jesco white (freestyle)

catfish billy!

mwa bitch!

low-fashion slum

mr. don corleone!

one drop or a not from this boss

you may get rocked with the fist or shot what you stocked in the cross

hairs of a semi-r told through your notch-o

see i gave a fuck once

now i do not doze

hello-i

lit up like a yellow light

like a young jesco white

on a mellow-yellow high

chip a tooth when that pebble flies

back at that chevy wheel

seen the world through the devil's eyes

he dead me to make a deal

i decline

king of mind

that's a waste of time

give me a break

spit on the snake

let em taste the lines

cowboy boots scaled like a plate of dimes

black suede pressed dress to create a grime

you let your fangs hand

haters can't do a dang thang

but complain

comment and shame

claiming to gang-bang

that same bitch that you double-tapping to bang came

to my show like psu-psudio to show me brain games

see visionaries ain't got no problem with execution

i just wake up like a rocket and hop up and fucking do it

no logical explanation on how i drop my music

i just find a socket

plug it in pocket and lock into it

oh

what a wonderful feeling

gotta take a minute and do some breathing

ain't take a day off work since i went and took cleveland

looking for a reason

looking for a tie

looking for a suit

that rock and roll hall-of-fame is due

overdue

but the road is loose

when you gonna evade this? no one's clue

no one knows

where it goes

where you've been or what to do

but that's me in a nutshell bro

going nuts

deja-vu

oh what a dream

roll your boats

sow your oats

all with the beans

ain't no gas

kid let's rock

buy with the bot

not with the lean

in my coat when i fucking pop

like a mushroom in the morning gleam

after a rain

in the spring

michael rain

yeah-that's me

got it locked

that is key

got it hot

in the sea

o-u-n-t-r-y

kept this in your soar eyes

if you want that four-five

come on in the doors-wide

so deep that said your-tribe

welcome to the north side

look out in the back

that heisenberg hat

pork pie

sick you to that kid

buck

three-six is our war cry

kids are playing fortnite

i was playing short-sight

didn't see tomorrow

i just wanted one more bite

so i started stealing

chopping parts under the porch light

i just wanted better than what mamma could afford

why?

cause i am a son of a bitch! hard as you ever saw

showed up and get duck or get hit

with this a pepper y'all

huddle-up with your fucked clique

and it's a methanol

suck a dick

sucka suck shit

all through an effin' straw

naw he didn't-oh

yes the fuck i did!

now take these words

stay woke

and tattoo both eye lids

y'all bitches sleeping on me? i need my own hilton

i come with cots for you bots

go take a nap in the den

while i master a plan with the master in mathers again

slum-shady on plum crazy get laughing again

but when that trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous wind

when i pass in that black cadillac

with travis and em'

yeah

and its so much fun going at it again

i just might need to sing a bit

go get some practice and then

so let me clear my throat

let me see if i hear the notes

i hear the notes

now look in your black mirror and strike a pose

ain't it good to be famous?

everybody knows your name

but you can't walk around here shameless

90% of y'all so lame

trunk muzik 3.