Illmac, Method Man - Mustard Freestyle lyrics
[Illmac, Method Man - Mustard Freestyle lyrics]
Bing bong! Welcome to Fuck Your Life Radio
We got Mustard in the building say less
Mustard, aka French's Montana
Better have some bars
Ain’t no arguin', I got bars for him
Hollerin' "Free Butter" ’til Butter
Free like margarine (Okay)
Money on his books until
Butter in the streets
You know it's a hit when you
Got Mustard on the beat, ho
(Whoo) off top, the top sauce
A hot dog, to be frank
Ketchup, we ain't in the same ballpark
(That was hard) the boy wildin'
You done woke up and chose violence
Keep a small circle around
A star, Stone Island, yeah
(Wowww) already know what's the deal
That's a hunnid mil' budget
Vеrse a low-budget film
Cold-clutchin' steel
Fresh prints on thе burner
It’ll throw stuff at will you get that
Old Uncle Phil? yeah (Keep going)
If you can’t relate to the talk
You have to table your thoughts
These rappers labelled a fraud (Uh)
Killers snatch your plate
You can't escape from New York
When you get peppered with bullets
It’s aggravated assault (God damn)
Bend the rules, free my dogs, I been a fool
Been the dude, homie
I spit flows and in your food
There's a killer loose
Y'all ain't gotta figure who (Oh)
Colonel Mustard’s in the booth and I did it
So get a clue
Ayy yo, you wildin'
Homie! Don't ever disrespect me
Lookin' like SpongeBob, soundin'
Like DiJonny Blaze, ya heard?
(Heh) you grew hair on your chest
Your voice is mad deeper, homie fk is up?
It's the Mandela effect, B
Yo, you went apeshit, on that though
Ayy yo, who the fk is that?
We got Mustard in the building say less
Mustard, aka French's Montana
Better have some bars
Ain’t no arguin', I got bars for him
Hollerin' "Free Butter" ’til Butter
Free like margarine (Okay)
Money on his books until
Butter in the streets
You know it's a hit when you
Got Mustard on the beat, ho
(Whoo) off top, the top sauce
A hot dog, to be frank
Ketchup, we ain't in the same ballpark
(That was hard) the boy wildin'
You done woke up and chose violence
Keep a small circle around
A star, Stone Island, yeah
(Wowww) already know what's the deal
That's a hunnid mil' budget
Vеrse a low-budget film
Cold-clutchin' steel
Fresh prints on thе burner
It’ll throw stuff at will you get that
Old Uncle Phil? yeah (Keep going)
If you can’t relate to the talk
You have to table your thoughts
These rappers labelled a fraud (Uh)
Killers snatch your plate
You can't escape from New York
When you get peppered with bullets
It’s aggravated assault (God damn)
Bend the rules, free my dogs, I been a fool
Been the dude, homie
I spit flows and in your food
There's a killer loose
Y'all ain't gotta figure who (Oh)
Colonel Mustard’s in the booth and I did it
So get a clue
Ayy yo, you wildin'
Homie! Don't ever disrespect me
Lookin' like SpongeBob, soundin'
Like DiJonny Blaze, ya heard?
(Heh) you grew hair on your chest
Your voice is mad deeper, homie fk is up?
It's the Mandela effect, B
Yo, you went apeshit, on that though
Ayy yo, who the fk is that?