LOTM April Freestyle

[Verse: Copywrite]
Fresh out
Celebrity rehab, a menacing d-bag brewing
Hennesy tea bags in a limousine E-class
You miss me much? I’m on a pristine slut with a
Soft mouth whose lost count of the dicks she’s sucked (I need that!)
The forecast is we ain’t done, tell the crowd light
Blunts hella loud and get your umbrellas out, yell it loud
Huh! My lungs are black, and I’m proud, packing that loud
And I’ll be passing acid tabs to the crowd (Here you go! Take that!)
We don’t hit the Days Inn, bitch, we made men. You probably
Tapped out your first day of 60 Days In (Hahahaha! Bitch!)
So brace yourself like an independent dentist
Entering a menace, fuck radio, I’m not censoring a sentence
Inventor and a chemist, got your sister measuring
My genitals, dawg, wanna beat her senseless when she’s finished
I word-hustle to get loot (What else?), getting brain
In the front seat, I’m Kurt Russell in Death Proof
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pussy, stop. You’re sweeter than a Tootsie Pop
Don’t know what you doing on the beat like a rookie cop
So come on down and run on, clown. You got
No flow, your shit sound like a run-on noun
Fahrenheit with the skills, I stare at ice ‘til melts. They either
Sound like bad versions of DOOM, Price, or myself
Bite from myself, no one else I like but myself
I’m so large, I need to hyphen to spell and a hypeman to help