Jerk Chicken Freestyle

All the things you try to tell me
Don’t really make no sense at all
When you say you’ll always love me
But I don’t feel it when you won’t even call
Haha, yeah
It ain’t a game boy, no matter what button you pushing
Remember the Cross is left in the frame boy
I listen to rap but I ain’t hearing half of the crap in fact I’m jumping my
death to the lane boy
Things just ain’t the same boy, the feeling I’m getting again, is that the pain
or the gain boy?
I get the feeling they get in to make a dollar but color winning,
but women incentive to get a tame boy
And you can take it to the bank with that, 'cause a dollar making them change
ain’t no sense in that
They can’t rap and you don’t wanna make 'em mad
Where the fame and fat acts, how they make you whack
And they made you that, the money can make you act
Like a hairline, the King coming to take you back
You done made us mad, talking 'bout you’re made to rap
'Cause them Angels wanna level with the fame and fad, stop it!
I’m coming lyrically violent
I’m coming like a kamikaze truck doing tricks in the cockpit
The homie rock with, doesn’t rock with
Man you ain’t trippin' I push the limit like a midget in the mosh pit
How hot can a spot get?
If he caught up on the mike, I might burn 'em, 'cause they knock this
Cocky like I got this, but really God got a burner with a lock homie Loch Ness
I’m ripped like a tornado shiftin'
I be lifting up busses and trucks when I twist
Whoever thought making this track, must love an assassination 'cause we murder
to live
Ha, I cut when I’m stuck in the parking lot, while I’m stuck in the skinny’s
I’m tight with it
I’ma snap bringing it back to the game with the rebels, I kill a rocket
Think you jeans in a tight fitted
I don’t get that they don’t get it, these other brothers tryna rap but they
shoes ain’t the right fittin'
Today’s music I’m not feeling, we gettin' numb to the ones who are wrong
instead of right with it
I phone home to the universe to get in closer to the Son and the written verse
I wanna talk about something more than a part of a woman and how they can find
the wrong from a human curse
I’m livin' in this box, lappin' a circle
'Round opponents, I’m like a helicopter movin' when I calm down
Stickin' 'em up, makin' 'em silly, but they hella persistent we like a ref with
a whistle whenever touch down
I’m like is it worth it if I put the work in and if I never get to flirt with
the outcome
When life is givin' me lemons, well, I’ma take it and peel it, and squirt a
little bit and hit 'em 'til the shout comes
Steppin' a game up and I ain’t even givin' the names of lanes
Tryna cover slain, I’ma hang up
You can talk about the vain, the fame, and the insane but nobody can tell me
say that it’s safe, so
It’s all love in beginning until the hate comes
I’m standin' out like a hand out, but shake none
Hit 'em with it, assuming it’s the hottest tune when you make one
Bringin' the heat if I said I’m coming to blaze one
I ain’t down for the sentiment, if I’m talented
You can think what you want like it’s relevant but it ain’t true
How you gonna try to limit the one who put us in this and walk with the canon,
accomplice
You can’t do it
I wish a liar would try to tell me to stay true
A false prophet to cause a fall and a break through
I’m in the game for lames, dang it ain’t true
It’s funny how the sick will help the sick too
And they tell me that Canon can kill the cats, but 'tho lyrically he could step
a dog if he really tried
Now I’m at it, I’m adamant and enamored to hammer them with an immaculate
pattern, a boy they can’t defy
So and then actually you ain’t catching the cap of the cannon I’m coming
passionate, bet I’m crackin' a case for the
Sick rap, I cut the commas and dash out, because I’ma do what I wanna,
plunder and no laughin'