i'm a boss freestyle

man i'll be lacing at my blue chuck rash in the left side

west coast will be getting home for her best ride

step into my zone with your best doubt taste out

fresher than a mother fucking gangster yes out

test drive your bitch nothing rhythm by far

blow your brains out nigger you should have had a better boss

i'm taking morphine in the old school whore school

her eighty betty i play with her old tool

my space ship right about with her new shoes

been cush that i blow staring like mule dude

you said you real fool nigger i feel you

when it's not clear plow

i'm a boss you salad toss

toss salad bitch fuck around i'm a boss

i'm a mechanic i fix the metal

i make it solid puf a tail like joel pharel

can't you see i got them new shoes

can't even enunciate it don't know how to spell it

pump with diesel jet fuel hope for clientele

new dude i ain't tell you to stop

might as well ask for radical money

don't go hungry for them brains

i got bitches and money from here to new orleans

i'm the richest i'm hungry for it fuck them triple bitch

i'm a hit them niggers with a triple b

bring down on my gettem hitem set them down

nigger hitem

i'm going to tell again about the pound

why you hit the town my momma lay em down

like a boss