Rhyme Tyme Freestyle lyrics

[Viper:]

Most of these boys are cakes/
I ride with nothin but snakes/
Honor amongst thieves/
I'll leave you in a dead breeze/
I see how these boys be talkin/
Like little b*tches, they mouths be talkin/
But I'mma leave em deep
Wrapped in chalkin/
Cause I'm a mad dog barkin/
I bet not see you on my street/
If I do you gon see plenty heat/
Eleven bullets comin straight at your face/
At your dome, cause you is a disgrace/
Have you ever seen a killer?
A heartless n*gga/
The type who'll leave you as a dead figure/
That's me
pus*y ass dude... hell yeah, I'm rude
Heard you been talkin from all ya boys/
But everybody know that was just some noise/
You wasn't gonna do nothin
Or back it up/
Cause if you do, on my life you gettin stuck/
With a knife and a gun and everything else/
I'll leave you dead on the top of a shelf/
What is the shelf?
The shelf of Campbell soup
Where b*tch ass dudes go for talkin fool-ish
To some heartless killas
pus*y ass boy you ain't know I was a thrilla
I'll leave you dead
Sleepin in a ditch
Then back door and sleep with your main b*tch
That's how I do ya lil fool
Now if you wanna be real and if you wanna be cool
You better get like me
And stop being a lil pus*y
Trick b*tch!
[Sharoyce Antwan:]
The low-key high roller creepin with the cobra/
Methlab supernova - dope be too explosive/
John Wick sippin corona - out to fill a quota/
I lift a damsel on my shoulder while I get to know her/
I'm paid in crypto for a show
Just call that bit promotion/
Autistic bout my chips - I draw that pistol on ya/
The hunger gettin uncontrollable when b*tches on me/
Excuse me, ma'am, but it's a stick up when a n*gga horny/
There it is
Different money like Lee
The bigger money/
Free Movers Realty money
Non-existent fithy money/
Baby Yodas in chinchillas
Frivolous go spend it money/
Snort a bump with a Hunnid
That's that five star stuntin yeah
...
You ain't even had to scheme me fam/
Watch out because one day you'll have to meet these hands/
These n*ggas on some other sh*t/
Sucking di*k with the same lips that they kiss they motha wit/
I'm on some gutter sh*t
Pistol whip the kids and cut a b*tch
Some real ugly sh*t/
bast*rd, I'm so active as them boys in Cali/
f*ck around and catch you slippin in an alley/
So Jurassic, f*ck around and get yo ass kicked/
Movin 5150 ratchet I'm a natural.../
Born killa, I'm the real maula
Got a scheme to see you bleedin cause I'm heartless/
Aw sh*t, I done did it again/
They catch catch em - gingerbread man - pis in the wind/
Got the dope the same color as the Michelin Man/
Pistol play got them boys in a pickle again/
God damn
Catch these strays and hot hands/
Knock you out in front yo damn fans - I'm not playin/
Sit down to pis for this - you not man/
Oh you got hands? You betta pray that Glock jam/
Or kill yourself fore I turn to my gorilla self/
Donkey Kong launch the barrel n*ggas melt/
The last hardcore rhyme that n*ggas felt/
Let it pop until them boys flatline and meet the devil/
You all Scrooge McDuck on the money
Or Micheal Phelps
But Im swimmin like a shark and I'm gon catch you by yourself/
Cause I'm dangerous
A rapist on some angel dust
Push them panties to the side and put them ankles up/
Plus I came with cuffs
Where's the radiator?
Like Puff Daddy, I'mma Take It Take It/