Freestyle #1 (Live From Tramps, New York / 1999) lyrics

[Intro]
Alright, look, look, look, look
I'ma-I'ma say something so y'all hear me, alright?
Yo

[Verse]
Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Then pop the same sh*t that got **** killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
Then punch a b*tch in the nose 'til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate: girls, women, and b*tches
I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a di*k bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches
Thеn hit a f*cking pregnant b*tch in her stomach with luggage
It's likе a dream I can't black out, or back out, I'm back out
Lookin' for somebody of to beat the crap out
I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
Flip you off in French, then translate it to English
Then I'ma vanish from this face of the planet and come back
Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

[Outro]
Alright?
Damn
Yo
What's the dealy? So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Y'all want to hear wild?
Look at this crazy motherf*cker
I see some of y'all gettin' wild