Pressure Freestyle

Y'all ain't ready for this one Jack Rabbit gonna drop a freestyle A second now Fucking go I spit that utter scutter, motherfucker Make your sister think I love her Dressed as a plumber, holding butter Then I grab another rubber Make your piss burn like Usher Lethal weapon, Danny Glover Seeing red like Scott Summers Pain in the ass like a Bugger Wipe that dried sweat You were just my side quest Covered in crabs is the reason that you sidestepped Working every day just to get on top of my debts Guess that you could say I am on the Smegma grindstep Wait, wait, hold up Are you saying Smegma Yeah, yeah Not Smegma Sigma What's the difference There's a big difference Okay, I'm sorry Don't apologize I'm bragging and flexing Cause I'm the best at sexing Girls think that I'm a blessing And I find it kind of vexing She started undressing And I was unsuspecting She got me erecting And then we started necking Yeah, my proper hard bars are distracting blood Your silly little bars are just lacking blood I listened to your album That was taxing blood I don't like the way you're zig-acting blood I can't rap with you looking at me Look over there How are you going to say that if you set up a fucking concert and I don't even hear you Guys, I'll worry about that later, okay I gripped that mic like it's the last white pudding at my neighbor's wake I was high durin I can tell if she's experienced just by looking It won't come if you mash on it Have you tried pulling? I take my time looking for a partner in crime I am too busy rapping all of the time Writing plenty of rhymes just to get in my prime I don't need another critic in my ear all the time I don't hear your hype, man, either I don't feel hype I'm trying to get you to rap good This is my job If you're not rapping good, I'm just being honest But then that means you're bad at your job You're wasting all of our time here, man You're wasting our hype beyond hyping someone else up No, I'm here with you We're just fucking speaking words It's hard to rap, okay It's not hard It's just you pressure yourself too much I'm pressuring myself You're under too much stress on the mic You just have to let it flow Who's stressing me out Who is the one stressing me out I'm not stressing you Look at all the trash you've written on me Five pages of pure trash in front of you