Your Girl (freestyle)

I got the hook up fasho, to the respiratory, lyrically black terminator, Do yourself a favor, Throw your rhyme book in the incinerator, go grab the defibrillator, you die lying in the future, you'll need it later, I pull a caper and ride out in a murdered out buick le sabre, often bother the neighbors, smoking that silent, bust through da doe like that nigga Kramer, I'm the Jedi version of Darth Vader, use the microphone like a light saber, cut threw rap crews like clippers do a high taper, your girl hide all lies and favors, sorry chief she don't need No Captain Save her's, cos you ain't nothin Major, speaking in general, she wants to meet in private, I told you but I should of kept it quiet, snitching like the pointer sisters, she get so excited, she gon' try and hide it, to be honest, if you ask she gon' deny it, no need for wing man, her homegirls her copilot, I'm so delighted, I ignited the dynamite wit the torch I use light wit, whenever she hit my pipe, swift Taylor made to get the finest baddies the stars planets tends to align wit, you need to fix your alignment, cos im reminded that she coincide with gettin hype dick, light police using night sticks, I pull up in a nice whip, she hops right in, for quick duties of a side chick, she don't like to say hi, but stay high with hype's shit, I'm who she complies wit, I made her handstand with her thigh split, she don't like that you don't try shit, and can't buy shit, hype's her life coach not a client, don't know where the time, went, she said you got demoted to side gimp, we laugh so hard her backside split,