Rusty Freestyle

I let the choppa spit, nah it's the opposite, I'm talkin shit

Thoughts of getting props on the level of pac but it's obnoxious, shit

I'm a novice plus unconfident, someone help me unlock the shit

I wanna spit it hot and shit like the Lox or on some Nastradomus, shit

But watch me as the topic flips, my pen is slept on on some unconsciousness

To me the only comp I get is to my comp and shit, but to me it's a compliment

I'm constant hit with schemes that get me sickly aroused to make the condom fit

Dreams to be conglomerate with phonics that's on some Dahmer shit

I eat beats and leave feces on the producers tag line, fuck if you losers ask why

I sound off with underground bombs, you try to step on me, you'll choose your land mine

You can't land my damn mind and I can't lend it to help you understand my damn rhyme

It's quite pathetic watching your life is endin' when I type this sentence or pull you in this van tryna get your hands tied

Call Hotch and the BAU, when I go off then I see straight through

All the plans, they try hard to get me behind bars, but I leave em blue

I'm a criminal minded cynical, violent skitzo who's dyin'

To give hoes a slit throat aligned with a big ol' pickle inside it

But i'd rather spit dope with rhymes, than to risk goin' inside an'

Have to be a savage, I'd rather ravage these rap faggots who are simple in mind an'

School em, cuz it'd just be a simple assignment

Let em kill me, I'll leave em my rhyme books so my eulogy can have some sick quotes provided

I hit em with uppercuts in hopes that these thunder cunts

Can muster up enough anger to try to tear this motherfucker up

How many jabs can they take before they're mad and irate

And put this pussy shit to the side and try to rap to be great

And how do these bastard's re-late, to rappers who dress in drag

Rate em less than fags, mentally on some special Ed lesson plan

I'll bring em to death in camps, like I'm on some Auschwitz

Give em this gas, prodigious in fact, and then I'll let the choppa spit