Sorry Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Um......'Sup, c*ck f*cking face n*ggas?
It's your boy Ace, man. Um.....
I'm in f*cking Sacramento right now and sh*t, mom just moved
I've got nothing better to do out here, so I'm just gonna freestyle for you di*k sucking motherf*ckers, alright?
Ready? Who you with? Nah, I'm playing.......um.....
Alright, let's see.......
This some exclusive sh*t, n*gga. Um.....
I'm really gonna freestyle, none of this sh*t written like these other
Motherf*ckers do. Alright?

[Verse]
Free styling, and that n*gga Wild N' Out, like Nick Cannon. f*ck on rock or bammin' Obama
I'mma f*ckin' bomb ya. Have to be something with your mamma and Osama
Bin Laden, that n*gga been hidin'. Probably been ridin' in the dirty
Eating on my dad's white stuff, like Mcflurry
n*gga's can't burn me. I am not a book, you can't learn me
But don't f*ck me, you cannot yearn me. I am not a f*cking check, you cannot earn me
What the f*ck else rhymes with earn? Bernie
Bernie and irk, irk and Kirk, and Kirk is f*cking Berk and Berk is f*cking Bobby
Bobby's f*cking auntie, Johnny. Johnny f*cking nanny, auntie. Johnny's f*cking Chuck, and Chuck is f*cking Bobby
So, it's like a threesome, with eighteen more f*cking people
I'm a f*cking zero, your a f*cking two plus eight, six. I can't count, that's why I won't amount to sh*t
But I got a big di*k, and it's growing. And my f*cking lyrics keep flowing
And my mother f*cking spit keep getting on my f*cking clothes and the camera
Lens. I am in the mother f*cking camera bends
I don't make sense, but I could give a damn if your b*tch is a man. If your mother f*cking head hurt from working all day
If your momma's dead, she be sucking di*k and f*cking pus*y blunt ashtrays with your uncle
f*ck 'em, f*ck you. If you looking at this, f*ck you
Here, you is a mother f*cking queer
Shout out to Odd Future, Peas 'n Carrots. We gon sit down and say cheers. I just though of that right now
Actually, I thought about that two minutes ago. We can go find a ho, or a sl*t, or a b*tch, open up her legs and probably bust a nut in her hair
Spit up on the lens, lens up on the spit. This camera's sh*t
Hopefully, some n*gga's will get me a cannon
Back to my first line, bammin Obama. f*ck you and your f*cking momma
And your momma's cousin, they be buzzing, they be smoking, and then they coke, and then they drink, and then they play Young dro in a Lincoln. I'm winking
I'm lying, and your b*tch is lying. Because the b*tch got shot, and her f*cking mom's dying
No, she's not dying, I'm lying. Her f*cking uncle bobby just got shot with a BB......Gun, n*gga's better run
My di*k's a gun, and it's about to c*m. Blow you in your mouth, yeah, I blow it in your mouth
Get it? No, you don't. Yes, you will, no, I won't
f*ck, I'm running out of breath. Need a f*cking, inhaler before I f*cking, inhale ya
This sh*t is recording, now I gotta save you like I'm jesus Christ, but I'm not
And hopefully the n*gga behind me don't have a knife. I'm home alone, and I got my own bone, this is my own song
Actually, I'm going home tonight. Actually, I'm lying, I ain't right. Yep, yeah, eah
No, I'm going theres, to the house
[Final verse]
I'm from Hawthorne, the dirty dirty. Where n*ggas get stabbed up, where n*ggas get rabbed up in rasbeads
And when I say rasbead, n*gga's get raped. No homo, we're not fruity, we're not rasbead
We're the other b2k members. We're not f*cking white winter, like December. We're low so, like fall in like September, or October, or November
I thought I told you, f*ck. I'm sick of f*cking rapping, I'm sick of f*cking clapping, for you mother f*ckers that's rapping
Saying that I freestyle, bring the pain. n*gga, this is not a freestyle. I'm not stupid, your not Lil Wayne
These n*gga's say, f*ck I'm not gonna get up into it. Because these wallet chain n*ggas gonna get me into it, and I'm a say screw it, but I'm not gonna chop
But I'm not Mike Jones, and I'm not Mike Jones, Mike Jones. Who? Shut the f*ck up
Here's a di*k, dad, you can suck up. But actually, I don't give a f*ck up
I'mma a be a man about it and hopefully, suck it up. I'm talking about your di*k, f*ck it. You love it, no, you f*cking hate it
And you f*cking rate it, and degrade it, and discard it. f*ck it, I'll catch you n*ggas tomorrow
Odd Future. Happy Days. Bicano, and Casey Veggies. My n*gga K Mac, shout to Left Brain, and my n*gga Jerry, and my ex girlfriend, b*tch buried. Shout out to Ology, teen blocks coming up
Cheers, busting in your ears

[Outro]
What else, did not f*cking shout out? That's probably the only n*gga's on MySpace I like
Oh, f*ck it. The beat's coming bac- Nah, I'm playing, I'm so sick of this sh*t
I'll see ya'll n*gga's later