The Farm Club (Freestyle)

[Verse 1] It's the mothafuckin' Farm Club This little girl 'bout to get her arm rubbed Who wanna see me on this mothafuckin' mixing board? Who wanna see me on a mothafuckin' diction lore? And I'll be kicking towards to mothafuckin' camera looking right in it I can kick twenty dope rhymes in one minute And y'all don't understand ‘cause my rhymes are Infinite [Refrain] What's the Farm Club? It's the mothafuckin' *chika-chika* Farm Club It's the mothafuckin' *chika-chika* Farm Club [Verse 2] Is this shit there wasn't be bleeped out? I don't know but I feel it is and it's like *eeh-eh* And I will kick a rhyme until it stops to *eeh-eh* [Outro] What? Wha-what? It's the Farm Club? What? Wha-what? Wha-what? It's the Farm Club?