Agent-O Freestyle

[Intro: Copywrite]
Smoke weed and shoot the cops
And giving all the lettuce to the kids on the block
Smoke weed and shoot the cops
And giving all the lettuce to the kids on the block

[Interlude: Copywrite]
There was me, Copy
And three of my enemies
All supposed to meet at the Cannabis Club
Well, the Cannabis Club could couldn't afford their weed license
So they sold us ayahuasca and peyote
Go figure
Which sharpens you up for a bit of the old paranoia
Plagued our minds this evening
And so kiddies, death to all
Right, right?!? (Right, right?!?)

[Verse: Copywrite]
I’m Against the Machine
Like Rage, bitches say (*Scream*), “Now where’s this
Freaking Cage, he'd have let me live, Copy’s dick engraves”
You are correct, madame. I shoot a TEC at ‘em
Columbine GT alumni dissect at ‘em
And I’m wearing white and a vest, death wish. Come on
Hit me right in the chest, I’m excited for death (Come on!) ‘cause I invited
My friends, so don’t disappoint, we hyped as a vet. Do it! It’ll be
Real Eazy, Eric Wright in the flesh. They let me out?
I could come outside? Duck and hide. Guess you could say
I’m practicing celibacy, I’m out of my fucking mind
Creature in the past life like happy belated murder
Stuff green in a shell like when God had created turtles
Shit, see a mannequin, sell a CD to it. Won't stop
‘Til I hit B.I.G. like LAPD bullets. My mic
Stand’s winning a few, hit you, get your lifespan split
Into two, alone, my hype man's invisible. Oh no
They're like, “Damn, it isn't you. Why couldn't it be?”
If I couldn’t emcee, I’d tie a slipknot to wood in a tree
Description bugged, I’m doing prescription drugs
While smooching a pistol slug, vamoose if I sniff enough
I'm doing the shit you love, gun-powder-flirting psycho
With a knife close to your shower curtain, rifle when I’m tired of lurking
I could tell if blood’s type A or type O coming out a person
When I'm dead, they'll remix every song ‘til they run out of versions
Strict muslim but quit cold turkey once they ran out of virgins
Switch to christianity but quit once I came out a virgin. Let ‘em know
One of my names christians whispering when they say grace
Wish me merry Christmas and happy birthday on the same day
The strand of my hand will make you paranoid of air noise
While you're smoking that artificial dies’ we call steroids
Kushing/Cushion the blunt like I dropped an L in my couch, coughing
Looking like there's Hell in my mouth, alphabetics
Selling them out my trunk two for a nick, my new whore is sick
What you thought? She called Two Short a bitch
And who could brag when half your fans are super fags? Your shows
Draw more dicks than Jonah Hill in Superbad
Better pray to God—advice from Peter—’fore his lightness strike delete ya
I'm writing ether while Jay and Nas are writing neither
So top five's not what I'm out to take. Try top
Every algebraic equation Einstein could calculate

[Scratched Hook]
People said his brain was infected by devils

[Outro: Copywrite]
Copywrite Rarities
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Into a realm of unlimited releases?
T.H.E. High Exhaulted: 8th Anniversary Edition will be out soon
(Did you fuck up?) Yeah, I fucked up. We're keeping that
The Life and Times of Peter Nelson album will be out soon (Focus your mind)
Stay tuned
Focus your mind (Stay tuned)
Copywrite, Megahertz, ODot, fuck you