Freestyle With Remy Martin lyrics

[Big Pun]
Yo yo yo
What the f*ck, Terror Squad
All we do is battle what; what, what what
Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler
Ring rattlin' microphone fiend spline splatterer
King of the throne, bringin it home five nights
Up in The Source - five mics
Whippin' a Porsche - high price
Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin'
Imaginin' Angie nuttin' but panties and my 911
That's what I'm reppin' the thug tech and the glove
Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin' your rug
It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez
Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {p*nis}
You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark
Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart

[Remy Martin]
Yo.. yo, yo, yo
All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this b*tch Remy-nisce?
Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent?
Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit?
Is she, really the sh*t, is her flow really sick?
Get off my di*k, keep your sorry ass compliments
I get mad quick y'all knowin' me ain't got no sense
b*tch don't try to play me, because you not a player
Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster
It's easy to c*ck back and smack the sh*t out a hoe
Had to leave n*ggas bleedin' just so we could get our dough
It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason
On the Bruckner, like f*ck you, gettin' weeded and speedin'
I'm untouchable n*gga I ain't never have love for you n*ggas
Cause y'all pus*y that's why I ain't never f*ck with you n*ggas
Motherf*ckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall
Don't slip into some sh*t you and your click can't really handle
I ain't havin' it, get the cash out the cabinet
Before I stab the bast*rd baby in the bassonet
I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open
Leave son chokin', gun still smokin'
Know how many n*ggas like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"
Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!