Highline Ballroom Soundcheck Freestyle
Ayo, first off my name is (Hi)
Fuck that, check the playlist
Bitch, I'm tryna blow up like the Al Qaedas
(Bah) but why y'all wanna be famous?
So I can pay for protection
And pretend to be gangsta?
These rappers is five foot tall
Talkin' 'bout gang bangin' i'm 6'3''
My pee make 'em yellow like Coldplay is
Six deep up in the rental Honda from Avis
Bad bitches give me brain that
Explains the mindless behavior
But fuck 'em and never mind 'em like a hater
This rap shit is wack I'm goin' back
To gettin' paid under the table
This industry turns me off like I
Forgot to pay my cable
A bunch of males on these labels
Tryna stick it in my anal (What the fuck?)
So I fuck these girls
Cause they're rear-ended (Buh)
I said motherfuck the world
'cause it's near-ended (Uh)
And if you're scared go to church
Other than that go get a shirt
With my name on it
Get your peers offended (Offended)
You're tormented by my face, huh? yeah
(Ah, ha)
That makes you think of what you ain't
Huh? yeah so shimmy shimmy yah shimmy yay
Get your old dirty ass out the way
Hold up (Brr)
Kells, Kells, it's XXL
We've got some wonderful news and
I just wanted to tell now I know you and our
Freshman issue don't sit well
So we said fuck everyone else
Gave you the cover to yourself
I ain't ballin' but I'm at the free throw
Didn't go to college
But I know this gringo is copied
More than a fuckin' Kinkos
Mijo, mis amigos will cut you into burritos
And feed you to the
Seagulls, your career's over, finito
(Fatality)
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a jackass
I'll backhand my country's presidito
I don't take part in politics
Where I'm from we call it deep-throat
I'd rather fuck me a bitch
And X-Men like Magneto (Men)
Call me an asshole but be tactical
'Cause the wrong vernacular could turn
Something spectacular to a massacre
Microphone damager, Midwest assassiner
A Cleveland cannibal
Able to eat any of you faggots like bananas
My cabinets are full of plants that
Make my lungs blacker than Janet
High as intergalactic planets
I think I work for NASA
My Chucks are classic
Body marked up like my manager's calendar
Fans are fanatical still I'm slept
On like these mattresses wake up
Can you see me? Somebody get binoculars
I'm on top of a mammoth
Slappin' two animal activists
Livin' up to the standards I got
Stuck with as a rapper
A havoc, problematic, psychopathic, bastard
Ambassador (Cough, cough) hotboxin' an Acura
Pants saggin' gettin' head from Tabatha (Me)
Bitch, I be that skinny motherfucker (Go)
Cleveland's what I'm reppin'
They already know the answer
Ain't no motherfuckin' question, it's Kells
Yeah i got more bars than a jail
I got more heat than the sun it'self
You would think I was a member of Hell
You would think I didn't have any manners the
Way I use this Biggie beat for myself
But if anyone of you got a
Problem than let me call
P diddy up on the cell and we'll tell you
Fuck the world it don't ask me for shit!
All you industry bitches can suck my dick
Fuck the world it don't ask me for shit
I said all you industry bitches
Can suck my dick, bitch