JPEGMAFIA - Kid Rock Freestyle 2014 lyrics

(We all know exactly who I am)
Only in LA (Say my name) yeah
(Who the hell are you?)

Stick-up kid on a rooftop
I scope a dead man while he still breathe
(Nah, bitch) no tax on it, it's a flat rate
Flatline and get
(Future, get the fucking duct tape)
I'm the anti-Slim Shady
White trash in my yard, get the gat, baby
You get popped on the curb, feel the fire
While I deny my identity, bitch
I'm Bill Maher bloody mask and a gold ring
Choke a politician out, it's a Black thing

Niggas yelling action but I'm not actin'
Rednecks hanging from a tree
While I'm laughin' (Say my name)
Niggas know I'm too hot to handle
Hit the drive-by on the Hollywood sign
Straight dumpin' out the roof
Screaming "Fuck Lee Daniels"

I don't wanna be a star
I just wanna grip a 5th, shoot a cop car
Kid Rock called, said he was a rockstar
The check ran out, he ain't Black anymore
Fake cracker from Detroit talkin' stupid
I got a full clip for that diet Ted Nugent
White trash icon, wigger-fied pussy
Put your head on a stick
Fuck nigga don't push me
Strapped to the T, guns in the air
I hope you shoot well 'cause bitch
I ain't a deer
Wiggers talk shit 'til the shit gets real
This ain't a diss, white boy
You gettin' killed
You was in the house, cracker
I was in the field i got a sixth sense
Smell a trust fund kid like a meal
So fuck Lynyrd Skynyrd, fuck your flag and a
Watch your mouth or I'll send your
Pussy ass up to cracker heaven bitch, bitch!

Keep thinkin' they're your friends
Keep thinkin'
Keep thinkin' they're your friends, nigga
Keep thinkin' they're your friends
Keep thinkin'
Keep thinkin' they're your friends, nigga
Keep thinkin' they're your friends
Keep thinkin'
Keep thinkin' they're your friends, nigga