Ham Sandwich (USA), Mir Blackwell - MAD DOG FREESTYLE lyrics
[Ham Sandwich USA, Mir Blackwell - MAD DOG FREESTYLE lyrics]
Hey, hey bullet to his temple, no Shirly
Riding 'round town
On the block doing whirlies
Keep me a strong-arm, chopper soberly
I don't want her if she act too girly
She don't touch up on my
Hair 'cause it's curly fuck on that bitch
And then give her a swirly
I think I nut in that bitch too early
But I'm protected
Keep a Trojan, hope it isn't defective
Chopper sinned, it follows arm got extensions
I hate women they ain't
Getting respected, nah, nah, nah
All women thots, except for my mom
Hate niggas too 'cause my daddy is gone
Modern Warfarе, I'mma shoot up the spawn
When I'm in Philly, pull up with the John
Shе want the D, so I pull out my John
Cut to the green like I'm mowing the lawn
New fit clean, just topped out my pawn
Round with the catching
He look like a Pokemon i'm on the way
They don't know 'bout the bottom on
Walking the path
They don't know 'bout the road I'm on
Midsummer king, man, I'm feeling like Oberon
Feel like I'm Deku, how I'm finna Go Beyond
They tryna bite what I write like a bad dog
(That nigga ate my homework)
I just stay mean, mugging niggas like Mad Dog
(Get out the way bitch)
Think this is heat? Check out the back log
(I got some fire) keep me a stick like I
Played for the Black Dog
They call me cool 'cause they
Know I'mma cash cop
Used to be broke, but I'm getting cash now
I'mma stay itching like I got a rash now
If you want smoke
Then that blunt getting past 'round
My chopper keep singing
It might be an American Idol
My hundreds they blue
But they ain't no rival
Niggas said dripping
They switching like Micheal
Niggas be switching
They clearing more gangs than chugs
When I bust a rhyme it get dangerous
They say bitches calling, I hang it up
I call up my DJ, they make it cut
That thicken amount just to make it hush
I ain't uber her home, she take the bus
I'm throwing that cash, she rake it up
I ain't ran a bar like thirteen gauge
I hold the shots missed
You ain't worth these strays
He got a new bit on the curb he lay
I let him decompose, in the Earth he stay
Ok, Ok, yuh, yuh you can't rap like this
See the trash I spit, and the ass I get
You can't laugh like this (Ok, Ok)
Wanna live like me, you can have my fit
I even pass my kicks (Ok, Ok)
Let you have my shit, let
You have my cliques
Still can't rap like this
She call me dimple, I'm calling her join us
And mixed with a hazard
Hard body nigga, I'm like Kevin Levin
Chopper beside me, it send them to heaven
He eating this 9, so I'm calling him seven
What the fuck? This shit was
So fucking trash why the
Fuck do I make such bad music? Fuck it
I'm out
Riding 'round town
On the block doing whirlies
Keep me a strong-arm, chopper soberly
I don't want her if she act too girly
She don't touch up on my
Hair 'cause it's curly fuck on that bitch
And then give her a swirly
I think I nut in that bitch too early
But I'm protected
Keep a Trojan, hope it isn't defective
Chopper sinned, it follows arm got extensions
I hate women they ain't
Getting respected, nah, nah, nah
All women thots, except for my mom
Hate niggas too 'cause my daddy is gone
Modern Warfarе, I'mma shoot up the spawn
When I'm in Philly, pull up with the John
Shе want the D, so I pull out my John
Cut to the green like I'm mowing the lawn
New fit clean, just topped out my pawn
Round with the catching
He look like a Pokemon i'm on the way
They don't know 'bout the bottom on
Walking the path
They don't know 'bout the road I'm on
Midsummer king, man, I'm feeling like Oberon
Feel like I'm Deku, how I'm finna Go Beyond
They tryna bite what I write like a bad dog
(That nigga ate my homework)
I just stay mean, mugging niggas like Mad Dog
(Get out the way bitch)
Think this is heat? Check out the back log
(I got some fire) keep me a stick like I
Played for the Black Dog
They call me cool 'cause they
Know I'mma cash cop
Used to be broke, but I'm getting cash now
I'mma stay itching like I got a rash now
If you want smoke
Then that blunt getting past 'round
My chopper keep singing
It might be an American Idol
My hundreds they blue
But they ain't no rival
Niggas said dripping
They switching like Micheal
Niggas be switching
They clearing more gangs than chugs
When I bust a rhyme it get dangerous
They say bitches calling, I hang it up
I call up my DJ, they make it cut
That thicken amount just to make it hush
I ain't uber her home, she take the bus
I'm throwing that cash, she rake it up
I ain't ran a bar like thirteen gauge
I hold the shots missed
You ain't worth these strays
He got a new bit on the curb he lay
I let him decompose, in the Earth he stay
Ok, Ok, yuh, yuh you can't rap like this
See the trash I spit, and the ass I get
You can't laugh like this (Ok, Ok)
Wanna live like me, you can have my fit
I even pass my kicks (Ok, Ok)
Let you have my shit, let
You have my cliques
Still can't rap like this
She call me dimple, I'm calling her join us
And mixed with a hazard
Hard body nigga, I'm like Kevin Levin
Chopper beside me, it send them to heaven
He eating this 9, so I'm calling him seven
What the fuck? This shit was
So fucking trash why the
Fuck do I make such bad music? Fuck it
I'm out