Irregular Heartbeat (freestyle)

I'm a stupid new kid

You see this Lucy, lucid music

Imma use it and lose it

Oh fuck it!

If I ain't making money off of it

I'll be right back cooking in the kitchen

Looking at my vision

Seeing these zombies be on a mission

Wait, listen

Imma start bitching

The money, the fame, the honey, the pain

The same thang, I miss 'em

Your mama, your name, the drama, the game

The lame thang, I diss 'em

If I get all your girls in on day Imma fist 'em

A hundred times on a runway and not in a fun way

That was suppose to be unsaid

I was on a thin rope and then fall in pitfall

I ain't potful of a pitiful or Pitbull

I'm international but I ain't worldwide

Im in the nationals but I ain't worldwide

Hold tight, alright? okay

You party all night all day

I hardly go fight

Arouse me and I might just go play

Who tried suicide?

You cried on this foreplay

On a role-play if I were you I won't wait for my cold day

I'll die or do like I just said

You better go getta mother fucking first AID

Because I bust heads, bitch