No Beat Necessary (Freestyle) lyrics

by

cupcakKe


So you n*ggas yall know yall can't rap right?
So I'm a, I'm a break it down for yall
Punchline to punchline and teach yall n*ggas how to really rap

So n*ggas tryna make peace so let me send yo ass to heaven
And it's ya lucky night cause my bullets running out seven
f*ck you up with 3 up in your front 4 up in ya back
I'm like a Russian coming to America ready to attack
I ain't playing with no b*tch no n*gga no tranny no granny
No Jennifer Hudson but b*tch I spray the whole f*cking family
I'm presidental talk to me with manners, "yes mammy"
Hit a stain, smack grandma with the cane
Until she tell me where's Uncle Sammy

I don't study no b*tch, b*tch I barely read books
I shoot your f*cking hand off
Leave you looking like Captain Hook
I stay working like I'm starving cause I'm my own damn cook
And if you witness me to a murder
Ray Charles should of warned you not to look
Cause I don't like no witness or b*tches who run they mouth
Cause if you talk that slang sh*t
Than yo ass getting beat like you from down south

b*tches chasing n*ggas with the cheese
Like they related to a f*cking mouse
And I ain't talking House of Payne but we be deep up in this trap house
I give it to you like a candy store do you want it Now or Later
I ain't shaving or cutting sh*t but I keep the razor and taser
When I say fax me that info that mean send me my paper
I'm a ask you what you want and how you want it
Like I'm yo motherf*cking waitor
n*ggas gone need eyes in the back of they head to know when I'm coming
Knock yo head back with one hit dislocate it and I dont do no tumbling
I spit that crack to kill careers and I ain't talking Whitney
b*tches be so old news like I'm watching the channel Disney
Where yo goons at man? I never heard of them
My n*ggas killing n*ggas dead on site like we in Ferguson
I swear to God I be hurting em
I pull up in yo hood blowing the snipe or rifle disturbing em
b*tches pussies having bad hair days put a hat on that sh*t
Like a abusive ass n*gga bet yo n*gga still hit
And I'm a break everything on him
Ain't talking skeletons but I'm a try to bone him

I'm taking n*ggas spots without asking n*ggas
Man my tampons getting more pus*y than half these n*ggas
Young n*gga don't be hiding in the car
Go take yo ass under a rock like that n*gga Patrick the Star
And I could give a f*ck about how a b*tch feeling
Cause I'm sh*t and you hate it damn I'm something like chitlins
I keep my shells blowing slower than turtles
They think my bars be rehearsal cause when I spit it be hurtful
Got bigger eyes than Urkel I do construction
b*tch I be f*cking drilling I'm in a foreign doing bout a 100 miles
Wack a b*tch and never go to trail and if I do show up
Man I don't blow up put the left hand up
And feed the judge with about 100 smiles
Like a f*cking street sign I'm posted up on every block
I been trapping and rapping since 15
And I ain't taking no f*cking stops
I don't want him ain't cuffing no n*gga
Leave the sh*t up to the cops wait, lets not speak of cops
Cause cops getting dropped like they the opps
People say they tired of hearing rappers
Rapping about killing n*ggas well close your ears and act deaf
Cause I'm definitely finna kill a n*gga
Cause I ain't going I ain't going I ain't going n*gga
Alter ego alter ego what I'm showing n*ggas
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