Fread finally ain't on the beat this time
Beats a run-it-up, cheeks a run-it-up, what's
A run-it-up
Still, I pray you don't fuck up I'm still fucking up, Fread still fucking up
Still when I fuck up, I don't give in or I fuck it up

I leave it in my beats uh Leave it on your feet, you're gonna be
Burned down the street, I said Let's see you fuckers bleed
I said, leave them down, beat them out, shut them down
Shut them down, shoot them down, shoot them down, shut them down

I fuck them up, no raps now No fuck it up, I'm cracked now
Let's fuck it up, you're putrid, yeah You got no style, let's refuse that

Who's that other thing you try to play
You like to make it never run I want it, want it, want it, want it all I wanted was another and I got it
I want it, want it, want it, want it I got it, got it, got it, mother
Don't you watch, don't you blind my eyes And now I'm smiling,
Need an answer
Need some visene,
My eyes moon rising
I need some ryzen to over clock this fuckin
System in my head I'm running of a something putrid
I can take you up to my level mellow 7 never
At 711
Born with Mac 11 s
Born in nitrous heaven
Board can't hold this up
No one hold this up
You a chump hole yeah,
Your a bung hole yeah
A bung hole
Your bung hole hold your stuff
Yeah that's just right you're just one of them chumps,

Bam, bam, bam, pow pow, pow Gotta calm down, got em all down
All the fucking clowns, all the clown around I Ain't talking ICP, I'm talking real fucker crackhead mistreat me, I'll fuck you up, booger I'm fucking F-R-E-A-D, yeah Yeah, that's who, says me bitch

I'm gonna run it down, you gonna see it now
All you fucking clowns, I'm gonna lay you down
You're gonna fuck me now, get off of the ground I got your number, let's call it now

Hey, what's good dude?