Flute Freestyle

I got my energy back Now I'm ready to snap Yes you know it's a fact That I'm boutta be fuckin it up Killing em all just because Nobody better than us Dick be hard as an elephant tusk I just keep leveling up Someone put mushrooms in cups So I'll be sipping it up Until it bubble my guts Nobody sicker than us How wespewing out chunks Man we not giving f*ck That's just the way we grew up Used to be super crazy and shady And now I done did a 180 Always on the go for whatever pay me May be heating like May be So they boutta be biting Me and myself cuz there's nobody like him God damn it man this kid is a Titan Where is his trident so I can be striking Grabbing an ice pick stabbing and knifing The way that I slice em Like drawing a hyphen Ain't rapping alike him An never will ever get better Cuz no one is ever this clever I just go do whatever Pop shit off like Berettas Got them grams or whatever or whenever Me and my bro Seth Vanetta Got this shit with vendettas Uh, and now we go to get the chedda Everyday and we're not gonna let up Mob through new crew neck sweaters Dodge 2 dart you can't get us To rude and do who ever Know who's who's and don't get set up We get Baku bucks nd you don't do too much If I'm twisted up then I'll get her Don't hula hoop but I do the moves When I swang these hips I bet a Bitch know who to choose don't need no lube I make her juice and get wetter Want me to beat it up, I ain't a cheater but You got me heating up so I'll just eat it up Cuz she too hot to not Young man Ray got rock it off the top Why they hate on Mac I just came to rap I can take em all I got plenty hats Producer play on any instrument, plus I rap And did this shit from scratch So I gotta go crazy bro I'm tryna turn up this not for the radio I have been doing my measurements These mother fuckers do not know no ratios Pay me no mind of attention Finding ascension when I climb in record Touch gloves get tied in pretzel Hyped up like a kid off a Red Bull Ones up, keep your cash in the dresser I swear that I'm finna win I swear you ain't getting By the hairs on yo chinny chin You sound like him and him And I sound like me Mac Ray