Rack City (Freestyle)

SourMilk, JustIncredible

L.A. Leakers

Mustard on the beat ho!

Alabama rich, I'm Alabama rich

Shady Records, Ghet-O-Vision

Hello kids I'm in

This bitch with hits, Big Cameron

Fuck around I leave your Momma with a candle lit

Speaking of candles lit, happy birthday me

Radioactive is a magnet for birthday treats

New house, fresh shoes

It's like all my opponents saw me and said let's lose

Good move

Is it me or the fate, let's choose

Cause I'm teaching the class, you mothafuckas slept through

So even the haters only instigating my students

But a couple of questions that I won't say yes to

Like Mr. Bobalina Mr. Bob Domalina

Can I sic em for ya Bob can I pick the chrome nina up

And pick em off for ya from afar with the beamer

Cause I seen I'm he’s a fault he’s a real cob-cleaner

I should let em loose but I refuse to be an abominator

You hate on me and you're probably an Obama hater

Laugh at you chronic players, sick with a sonic laser

And shoot you from Pluto with a soup bowl full of Now & Laters

Weakened and still seeking a shot cause I’m a power-fader

Shower these cowards without a doubt of my power

And take ya bitch without a shower

Til I’m sour ten hours later

She’ll still come back lying about the wonderful mouth I gave her

Ugh, everybody knows I’m a loose cannon with a wick

Bout the size a fucking toothpick

But I might go quick and assume the damage

But I gave this beat it’s like a treat for a chief example

That I got a way with tracks like a Chinese weave scandal

Back away from the bicycle

Tricycles fit you better

Pick another cypher, better yet pick up a rifle

And do yourself a favor kill yourself midget ho

And do it next to a river so nobody gotta dig a hole