FREESTYLE NUMBER THREE
[Verse]
Spittin' shit out of my brain
Everybody know my name
You know how far we done came
Bitch I made this shit
3 albums, you can't top this shit
I be going round the block for this
I be going round the clock for this
Ted Album 3 revolutionizing the rap world
You know I be smashing that girl
On that trilogy I never try to rap 'cause I don't want it to be wack
Bitch it's the game
I carry on my back with all my verses
Against you my rhymes all curses
You love porn, wanna surround you with 3 nurses
And I be stomping you down in my Converses
I can spit fire for 10 hours
Or more, in that Honda Accord
This shit is ours, TAR running it
I be playin' the chord
Bitch we got the powers
No, we never gettin' bored
Go and tutor shit
Can't even afford
I might just fuck around and go study abroad
And to your girl we explored
You know she make me feel adored
Write that shit down in the electronic bulletin board
Bitch I'm the zone of rhymes like the website
Lame asses use to write
Bitch I'm the guy
Best producer in the game
I feel like Madlib
Drop 3 classics, shit just like a hat trick
I don't write shit, I spit it from the heart
Like I did in tracks 3, 4, you know I make art
3, 4 like Giannis 'cause bitch I'm a freak
But I'm still smart, you know Teddy on top of the chart
I ain't from the block, but it's all true what I talk
Got Sly Tendencies, beat homies with a fork lift
Ain't got a sweatshirt, rhyming 'till my head hurts
You know why, bring the vibe
You know the beat is mine
Every day, computer going off
Make and kill the beat like I'm jerking off
I just met Joe's mama, she a hoe
Told her merry christmas, bitch, like my name Joe
Yuh, who is he?
The boy spittin' facts, straight G
Not straight though
Stole from a kindergartener, make her say "no!"
And I get paid, no
And I get laid, woah
[Outro]
That's cap
Final album
Final Ted Album
Yeah
Spittin' shit out of my brain
Everybody know my name
You know how far we done came
Bitch I made this shit
3 albums, you can't top this shit
I be going round the block for this
I be going round the clock for this
Ted Album 3 revolutionizing the rap world
You know I be smashing that girl
On that trilogy I never try to rap 'cause I don't want it to be wack
Bitch it's the game
I carry on my back with all my verses
Against you my rhymes all curses
You love porn, wanna surround you with 3 nurses
And I be stomping you down in my Converses
I can spit fire for 10 hours
Or more, in that Honda Accord
This shit is ours, TAR running it
I be playin' the chord
Bitch we got the powers
No, we never gettin' bored
Go and tutor shit
Can't even afford
I might just fuck around and go study abroad
And to your girl we explored
You know she make me feel adored
Write that shit down in the electronic bulletin board
Bitch I'm the zone of rhymes like the website
Lame asses use to write
Bitch I'm the guy
Best producer in the game
I feel like Madlib
Drop 3 classics, shit just like a hat trick
I don't write shit, I spit it from the heart
Like I did in tracks 3, 4, you know I make art
3, 4 like Giannis 'cause bitch I'm a freak
But I'm still smart, you know Teddy on top of the chart
I ain't from the block, but it's all true what I talk
Got Sly Tendencies, beat homies with a fork lift
Ain't got a sweatshirt, rhyming 'till my head hurts
You know why, bring the vibe
You know the beat is mine
Every day, computer going off
Make and kill the beat like I'm jerking off
I just met Joe's mama, she a hoe
Told her merry christmas, bitch, like my name Joe
Yuh, who is he?
The boy spittin' facts, straight G
Not straight though
Stole from a kindergartener, make her say "no!"
And I get paid, no
And I get laid, woah
[Outro]
That's cap
Final album
Final Ted Album
Yeah