Run It (freestyle)

I'm cocky in every weather

Whether it’s weathercock or a shattered box to a platypus throwing glitter rocks at the ghetto block

I swear I'll swear on sway

What the fucking fuck?

Out of the blue

I'll pop the cock she blew, infant of the fucking police

Cops, this ain’t not poppycock

Think I'm sorry? Not

Copy what?

Thought I was a laughing stock passing massive blocks of crap with a radish fox

And in that box it had dazzling cocks and acid drops from the dirty docks

Now I'm hollyhock

Forty blocks away

Locked and hammered in a cage

Guess I'll go hammerlock

How can I not?

You were my antiknock

If I was climbing this mountain you'll be my alpenstock