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royce da 59 - over freestyle lyrics

[freestyle over drake’s: “over” beat.]

[dj whoo kid:]
d-mn!
“bar exam”… [kids ovation] volume 3!
whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

[verse:]
they say i’m the best in here! (whoo!) – picture your wife f-ckin’ your twin,
i’m like him! – may the best man win!
so later for you b-ms,
a ways back i made a pact to stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue. (come on!) [blast]
i’m sick with this! – you sick like a panty sniffer, (sniffer!) [blast]
and you just wanted to see her pee – like a d-ck blister. (c’mon!) [blast]
ya’ll remind me of fantasia brother, y’all be whilin’,
on tv everyday i turn on y’all and y’all be cryin’! (cryin’!)
i’m surgical with this motherf-ckin’ pen!
the sickest n-gg- spittin’ till the end! (till the end!) [echoes]
i don’t really have to against that ’cause
i’m the last lyrical w-t-f o-m-g factor!
so back off
before i blow your knee cap off!
i’m a eat this beat like a? bee-eatin’?
we, you in da street’s where the beef is,
in the car goin’ beep-beep!
while i roll over the drums and just straight peel through the pieces! (hahh!) [2 shots]
bout to build me a time machine an’ – get it in? – and go back i’m done!
find frank nitti and al calpone like – can y’all autograph my gun? [tarzan shouts]
haha! – i ain’t tryin’ that hard, right now!
i’m just havin’ fun; tell the whole world i just had a son!
first name “earth”! – last name “none”, [scream]
get up on that and your cash ain’t come and you don’t spit that sh-t -ss like a
raised by a gangsta,
come up in the house get your -ss whooped and then get your -ss whoop on! [em:] (“whoo! “)
what a n-gg- know about the water in the shower gettin’ cold because the bathroom faucet is on,
[em:] (“whoo! “) the reason why i grab you, stab you, out rap you when i ain’t feelin like tommy mccron!
[em:] (“whoo! “whoo! “) heat a n-gg- house with the oven,
like i like thuggin’!
but i probably just spit on my mother, had to heat up the house the oven,
had to spend the night with my cousin!
yes, i be poppin’ lots of sh-t you can’t do nothin’ bout it b-tch;
so get the heads up or be my rock ’em sock ’em, poppin’ sh-t! (poppin’ sh-t!) [em:] (“whoo! whoo! “)
i’m like a stock of bond – that can drop a bomb, (c’mon!)
ridin’ slow with the slidin’ door on the side.
open on that minivan [em:] (“whoo! “) intended for no soccer mom, [em:] (“whatta f-ck? ! “)
lighters up high! (high!)
i’m your fire supply! [gunshot]
writer with mad skills, i’m i’ll so hire your guy! (me!) [gunshot]
n-body is harder! – he don’t give a f-ck what he “slaughters”, (ha!)
he will drag your sl-tty daughter through the muddy waters!
this beat is bait!
get it outta me, i can sh-t it out me, it’s ate! – i think i owe drake an apology! [echoes]

tweet about that little f-ckin’ fruit!

[outro:]
royce da 5’9″!
whoooooooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [beat stops] [rewind]

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