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?