Something Freestyl;e lyrics

[Verse 1: limeboiler]
Yuh, alright, alright, alright, ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh
The beat disgusting
I'm in your b*tch off the Robitussin
I might turn nothin' into somethin'
Beat her back, she need chiropratic or somethin'
Oh, oh you really think you somethin'
Ate your b*tch for dinner, she was scrumptious
Yuh, Freddy Flintstone, I go dump sh*t
Point it at your nose so that you run quick
Ayy, why your homies on di*k
They all turn to faggots quick as Nesquik
Yuh, text a baddie, she a temptress
When I leave she limpin' like the last b*tch
Oh, oh you really think you run sh*t
b*tch you Forrest Gump, you on some dumb sh*t
She look like Martha, p*nis got her grumpy
Dip her in the sauce just like a dumpling

[Verse 2: Music William]
Ayy, alright, yuh, yuh, alright, alright, ayy
Dip her in thе sauce just like a dumpling
If he talkin' tough wе get to jumpin'
Yeah, jumpin' like I'm f*ckin' Jack
They wanna know how I do it, I keep it under wraps
Keep it tucked like Carlson does
Gonna make it rain, if you brought a parka pull up
To the party and if you being snarky there's no pardonin'
I'll turn your whole squad turned to dust
Enemies in the water [?]
I take another [?]
And when we talkin' money I ain't ever do subtraction
Cookin' up in the same pan that you a flash in
Bruce Wayne in a matte black wig
Paycheck don't fit inside a wagon
Fly as Mordecai, hit it from the back end
And this f*ckin' .45 leave you in a casket
[Verse 3: limeboiler]
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh, what, what, what, yuh
Got some molly rocks then I crushed it
Put it in my nose under a [?]
Feel like Mad Max, send you to Valhalla
Give me fuel, give me fire, Metallica [?]
Nutritious plant, she be swallowin' my nut, ayy
If you want her you can have her
I won't fight over women 'cause I ain't gay but I'ma dap her with my hot nails
Sippin' pale ale, it's so bitter, icky
She sayin' squirt, I say gimme sippy
She say it's clean but it smellin' stinky
Feel like Lil di*ky 'cause I'm ugly and I'm fluffy like a puppy
Shootin' ropes that'll wrap her up like a mummy, Brendan Fraser
You may be broke but I am about my paper
Sharp object in my pocket so that I am safer
I be on Steam because you know I am a gamer
Broke my wrist fistin' your b*tch now I'ma flame her, yuh

[Verse 4: zombAe]
b*tch I'm in your kitchen stove whippin'
Fitted, got a hole in it
f*cked [?] I swear to god that I been more Christian
I don't get lifted, I just told your b*tch that ain't what I want for Christmas
It's some pus*y
Walkin' 'round, you look like a rookie
Walkin' 'round with the choppa, feelin' like a blicky
The way I collect the debts [?]
Got your hoe movin' like it's the Exorcist
John Landis, I hit an actor with the choppa
Kill a n*gga on set like I'm Alec f*ckin' Baldwin
b*tch I'm with Lime and we grabbin' hoes behinds
Three n*ggas in this but this ain't Twisted Treeline
I don't want your girl, got a stain on her knees
Got my third eye open, I feel like I'm [?]
He ain't let the heat spray
Swear to god you [?]
Why I see you talk sh*t without reverb or decay
Stormin' inside the beach just like it's D-Day
Slap your b*tch ass like bongos from DK
Country [?] see the monkey
Yeah, see the monkey do what [?]