Gerk Freestyle (feat. Lil Darkie, Wendigo, Bruhmanegodd, Royalty the Kidd) - Lazy3x

Ha, hey guys, let's do one of those no melody songs That'll be so creative Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah Ayy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahaha Chase the money, chase money, hahaha Yeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, Wendi B-B-Bitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo cost Teacher said you won't be successful makin' those animations Shut yo apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminations I tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers Idle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo wafers Pastor said you won't be successful gettin' that boomin' Did I ask ya pussy nigga? You a human And I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoon Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shrooms Maybe I'm faded but I wiggle like a cartoon Yeah, I feel like a cartoon I'm in yo devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I'm the nicest Always eat your food with spices Pay attention to the prices, don't be made into a sucka You won't have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upper Tupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpet I park it and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targets Hit like a guitar pick that's strummin' Or like a drum that be gunnin' you down for fun, I chuckle, and then I run Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out Coke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it out Don't do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' it You hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' it I got two hands on that bitch, I won't double back I got that cookie it double wrap I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco I popped a new bottle and blew out her back, ho I act like a wacko I spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the goo You a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bag Try me, I'll always pull up with a larger mag Built like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' me Smoke up a garden G, I think it harden me I am not hurtin', my pain is too far to see Bitch if we kick it, no way you say "naw" to weed or to poppin' a bottle We pop him, he waddle I ain't never dawdle, I'm kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a model I stay as drawin', yo life is novel and most of it awful, uh Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore You pay to get to seen, you poor Don't play for no team, I'm bored, huh? Talkin' that shit yo lip look like an asshole Walk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castle You one them niggas, not purse, it's a satchel That shit a purse, but it's less of a hassle Why it got tassels? Why it got tassels on it? I won't pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitch I pack her smackin' lips My dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quick Stackin' chips like it's a Pringles can Let's get it crackin' bitch, nigga Bring it then, bring it then Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm Bitch, I'm smoking (bitch, I'm smoking) gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust Cubie Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke Bitch, I'm feelin' great Yeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke Bitch, I'm feelin' great, chopstick get ate Fuck yo fate, change your fuckin' state Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waist I make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fake I tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my face Bitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a case The pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the street Keep up the pace, fuck you slowin' for? We racin' on our feet, we move with haste I'm amazed, all these niggas fallin' off Free 14, all these other rappers soft Spider Gang, choppa cough Bitch, on paper I look greater than presidents Set preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper? Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence locker Medicine set, it'll stomp your head in a dropper I keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya top or ya legs and sever spit red And I drop ya dead and in heaven with papa B-B-Bitch I'm smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and Gretel Sippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettle Pullin' up, double glovin', I'm buzzin' grippin' the metals Spend a dozen and dip before he can settle (yuh) He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserie You history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo I roll up my doobie, full of the beautiful Her booty pull me in 'cause she's suitable, irrefutable Run up on you, make you a victim, I'm the fuckin' shooter I don't pay for features, I lick 'em, watch your damn computer Back in high school they took my scooter, they made me a looter (they did it) I feel smart, I ain't need no tutor, born a true intruder Bitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust P-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo cost T-T-Teacher said you won't be successful makin' those animations T-T-Teacher ain't no doctor, ain't got no patience (nah) I feel like a cartoon (yeah, yeah) Bitch, bitch (huh), I feel like a cartoon, huh (Ha, now we're so original guys, let's add that to the new genre) (Oh my God, so lyrical, I only deserve when there's so much clou-)

I took that fella round back to the water hole I took that fella round back to the water hole I took that fella round back to the water hole Yee-hah It's me everybody, howdy? Lil Darkie, with another Christian hit (Yuh) I took that fella round back to the water hole I turn that critter to dust and it's audible I turn your ten-gallon hat to some particles Can't even read what they wrote in my articles I'm so illiterate I can't even read a little bit I keep a banjo my hip and I diddle it Middle kid, I got some siblings Rat eat the scrap on the floor and the nibblings I keep a bat, I keep score in my backyard My daddy fat and he poor, it ain't that hard My dad Republican, but he live on unemployment Farming don't bring no enjoyment Kids in my town is afflicted with opiates Heroin needles addiction is copious Never appropriate Uncle yelling 'bout the Soviets taking over his Associates I'm a country boy in my heart I'm a country boy in these parts I'm a country boy on my land I'm a country boy, I don't bend Uh, want some freedom, I'll deliver Uh, out in Russia you might shiver See the moonshine inside my liver George shot Lenny by the river (uh) Dipping tobacco inside of my lip again Ripping the back off a pack and then stick it in Spit it inside of a jar, get my nicotine Get the fuck outta my town man, I'm sick of them Methamphetamine abusers We the better men, they losers The beggars cannot be the choosers I be posted with my crackers Some of us blacker but that ain't a factor We packing that heat and it's hotter than barbecue I'm with my dogs, that's Scooby Doo, Marmaduke Put up a wall and I barb it too That way it harming you Hopping it that's what that karma do I conceal carry my .38 special Especially for any devilish vessels My rifle don't trifle on who in its sights If he evil my Deagle be taking his life And that eagle, I keep on my Jeep and my Chevy It fill up my heart 'til a part of me heavy The levies they creaking The plains and the peaks And the valleys from Georgia To Cali, I'm seeking For destiny manifest Definitely can attest I despise everyone Anyone's ran against One reason or another Whether northerner or southern I prefer less stubbornness inside the governance I want my vote to feel less like another miss And like they thinking 'bout us normal citizens I wonder if there's any time to fit us in Too busy banning self-defence Everybody's tense None of these liberals are making any sense Now there's some Nazi's that took up residence Voted for Donald and I'm still scared of Pence What the fuck is the whole country coming to? Rappers and Muslims is dying and gunning too Police get shot and they doin' the killing Put end to this shit God-willing All of the innocent blood we spilling Everyone gun on yo' arm, no kneeling now Here pop a pill if it's tearing you down Welcome to new America town Yee-haw Yeah, yeah, yeah Stepping on my land Then you gonna catch the weapon (yee-haw) What you catching? Lead from a Smith & Wesson (alright) I'm in the field at four o'clock, so why you pressing? "City folk, city folk, we don't like you city folk" Pull up to my farm And I'ma harm you Let the 50 poke Redneck man Touch my daughter, I'ma slaughter you Caught her by the water with a commie So I shot her too, Waterloo South Carolina and Nevada too Proud to be American It isn't getting hotter dude It isn't getting hotter I'm a martyr, I'm a patriot Pull up in a Ford, with the rifle Man, he ate the shit Pull up on the tractor, with my pastor You an atheist We don't need guns On the web? You the laziest Craziest! To think you can stop Popping these enemies And I ain't stopping the dropping 'Til I get ten at least I tow magnums drink Jack Daniels, not Hennessy Dragon's breath in my weapon Get them from Tennessee I could bury you open, carry the remedy Whipping out my property stop like Kennedy Home of watching Fox News like it's the fucking playoffs All these politicians smoking crack rock and getting payoffs Tax paying Track laying Hopping out the back spraying I'm voting Nine toting Won the war and I'm gloating Beer drinking Clear thinking 'Merican man At the beach A seagull is wearing a can Stepping on my land Then you gonna catch the weapon (yee-haw) What you catching? Lead from a Smith & Wesson (alright) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah One, two, three Stepping on my land Then you gonna catch the weapon (yee-haw) What you catching? Lead from a Smith & Wesson (alright) I'm in the field at four o'clock, so why you pressing? Pressing on me, I'ma teach your boys a lesson Yippee-ki-yay motherfucker! Yuh, yuh I took that fella round back to the water hole I turn that critter to dust and it's audible I turn your ten-gallon hat to some particles Can't even read what they wrote in my-