Back To The Topic (Freestyle)歌词

Yea, *******
I'm gon ahead and murder this *******t
Voice gone and *******t, I think it's gonna make it sound a little I'll, just a little iller
Yup, Fayettenam, *******

Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal
Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto-hold ya head high
You can pick apart my raps I ain't told ya na' lie
I want a little dark, I like to ******* a tan line
Go on, look for a better *******, girl you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind,
no time for the tickle, ******* the whole mankind
Aw no ma'am, I'm an old land mime
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I'm armed and I'm-
Fayettenam's finest, Carolina saviour, ********* blazer
Only on occasion cause my mind be racing
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap *******s got to be faking
Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag
May arrived last but when it's all said and done I'm a be ahead of them
Way that I describe it, prescribe a ******* medicine
Way that I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons
Moving on up, ******* higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamin's, bad chicks send em' in!
Basic hoes toss em out! -can't even get waffle house
Hating *******s chalk em out! -Go and get the coffin out
What chu talking bout?
Little man, my *******t hair burning you not even a little tan
I'm I'll enough to kill cancer, baby I'm Chemo
Down in Miami, and I throw like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know, and she bald like an eagle.-0, not up top
But down there, she said she want to hop on top girl I don't care
You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I'm throwing peace signs
If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers
Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new *******s!
To tell the truth, I'm only ******* with a few *******s, if that!
The rest of ya'll *******s is lapped
I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where
*******, I swear those lames ain't know how to prepare
Got *******s shouting out "The Ville-I got to go there! "
Boy, don't you know you get shot over there?
I say my prayers cause this life ain't fair,
A bunch of backstabbing *******s hope the knife ain't there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there
Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made her right
When my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
Hit it then I quit it before she even made the bed
Damn I'm no good
But damn it's so good
I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would
Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that *******
Type of chick that only dress in something thats designer
I could give a ******* long as there's something that's behind her
Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her
Back to the topic-actually forgot it
Hoes, money, I'm the *******t... oh yea I'm reminded
The way I put the words together cleverly align them
These other rap *******s shouldn't never be a problem
And I'm ghost! *******! yeah!