Toxic AF Freestyle

 

I don't know what the fuck it's gonna take to get your hoes off my nuts

 

because it seems to me no matter how many bombardments I cause.

 

I respond to every diss, It's just not enough. I guess I'm all out of luck.

 

but if y'all don't stop bringing your golf balls and gloves, dolls, and clubs

 

to my set, then we're gonna have a problem

 

'cause I'm tossing a hockey puck and coughing up a start I brew up.

 

Dissing me is a red flag and I just brought a swastika.

 

Responding's just is not enough, I guess but if you're all so tough

 

to take me on, then you probably forgot I was the one who made

 

Liu Kang and Nutcase, and a couple of other songs you couldn't

 

top in a million years. I'm onto ya. It's not because I'm mad.

 

It's because I want you to leave me alone. It's so illogical

 

that it's like your ass would rather review my articles

 

on a barstool while watching the Chronicles of Narnia.

 

Antibiotics, my diagnostic of these bars being so solid

 

that they went so far over your head, going harder

 

than my cock when I max RPM the speedometer and in audi r8

 

while I'm mobbing the army of Spartacus.

 

I need a coffee cup and some marshmallows and Hydroxycut

 

with a couple of other toxic drugs than I can put on my caustic tongue.

 

Could scream from the top of longue, fuck Donald Trump, but if I did that

 

you guys would just probably call me a ranged fiend. Bartender?!!!

 

I should just get rid of all of you ITs with my Tommy Gun

 

and I'm not eager to kill you just yet although I have been stocking up.

 

All I want to do is chop you up and stop you from your constant running

 

in the hallways looking for an exit although there's probably none.

 

Some people might even say I'm the embodiment of Eric Cartman's son.

 

I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you ain't gonna stop me

 

after I start bombarding your cartilage with this cartridge of snarky remarks

 

Best get to praying to your guardian angel, Veronica. Call me up.

 

I'm sorry that I'm not responding to a single one of your texts, Carly but

 

I thought I told you I was just tryna do some dumb shit like get high as fuck.