like this (Ok, Ok)
Wanna live like me, you can have my fit, I even pa** my kicks (Ok, Ok)
Let you have my sh*t, let you have my cliques, still can't rap like this
She call me dimple, I'm calling her join us, and mixed with a hazard
Hard body n***a, I'm like Kevin Levin
Chopper beside me, it send them to heaven
He eating this .9, so I'm calling him seven
What the f**k? This sh*t was so f**king trash. Why the f**k do I make such bad music? F**k it, I'm out