Fun House Freestyle

[verse 1]
Bitch I’m in the house and it’s fun
I ain’t rolling up no joints, bitch I’m rollin up blunts
And you bitches fucking stupid, yeah you really be dumb
I said you bitches fucking stupid yeah you really be dumb, okay

I fucked a siamese twin, and the one was giving me head
While the other head was screaming and begging to please be fed
She said if I do not stop then she’s calling the feds
And now I’m running from the cops and I see blue and red, okay

Running out of air let me check my composure
Oxycotin mix with potent only making me slower
Yeah I got the fucking smoke, you can call me a stoner
Welcome to the fun house, hi, my name is joker

Running and I’m running and I ran into Dolor
He’s hiding in a basement with bodies all on the floor
Only thing he got is a Glock 9 and a sword
Drip down designer, got blood on his Dior, look

[instrumental bridge]

[verse 2]
Yuh, I told him to come with me
Cause nigga I keep the blicky, I spit it like icky vickey
My niggas will do it quickly
My bullets run through him swiftly huh

Yuh, like a sniper 50 caliber
Pussy nigga try to talk I kill him like a massacre
After her, little bitch he try to fix my flow like bitch go faster sir
Pull off in a ghost like it’s Casper’s hearse
I rehearse, satan like I have a curse

Pull the fucking trigger
An opp for calling nigga
I peel off like a sticker, uhuh
Yeah my music getting bigger, real shit
And I pull up with a chopper no stick, uhuh uhuh
From these bullets I keep spraying
All these bodies be decaying, I ain’t playin no games
You sound the same, I’m taking my aim, you the blame
Chopper hit em in the face, I ain’t catching no case
Get the fuck out my place, aye