Tequila Freestyle

[Verse I: Mic. Knowledge] Alrite, we going acapella one more time, just to hit one more rhyme I'm drunk off the liqour, I just want to get your girl and lick her, and feel her Yeah fuck her like a light switch, that don't really make sense But I like bitches, I like stitches in my dickses Yeah I ain't from dick county, but I do what it does The beats on, and now it's on I'm on fire, you can't stand close to me, you'll get sun burn So listen burn, and just learn No matter the concern I do what it does Tyler Ploof go and do what it does [Verse II: Confidence] I'm a be A. King, I'm a retarded artist Who just sharted and I farted (AAHHHHHHH) Cause I check my pants I can't do a dance I dance when I want, cause I prance like Blitzen A fucking reindeer Fucking come here, and I'll cum all over your ear like a fucking reindeer They don't cum on ears, why is he red nose Rudolph That bitch is a bitch I'm not even rhyming anymore, I dont even know what I'm saying, I'm not making sense But hey Mic. Knowledge, we're sitting here drunk off of tequila Got Nestle Ice Tea in my system Yeah I did it, bitch I shitted I shitted and I pissed all over Santa Claus with it Casue I do what it does when I does what it do Casue I fuck you, and I fuck him, and I fuck you too Casue I fucking do whatever I want to I fucking cum all over this wall and fuck you (OOOHHHHHHHHHH) (Your turn) [Verse III: Mic. Knowledge] When I'm drunk off the tequila, I think of Shakira And I want to do her, and I want to do it (YEEEEAAAH) I'm per-fect, I'm perfectionist I'm just an artist, doing affectionates (AAAHHHHHAAA) I do what it does, that's what I do my best On my test, I do what it does I'll take off the bra off your chest (It's so loud) Yeah it's so loud, cause I'm so proud I got the crown, call me Corona Cause I'm on ya, like a sushi roll And I Gucci Roll, and I Coochie Roll I BEAT THAT PUSSY UUUUPPPP Yeah, I eat it up I, get it done, I get it done We turn this into singing, fuck rap cause I can sing Put me on American Idol, that's part of the title I do what it does [Verse IV: Confidence] Yo, we got out at 1 o'clock to go eat Franco's Cause we get ya bitch like Chankos We're going eat so many subs and pizza We do what the fuck we want, so Lisa He fucked Lisa with pink eye Cummed in her eyes, so she can't see, for miles Cause she is a fucking bile, she eats file Cause she got pink eye for like 3 months now What the fuck is wrong with her She needs to go to the doc-tor And get some medicine for that shit so she can see She can't see Mic. Knowledge when he pees all over her Cause yeah, bite my butt You fucking slut, you ain't a slut so suck my nut Cause I fuckin bust all over your bed Make your wives bed, cause I'm so red I'm a blind sooboo, and fuck you too I'll fuck your mom, yeah back to the MILFS Yeah I fucked your mom in the mailbox Cause I fucking suck... [Verse V: Mic. Knowledge] You suck on cocks? Why don't you get on docks Yo, you must be off the Boondocks Mother fucker, You can't fuck with me Fucking with me, you better fucking pee Outside the toilet, get the outlet Get the flatlet, yeah give you fat lip Give you fat lip, give you fat lip I'm a perfectionist, I'm best at this Yo, you better, you must have your beenie to tight Cause I get that pussy tight Yo I'm so nice, get it to the rice I'm white like rice, get it like ye-yeaaaah And we do that, hey yalk-a-bomb ass Get that punk ass, you can get the god damn Do the dance, do the prance Do the thing like (AAAHHHHHHHHH) Republica de Panama de toma Yeah, Yeah shake ya ass I'll shake your face Bitch jack it off in your face Beat it then yeah, YEEAAAAAHHH [Verse VI: Confidence] Alrite, it's my turn, my turn to burn So it's time for me to burn And turn everybody that's absurd Fuck you in the ass complimentary nuts Yeah fuck bitch dont' fuck with us We eat pineapple chunks Fuck yo bus Cause we ride the bus It's pink and yellow shit I don't know what I'm spitting, I'm kind of drunk But I don't give a fuck Look at Mic. Knowledge with the little soccer ball He don't play soccer at all What the fuck is he doing What the fuck... Yo, big ups to Mrs. Shoemaker He is the fucking shoemaker He makes shoes for me and him then Fuck you like a baker Take him back like a Laker Cause I can't fuck anyone like Storm Cause he is the war He was born with a torn Got Pam, what the fuck am I saying now I dont even know, I can't even see straight I'm fuckin writing rhymes and I can't, relate So the shit that I spit I'm just yelling kind of, the red bars are full of shit The beats over (Stop yelling at the mic.) I think it's over, now it's time for me to takeover (Ooooohhhh) [Mic. Knowledge] Fuck the beat I go acappella [Confidence] Chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller (Haha Woooooo)