The Farm Club (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's the mothaf*ckin' Farm Club
This little girl 'bout to get her arm rubbed
Who wanna see me on this mothaf*ckin' mixing board?
Who wanna see me on a mothaf*ckin' diction lore?
And I'll be kicking towards to mothaf*ckin' camera looking right in it
I can kick twenty dope rhymes in one minute
And y'all don't understand ‘cause my rhymes are Infinite

[Refrain]
What's the Farm Club?
It's the mothaf*ckin' *chika-chika* Farm Club
It's the mothaf*ckin' *chika-chika* Farm Club

[Verse 2]
Is this sh*t there wasn't be bleeped out?
I don't know but I feel it is and it's like *eeh-eh*
And I will kick a rhyme until it stops to *eeh-eh*

[Outro]
What? Wha-what? It's the Farm Club?
What? Wha-what? Wha-what? It's the Farm Club?