5 fingers of death (freestyle)
Singer:childish gambino
we gon rock at least 5 beats
i feel like i'm a worse person
from all of it's work cursin
and i'm not certain i think my father's levar burton
'til i'm walkin in circles and i'm talkin in third person
in the eigth grade i got high off paper mache
i put it in my desk and i let it ferment a day
i'm still known as a rude student
that'll walk inside your class and make fun of your school shootin
i could prove it; i'm too cool as a matter of fact
i've been writin these verses while i'm havin a heart attack
i'm in your bedroom crankin no doubt and staring back
gwen stefani can holla black
i'm a white boy with dark skin
at a klan rally wondering why they won't let me in
i'm drunk off this gin and i'm high off ritalin
let me get to the next beat
i'm the nerdiest rapper ever
i'm wearin a cosby sweater
and i'm reading oscar wilde rippin my foreskin to make a washable condom
a bunch of assassins tried to jump me
i rolled off in a yellow humvee
i'ma dress up like a surgeon so i could hurt curtis
and girls see my dick size and they realize
that they can't handle it
i get more sodomy than tommy lee and pam - anderson?
with my doo-rag in my left hand
and my ipod and my discman
i get more kicks out of it than jean claude van damme
let me feel this one for a minute
oh my god like reggaetone
i gotta keep it goin cause i came from home
yes i got some smores cause i bore ya
you know how they play reggaeton in the beats when you in nyc
meaning that me and i'm sickest
aaahh! real monsters like ickis
this chick that i used to lick it
now her name aubrey plaza
but you know that's alright cause i keep it tight
man this early in the mornin
i ain't had any coffee or anything like that
nerdy word murderer in a purple convertible
niggas ain't heard of him until his girlfriend converted him
i guess i could explain it all
like all these niggaz wanna bone cause you datin dogs
or why the radio used to not play me
and why does every white girl love ukelele?
that jesus piece couldn't save me
and i'm still spittin shit cause i'm gettin like gravy
eatin like mashed potatoes
haters who say that i'm not black enough yo
enough to fuckin touch my mc mic
you better keep it tight; eat a dick like you starvin homie
there you go! childish gambino
and we gonna check him out we got one more beat man
after this you ain't gotta prove nothin to nobody
this is it right here baby let's go!
on this last beat i'ma goner
gotta spit over somethin hard
like nirvana; and i'm crazy
with the beat when it comes to this
i ain't even need to get it
meaning i can only hack with they ghost
yo they say that is lame like johnye west
i'm just tryin to stay the truth
and i ain't tryin to spit the truth
i do what i gotta do in a booth with sway
y'all know what i'm sayin