Michael Jordon Freestyle by Matty P Lyrics
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Like im playin hetrix
You got blocked like tetris/
Im speeding like scale-x-trix
You are barmy, dole boy with armarni/
You can't even afford fuckin netflix
Only overly gully could say this, why would I save this?/
This scene ima make this, now watch me break this/
You couldn't cope with eigth of this, never mind half of this/
Outta place like a bible on an atheist/
Gone mad, or maybe his
Brain hit quit/
So quick, It went and got whip/
Lash, diz dat, viz rap div twat, who spits that/
Oh that chav, in a Fila SnapBack/
Fake chain, no, find ya self in front a train bro/
They lame so, in my lane slow/
Your A games broke
Nin-ten-joke/
Yo chickens gone laid a double yolk too/
But act like ya goku, exactly gok-who/
Who?
Gotta chip on my shoulder, ima salt you/
Are you crazy matt, mate do rabbits shag?/
I admit I'm crazy as, let's face the facts/
Perhaps a smile won't ever crack, till my dad/
Dangles his ankles out a attic hatch/
By the way I mean suicide stupid twats/
Don't like my language then slap the cuffs/
Try to censor every fuck, shit, cunt that my lips push/
Cello tape my mush, and push away, every mic that my hands touch/
But bitch, I can morse code double Dutch/
I just don't give a fuck, that won't ever change duck/
Nope
Till someone shoots my brains, and spills my guts/
Like im playin hetrix
You got blocked like tetris/
Im speeding like scale-x-trix
You are barmy, dole boy with armarni/
You can't even afford fuckin netflix
Only overly gully could say this, why would I save this?/
This scene ima make this, now watch me break this/
You couldn't cope with eigth of this, never mind half of this/
Outta place like a bible on an atheist/
Gone mad, or maybe his
Brain hit quit/
So quick, It went and got whip/
Lash, diz dat, viz rap div twat, who spits that/
Oh that chav, in a Fila SnapBack/
Fake chain, no, find ya self in front a train bro/
They lame so, in my lane slow/
Your A games broke
Nin-ten-joke/
Yo chickens gone laid a double yolk too/
But act like ya goku, exactly gok-who/
Who?
Gotta chip on my shoulder, ima salt you/
Are you crazy matt, mate do rabbits shag?/
I admit I'm crazy as, let's face the facts/
Perhaps a smile won't ever crack, till my dad/
Dangles his ankles out a attic hatch/
By the way I mean suicide stupid twats/
Don't like my language then slap the cuffs/
Try to censor every fuck, shit, cunt that my lips push/
Cello tape my mush, and push away, every mic that my hands touch/
But bitch, I can morse code double Dutch/
I just don't give a fuck, that won't ever change duck/
Nope
Till someone shoots my brains, and spills my guts/