I'll rip your chest OPEN
my 12 gauge busts back in repetetive MOTION
On the BLOCK with twin GLOCKS pinchin COPS
for tryin to bust me for ROCKS in ma SOCKS
fat stacks bulgin out ma JEANS
So hot my ears blow out STEAM
I get that BLOW MONEY cause ***** i KNOW MONEY
still sittin on white bricks, wrapped in DUCK TAPE
thirty minutes flat i can bake a whole CAKE
twin glocks in my HANDS, they neva had a CHANCE
dropped 60 grand just to hold up my PANTS
I be that young chico on the Bottom of the MAP
keep a 50 round clip on the Bottom of the STRAP
Betta call yo crew, you gon NEED HELP
The whole car strapped, and I aint talkin bout SEAT BELTS
you lil *****s best keep ma NAME outcha MOUF
100 rounds make a FRAME outcha HOUSE
So if ya see me on your BLOCK PUMPIN
yall betta get to HOPPIN, RUNNIN.

Thats just a lil sumn.. I wish I could spit it on a beat so yall could hear it better
StonedAssasin Reviewed by StonedAssasin on . Freestyle Rapper's Where you at??? I was having alot of songs in my head today, and I have been chillin listening to alot of Old-Skool beats. I started to wonder, how many of you out there write rhymes, or just good poetry? I was thinking we start a small Freestyle contest here, or just start a thread where people post some chill thoughts. . . We know you got it in you, lets put down for CannDotcom and it's crew. . .lol faded Rating: 5