Rick Owens Freestyle

[Intro: [?] ]
You know, a PINKBLXXD, when I see you I'mma whoop yo ass, bitch I'm sick of you talkin' shi-

[Chorus: lungskull]
Poppin' molly, I'm on X
Blicks till we K, when I catch him stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)
Runnin' down your hood with the mace, cast a fuckin' spell leave that boy stuck in the mix
Fuck the feds had to put em' in the race
I'm poppin' Percocets, hopin' that them bitches laced
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?

[Post-Chorus: lungskull]
Ahh, ah-ah, I put mud up in that syrup
[?], I'mma hit his fuckin' face
Hollow tips hit his face, now it's blood all on my shirt, [?]
I was tryna hit his bitch but now she gettin' merked

[Verse: PINKBLXXD]
Yesterday she gettin' merked (merked)
Whip up on that hoe ass nigga, we gon' fuckin' lurk
You not bout' no fuckin' shit, my nigga, pull up we gon' work
I'm that nigga, and I got his blood up on my shirt
Yeah we run up with that bag, we on go
We gon' cook some shit up nigga, we gon' sell all this blow
Little boy's tryna run away, pay me what you owe (what you owe)
Fuck nigga, he get sent down below
We gon' run up in the crowd like a fuckin' mosh pit
Nigga get out of my DM's, nigga I don't owe you shit
You can see that fuckin' glow, yeah that shit is on my wrist
Yeah she give me fuckin' top, I don't wanna give a kiss
Niggas steady on my dick, nigga get up off my sack
They be fiendin' for some candy like a fuckin' flapjack
Niggas worried 'bout me, they not focused on they bag
Niggas dissin' dead niggas, they don't know shit, it's sad
Niggas flexin' they drug use, flexin' fuckin' shrooms
Niggas be that bold they just stay up in they room
Niggas got an ego, they ain't even make it, they a fool
I could give less of a fuck, nigga I'm just cool

[Chorus: lungskull]
Poppin' molly, I'm on X
Blicks till we K, when I catch him stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)
Runnin' down your hood with the mace, cast a fuckin' spell leave that boy stuck in the mix
Fuck the feds had to put em' in the race
I'm poppin' Percocets, hopin' that them bitches laced
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?
Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?

[Outro: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Sample]
You're fortunate your arm's broken. If not for that you wouldn't be getting off so easily