lil morning FREESTYLE

king of the south ya boy BEEZY is on fire all these other kats fixing to expire like milk gone bad they gunna wilt it's sad I'm vigorous with the rigorous belligerence gone off barbiturates but ain't no difference in the deliverance of the lyrics I recite and I invite any and all try and stand tall best believe u gunna fall a Baytown gorilla call me Micheal Jackson ima thrilla I'd slap the fuck out those island boys on trilla.. no cap strait facts leave they body intact cuda easily hacked up 2 twins my fury begins I cud be peeling off skins gimme a tournament guarenteed I win wit ease got that lyrical disease where I ryme wit ease battle me bitch plz that's a no no 2 fuckin twins faker then they momma dildo heave ho push pull mauling rappers like a pit bull yall style pitafull and that's the damn truth I'm the babe ruth of this rap game fuck everything that you claim fly soulja they shud have told ya on gunna fold ya ass fast like a lawn chair lookin like they got dicks in they hair do If u want it plz come get it did I mention I'm a walkin contradiction picking up momentum like a runner's circumvention destroying these clowns my main intention collection cash like a retired mans pension money growing long like it got an extintion and in addition I'm a Ryder wit ambition dont come to my city wit out permission cuz like a magician you will dissapeare like an apparition I'm destroying all the opposition signing deals like a petition guilty by admission in this war of attrition starting this shit up like an ignition a lyrical technician beat u into submission and like a physician I'll bring you back in to remission I'm the definition of a real one this shit surreal son I'm on top of the game on top of the mountain steadly counting my income and then some lookin like a stash house of george Jung hope you ready to taste defeat every word u say is obsolete fuck it kill the beat.