| Ow, Anotha muthafuckin' Wild Freestyle |
| Hot shit, who thought that I’ll be mild? |
| Mouth be foul, South Beach bound |
| On a wall of titties poppin' out like ploaw |
| Holy cow, I guess I’ll just enjoy the view |
| Fire up some weed and some good barbeque |
| Fuck up the brisket it’s gone be too hard to chew |
| «Well shit, I admit, I’m good on that pit, but I lost a few» |
| Toss a few brews up, last night I threw up so today I’m gonna take it light, |
| just trying to make it right |
| Now it take my body a little longer to heal |
| And my gal think my bone needs a pill |
| But it don’t and she’s sadly mistaken |
| But it’s badly achin' cause last night it was taking a beating, skeetin' |
| between cheeks of freaks |
| As I pinned my meat in the valley of twin peaks |
| Chin leaks when I finish with her |
| She wants some tender vittles |
| No fancy restaurant for me, you know I’ll spend a little |
| She tried to cook, but a nigga didn’t want it |
| Had stuffed bell peppers with the sticker still on it |
| Doggone it, I guess I’ll take some macaroni |
| With that government cheese, fuck are those, chickpeas? |
| Dick tease? Leave her. Bout to meet Laquita, hit her with the skeeta |
| And try not to leave it in her beaver |
| My brother’s keeper and my Brothers keep me |
| Higher than a muthfucka, they know where the weed be |
| I be looking sleepy but I’m really wide awoke, disappear behind the smoke like |
| Dyna Mote |
| But then, abracadabra laugh if you hafta slap a few rappers, make em practice, |
| and take a few laps and wake a few nappers |
| Who been sleeping but still peeping what I’m speaking, keeping notes in their |
| books, but I know that they’re crooks |
| (They be) Daily patiently waiting making me crazy lately |
| (Laughing) some of em love me, some of them shaky-shaky |
| (Who's knows?) Maybe they hate me, maybe their heart is achy breaky |
| (When I) give em the meat and potatoes they want extra gravy (yeah) |
| If Simon is simple I’m just a pimple ready to bust |
| Spiritual lyrical still a fool, Devin’ll cuss |
| But rarely notable, hip-hop quotable |
| Used to pack the boom box, 'member when they was portable? |
| So cool, old school no school rule (Yeah boy!) |
| Gonna rock this muthfucka like we supposed to fool |
| Like the rhyme to the rhythm, I’m finna give em |
| The D-E-V like B-I-Z them 'Doo Doo' Boo Boo-ism |
| And if the shoe do fit em then put the fuckers on |
| And if you got some bad feet got to shuck your corns |
| What the fuck you on if you fuckin' with me? |
| Oh, you found out that she was sucking my D? |