Re: Official Freestyle Thread
Grab the neck and snapped it quick like a ham bone, never bother a wack brotha spit'n shit on the lyrical microphone. Cause he's sick in the head he thinks he's got skill, sweat'n at 103 like prey to a killa bee in the roof of a cotton mill. Killed bill the third time and struck a match at fresh grave, previous freestyles never made sense like negro spirituals being sung by a white slave.
Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene
And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine - RZA