Freaky Ways

Intro: Loes
Yeah, they can't spit like me, yo, it's a freaky way, emcees get a twisted the way it seems, Gold and Loes, freaky way, yeah they can't spit like me

Verse 1: Loes
Yo, I cure sickness I'm a threat with a remedy
I'm for certain I put the pesh in it specially, my profession's my specialty
I get loose it ain't like a shooting range trajectory
Cause I made a new monopoly, a newly game was meant for me
Life is lonely and better with friends embezzling gems
Upsetting the trends, got it locked like federal pens
Should be on a bike path the way that we peddle for ends
At the finish line isn't time for penning events
I'm the one to blame so I'm sent to the bench
That's Specific, since I was bred just suspense
I'm been known to rock a concert ghostwrite lines like jail sponsors
Y'all ain't felt like nose Crayola markers
Since eleven to twelve, I wrote letters and spelled
Better rhymer than poets published in public for cell
Since you skipped the jail go out like string and bell with a single shell
Devilish bars, we will share a drink in Hell
Chicks think I'm well, stay stuck on head like large curtains
Make bonds for neck like two restaurants merging
If I keep running in ducks who test the God's sermon
My guns going trends like Hugh Hefner's broads lurking
I got a tip, don't drop dimes
It cost damage listen, ammunition got a clip, go cop nines
Like Michelin-esk I've heard that before it's a throwback line
Hoping the knapsack get brains, I blow back minds
Kodak rhymes, out the frame like photoshopping me out of pictures with your spouse and dame
Welcome to the House of Payne
NBC seeks to make me lower as a bit rate
So I'ma yell as low as I'm the host of the mixtape

Hook: Loes
It's our freaky ways, MC's get it twisted the way it seems
It's our freaky ways, they can't spit like me
(x2)

Verse 2: Golden Boy
Yeah, even if he sick still in bed at six, cops say kill him
All day you take a loss playing with us like a burn victim
Turn worksafe to x-rated the word games to put him in the Earth hey my digit on the jersey
Eight zero stay thorough on the tapes the murals and paint durable
Ink thick burrow the bass deep
This fly shit, it seems sipping JD thick the same team
Time shipping in the way we speed
Slide the rhymes I inject with true serum to get through
First in a second fool, stirring under which brew
My real music give a hex to em, next lit
Moon will have a cat purring tunes with the ass
From the cover of real Cancun
Match Bourbon for Jack
Juice got him slurring the words improving the perfect
No turning it back strum live time for action
151, I touch crying it rough
The tough hot it stuff Loes plus our shows
Rough Gold gusto to rush my nuff poems
In pal, Prozacly the dome maniacally
My voacs not hot like a broke calliope
Stroke it, you got somethin that's homegrown I'll smoke it
Stop the closed, hip hop pop control shit
Yo, so take that what you say to me
To be safely, me and Pesh keep it straight, that's the way to be

Hook: Loes
It's our freaky ways, MC's get it twisted the way it seems
It's our freaky ways, they can't spit like me
(x4)