My Real Name Freestyle

Ooh, ooh

It's that real

I gots to- I gots to...

Kill some off this

Steal some off this

Yeah

My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie

That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry

That nigga Satan be fakin' mad jacks so I taxed his ass

Every chance I get, is just another hit

Another nigga split; there go white meat - another nigga

Takin up room in the morgue under a white sheet

That's what you get for tryin to take it there

But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth

You cryin bout let's make it fair

Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a littlе smarter

When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain hardеr

Part of the game is niggas wanna become famous

And doin the same shit I do, remain nameless

I want house money, Jag money so I gots ta bag money

I ain't laughin', but yo it's mad funny

I used to talk about that shit you got

But you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot

Runnin' up in the spot with, two niggas from Israel

'Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel?

Knowin' you died a snitch, I look in your eyes and see a bitch

Wasn't surprised to see a switch

Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin' to Pakistan

So let this nigga know, I know he pussy, I'mma smack his man

Fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggas

I'd rather be eatin of a plate with all them Baltimore and Philly niggas

'Cause I done took about as much I can stand

A nigga smilin' in my face like they my motherfuckin' man

Aiyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse

That says, the reward for bein' real, is a hearse

Before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did

Catches up and get you right when you thought you slid

It's getting dark, and with the cold of the hawk

You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty old enough to walk

[Doc Holiday]

Uhh, yo