King Los Freestyle lyrics

(Muffled Voice)
Where were you? There, there, hold on
Where were you? Hold on, you were never there, there

This is what I do I do this sh*t like every year
And every day's gon' make a year a year, days gon' make a week a week
Weeks gon' make a month a month, months gon' make me f*ckin' kick yo ass
And show you folks all these blunts I be f*ckin' smokin
I just ????, I'm goin' off, hold up, I like it
I told 'em to recite it, they went and asked the psychic
Who was the f*ckin' best and n*gga who would never write it
I said this is crazy cause why do I have arthritis, I'm the tightest
n*gga I am ????, my dentist said a lot of n*ggas is gon' f*ckin' bite this
I said, yeah but I got a touch like Midas, and that's King Midas
Tonight I think we might just
Try to f*ckin' digest all these rappers I've been eatin'
And n*ggas been f*ckin' jumpin' up just to get a beatin'
You know that song, pump jump up, you get beat down
If I can't beat you I'mma go and get my Heat clown... don't make me reach 'round
Yeah n*gga, welcome to C town, in other words you gon' C(see) me, on TV
The only way you could play me is CD, you bored(board) like Ouija
Ouija board, bring ???? ????, we be bored we be somewhere out in Fiji

n*ggas be like what the f*ck is he rappin'........

It's Arabic, I get on my terrorist sh*t
And get on my Carrie sh*t and start carryin' sh*t
Jones, I got the Jones on some, Merrian sh*t, I'm merry and sh*t
I got the bones I got the bones on some, Barry and sh*t, I'm buryin' the bones, n*gga
I bury my clones under my other clones
On a playlist, I bury my songs under my other songs... but I don't play 'round
I got monkey bars and I slide up on a n*gga and I swing but I don't play ground
n*gga, you's a fake clown, ate out of that sixteen and leave eight down
They stay down, mayday, mayday, I'm nuts, PayDay, PayDay
This is my pay day, pay day, n*gga what
Pocket full of hundreds that's them big faces them Benjamins
n*ggas think they hard but they sweet like sugar and cinnamon
n*ggas gettin' cake like it's ????, and I'm intimate
When it comes to makin' my cake cause damn I be so into it
You should call it, intuition, n*gga I was in the vision
That I was knockin' these buildings down, let's call it demolition
I am the best that ever did it you could remember this
When nobody ever did it with this ridiculous rendition
That I'm f*ckin' doin', hold on this is the demolition
So I came to ruin your demolition, your posse'
n*ggas sayin' how could they stop me? I told n*ggas they can't stop me
Cause I beat it up I swing like Rocky in the meat freezer with a meat cleaver
n*gga me neither, leave a b*tch, where ever she at I'm the receiver
Hold on, I'm the quarterback, don't give a b*tch a dime back
I got a dime, that can't get a quarter back, on no time, think about it
I set up in a shotgun, got a Hail Mary now the b*tch wanna drop one
Told her that's a fumble that's an incomplete pass
And if I ain't f*ckin' that well that's some incomplete ass
I just need a little bit, now I'm runnin' down the sidelines
And I got my field goal, and they say it's my time
Cause I'm goin' a hundred miles an runnin', that's a hundred yard dash
Look at me, oh my God, that's a hundred yard catch
I done did it, and got it I done run it back like a runnin' back
Through the hole boy, look at me my whole team, my block, the way I go boy
Do my block, like go boy, on my block like Boys N the Hood, I'm just like dough boy
n*gga say it's ???, oh my God, word to my homeboy
How the f*ck I rap like this, I just go in my zone boy
Oh my God I switch the f*ckin' sh*t, to a zone boy
Now they in a nickel, when I had a nickel at home boy
n*gga f*ck that sh*t I gave a nickel to my homeboy
He rolled it up and then we smoked it, I got high with my homeboy
n*ggas ain't sayin' nothin', me, I'm fly with my homeboy
Ride and I motherf*ckin' die with my homeboy
Ride and I slide on a n*gga with my homeboy
Divide all the pie, make some figures with my homeboy
I'm just listenin' bumpin' all that Jigga with my homeboy
And never knew that I would be that n*gga with my home boy
So I'm ridin' on these n*ggas with my homeboy
Slidin' on these n*ggas and I'm goin' with my homeboy
n*ggas say we borin', cause you know the f*ck we flowin'
And they borin' so now a n*gga tourin' with his homeboy