Westwood Freestyle 2010

I’m like a white Michael Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott
I might make a little Alizé with a side of Nyquil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high school
Satan’s disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper
Liable to shit on you while I snipe you
So dope he gets off opiates, what an appropriate
Way to start off his day; he may just smart off to Dre
He may be hard to contain cause his rage is so hard to gauge
See Hannibal ate off his face and made Jason gnaw off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; It all plays a major part of his game
Holy water won’t ward him off, crucifixes won’t do the trick
He’s so sick, it’s ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He’s still insane, why’s there bloodstains on his carpet man?
There’s some crazy shit going on in Shady’s apartment again
Newsflash, I’m still trashed, those pills should have killed my ass
But they didn’t, they just made me stronger
It’s like they re-built my ass
Like the Six-Million-Dollar-Man after the crash
It’s Aftermath bitch! And my milk-glass is still half-empty
Yeah, tempt me! Hell isn’t enough
They need to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I’m getting, they’ll stick me in a conventional oven
With a rotisserie setting and won’t even notice me sweating
Shit, I done laid a verse, said some foul shit
Tried to go back, fix it, fucked around, and just made it worse
Yeah, I’m back, looking no worse for wear, got these haters
Mad enough to rip out their hair, start punching the air
Panties so in a bunch, they can’t function
It’s Shady and Royce, fuck yeah
What a dysfunctional pair
So stop acting like a punk get a pair
Take a pill and fall the fuck out, spill your lunch in the chair
I’ll do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim Kardash in the ass
With a shard of glass from Nick Hogan’s car crash
You’ll end up like the passenger of that, don’t be a smartass
Yeah, laugh while you sit there thinking the hard part passed
You ain’t seen pain till Leatherface flips man
I’ll cut your fucking balls off, homie, my saw’s off the chain
I chopped the bitch in half with it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of her torso fucking crawled off insane
I ain’t seen shit like that since I went to Mike Jack’s
Took the Elephant Man’s skull, fucked it, and put it right back
Handed my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my nutsack
Gave him a reach around while I fucked him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain’t taking it back faggot, fuck that
I give a fuck about nothing so here’s where you fucked up at
Don’t go touching that can man, you don’t wanna open up that
Wait a min…Ah shit…Alchemist, cut that