MAD DOG FREESTYLE

[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
Ay, ay, bullet to his temple, no Shirly
Riding 'round town on the block doing whirlies
Keep me a strong-arm, chopper so burly
I don't want her if she act too girly
She gon' touch up on my hair 'cause it's curly
Fuck on that bitch, and then give her a swirly
I think I nut in that bitch too early
But I'm protected
Keep a Trojan, hope it isn't defective
Chopper sinned, it follows arm got extensions
I hate women, they ain't getting respected, nah, nah, nah
All women thots, except for my mom
Hate niggas too 'cause my daddy is gone
Modern Warfare, I'mma shoot up the spawn
When I'm in Philly, pull up with thе John
She want the D, so I pull out my John
Cut to the green likе I'm mowing the lawn
New fit clean, just topped out the pawn
Round finna catch him, he look like a Pokemon
I'm on the wave, they don't know 'bout the boat I'm on
Walking the path, they don't know 'bout the road I'm on
Midsummer king, man, I'm feeling like Oberon
Feel like I'm Deku how I'm finna Go Beyond
They tryna bite what I write like a bad dog (That nigga ate my homework)
I just stay mean, mugging niggas like Mad Dog (Get out the way, bitch)
Think this is heat? Check out the back log (I got some fire)
Keep me a stick like I played for the Black Dog

[Verse 2: Mir Blackwell]
They call me cool 'cause they know I'mma cash cop
Used to be broke, but I'm getting cash now
I'mma stay itching like I got a rash now
If you want smoke then that blunt getting past 'round
My chopper keep singing, It might be an American Idol
Don't wait for my chopper, it's still on arrival
My hundreds, they blue, but they ain't no rival
Niggas said drip, then they switch it like Micheal
Niggas be switching, they claiming more gangs than chugs
When I bust a rhyme it get dangerous
They say bitches calling, I hang it up
I call up my DJ, they make it cut
That thicken amount just to make it hush
I ain't uber her home, she take the bus
I'm throwing that cash, she rake it up
I ain't ran a bar like thirteen gauge
I hope the shots missed, you ain't worth these strays
He got a new bit, on the curb he lay
I let him decompose, in the Earth he stay
Ok, Ok, yuh, yuh
You can't rap like this
See the trash I spit, and the ass I get, you can't laugh like this (Ok, Ok)
Wanna live like me, you can have my fit, I even pass my kicks (Ok, Ok)
Let you have my shit, let you have my cliques, still can't rap like this
She call me dimple, I'm calling her join us, and mixed with a hazard
Hard body nigga, I'm like Kevin Levin
Chopper beside me, it send them to heaven
He eating this .9, so I'm calling him seven

[Outro: Mir Blackwell]
What the fuck? This shit was so fucking trash. Why the fuck do I make such bad music? Fuck it, I'm out