Tequila Freestyle lyrics

[Verse I: Mic. Knowledge]
Alrite, we going acapella one more time, just to hit one more rhyme
I'm drunk off the liqour, I just want to get your girl and lick her, and feel her
Yeah f*ck her like a light switch, that don't really make sense
But I like b*tches, I like stitches in my di*kses
Yeah I ain't from di*k county, but I do what it does
The beats on, and now it's on
I'm on fire, you can't stand close to me, you'll get sun burn
So listen burn, and just learn
No matter the concern I do what it does
Tyler Ploof go and do what it does

[Verse II: Confidence]
I'm a be A. King, I'm a retarded artist
Who just sharted and I farted (AAHHHHHHH)
Cause I check my pants
I can't do a dance
I dance when I want, cause I prance like Blitzen
A f*cking reindeer
f*cking come here, and I'll c*m all over your ear like a f*cking reindeer
They don't c*m on ears, why is he red nose Rudolph
That b*tch is a b*tch
I'm not even rhyming anymore, I dont even know what I'm saying, I'm not making sense
But hey Mic. Knowledge, we're sitting here drunk off of tequila
Got Nestle Ice Tea in my system
Yeah I did it, b*tch I sh*tted
I sh*tted and I p*ssed all over Santa Claus with it
Casue I do what it does when I does what it do
Casue I f*ck you, and I f*ck him, and I f*ck you too
Casue I f*cking do whatever I want to
I f*cking c*m all over this wall and f*ck you (OOOHHHHHHHHHH)
(Your turn)
[Verse III: Mic. Knowledge]
When I'm drunk off the tequila, I think of Shakira
And I want to do her, and I want to do it (YEEEEAAAH)
I'm per-fect, I'm perfectionist
I'm just an artist, doing affectionates (AAAHHHHHAAA)
I do what it does, that's what I do my best
On my test, I do what it does
I'll take off the bra off your chest (It's so loud)
Yeah it's so loud, cause I'm so proud
I got the crown, call me Corona
Cause I'm on ya, like a sushi roll
And I Gucci Roll, and I Coochie Roll
I BEAT THAT pus*y UUUUPPPP
Yeah, I eat it up
I, get it done, I get it done
We turn this into singing, f*ck rap cause I can sing
Put me on American Idol, that's part of the title
I do what it does

[Verse IV: Confidence]
Yo, we got out at 1 o'clock to go eat Franco's
Cause we get ya b*tch like Chankos
We're going eat so many subs and pizza
We do what the f*ck we want, so Lisa
He f*cked Lisa with pink eye
c*mmed in her eyes, so she can't see, for miles
Cause she is a f*cking bile, she eats file
Cause she got pink eye for like 3 months now
What the f*ck is wrong with her
She needs to go to the doc-tor
And get some medicine for that sh*t so she can see
She can't see Mic. Knowledge when he pees all over her
Cause yeah, bite my butt
You f*cking sl*t, you ain't a sl*t so suck my nut
Cause I f*ckin bust all over your bed
Make your wives bed, cause I'm so red
I'm a blind sooboo, and f*ck you too
I'll f*ck your mom, yeah back to the MILFS
Yeah I f*cked your mom in the mailbox
Cause I f*cking suck...
[Verse V: Mic. Knowledge]
You suck on c*cks?
Why don't you get on docks
Yo, you must be off the Boondocks
Mother f*cker, You can't f*ck with me
f*cking with me, you better f*cking pee
Outside the toilet, get the outlet
Get the flatlet, yeah give you fat lip
Give you fat lip, give you fat lip
I'm a perfectionist, I'm best at this
Yo, you better, you must have your beenie to tight
Cause I get that pus*y tight
Yo I'm so nice, get it to the rice
I'm white like rice, get it like ye-yeaaaah
And we do that, hey yalk-a-bomb ass
Get that punk ass, you can get the god damn
Do the dance, do the prance
Do the thing like (AAAHHHHHHHHH)
Republica de Panama de toma
Yeah, Yeah shake ya ass
I'll shake your face
b*tch jack it off in your face
Beat it then yeah, YEEAAAAAHHH

[Verse VI: Confidence]
Alrite, it's my turn, my turn to burn
So it's time for me to burn
And turn everybody that's absurd
f*ck you in the ass complimentary nuts
Yeah f*ck b*tch dont' f*ck with us
We eat pineapple chunks
f*ck yo bus
Cause we ride the bus
It's pink and yellow sh*t
I don't know what I'm spitting, I'm kind of drunk
But I don't give a f*ck
Look at Mic. Knowledge with the little soccer ball
He don't play soccer at all
What the f*ck is he doing
What the f*ck...
Yo, big ups to Mrs. Shoemaker
He is the f*cking shoemaker
He makes shoes for me and him then
f*ck you like a baker
Take him back like a Laker
Cause I can't f*ck anyone like Storm
Cause he is the war
He was born with a torn
Got Pam, what the f*ck am I saying now
I dont even know, I can't even see straight
I'm f*ckin writing rhymes and I can't, relate
So the sh*t that I spit
I'm just yelling kind of, the red bars are full of sh*t
The beats over (Stop yelling at the mic.)
I think it's over, now it's time for me to takeover (Ooooohhhh)
[Mic. Knowledge]
f*ck the beat I go acappella

[Confidence]
Chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller (Haha Woooooo)