[ The Beginning - Freestyle ~ 1 ]

[Verse 1: Quitting]
Yeah, I'm that type of bitch to make a ho stay folded
Yeah, he givin' me that shitty attitude, stay molded
Wavin' my shit like it was his all along
Get the fuck out, I say, stay the fuck gone
Bitches on my wristwatch like it's theirs to keep
"Tiaka mi, vesolip"
Drop my shit and get the fuck out
(I say, drop my shit and get the fuck out)
(I say) All these paparazzi
Givin' me anxiety
Talkin' 'bout (Woah, woah), whip on the dolla tree
Ain't nobody fuck with me
Ain't nobody fuck for free
Ain't nobody ever wanna, e-ever wanna fuck with three

[Verse 2: portorosso]
You bitches swear you hate drama, then you spit like a llama
Casual ass hoes, need to go back to preschool, pajamas
Go and cry, cry, cry, to your papa and mama
I'm on my gotchu, 'gotchi like Tama'
Quirky fuckers gеt on my nerves, all you are is sеnseless pervs
I shoot my shot, then you bitches swerve (Skrrt!)
I bring this heat that all you motherfuckers don't deserve
You gotta be careful with your fuckin' words
Your rhymes are ass, at this point, jail is where you're headed
Twenty something, your parents waitin' for you to be wedded
It's so pathetic, ha, for once, do something better
You see those anime titties, now you're wetter (The fuck?)
You so dumb and illiterate, can't write no pity letters
For shame, just go hide in your blankets and your sweaters

[Verse 3: Jada 0/////0]
Ladies staring at you, Jada, think they tryna fuck?
Nah, bruh, they just staring at my gay haircut
I've been used to bitches tryna talk shit, tryna hate
Bitch, your mom was a slut, and you was a mistake
I've been on here and dominating this shit
And the last thing I need is another basic bitch
I've been rhyming since I was eight
Now my boy Nigel saying that I ate
I'm a rap savior
Not on my best behavior
Rhyme scheme is getting crazier
Getting bigger and scarier
This kills, someone's gotta bury her
Tagged people cause more the merrier
Dark Tali, and Jada, The fairy girl

[Verse 4: Øddity]
Them opps always get in my face
You know that jit finna get hit with the mace
He think he tough, what else can I say
He live in California, at 399 Weymouth Place
His name is Bruce, kill his fam', call him Wayne
I ain't no joker, promise you I'm not tame
Snappin' his back like my last name was Bane
I been riddlin' and figurin' out I'm not sane
I murder children when I am in the mood
I eat them when I want food
Spit them out, leave them unchewed
Walk into Walmart when I'm in the nude
I am bi, I wanna fuck dudes
But I am not a top, please don't assume
I sub for your mom, she got an attitude
But I don't care, I have parental issues

[Verse 5: Kh-ri]
Poppin' outta pocket, para party, crash the posse cut
Spittin' poles and pigeons, push to gains, I got Pilates up
Crooked toothpick losing all his hubris, stay with moxie strut
Hoot and holler, worth a silver dollar, make the song corrupt
Still gon' hold a bottle up, orange cream soda
Stank face maker on bars, there's a mean odor
Kick him to the curb, he gon' see a star, dream novas
Sting like king cobras, he finna meet these bluish-green loafers
We don't just play 'round, we runs sets for 30s
Big drift on the whip, the skirts don't curtsy
Shinin' on these niggas, wake up bright and early
Opps washed up like chores, and we still do 'em dirty
Don't really push white girl, ain't big on Fergie
But it takes more than being gutter just to try and murk me
Maybe next Thursday I'll be at peak performance
Deadass just wrote this before the dormance

[Verse 6: WokeJB]
Fuck nigga trippin', I'ma get rid of him
I'm kicking him
My bitch, yeah, she lickin' it, lickin' it
These bricks, nigga, I'm flippin' it, flippin' it
With the Glock, you never be tentative

[Verse 7: AJ_Official2005]
Is it me or is my life just a comedy like Joker?
Pull up in all make-up
Pull up like I'm Chief Keef, shoutout to Young Sosa
I love my followers, fans
It's time for the love and peace to build up
This is my come-up
Still waiting for Logic to drop that album of his
Taking it back to the vinyl days
Talking to this person he keeps testing me like a quiz
God will always be with me even after my final days

[Verse 8: 19OO]
If you called for the smoke, we pull up in your house
The choppa in my hip, put the blick in his mouth
I catch you while you walkin', I'm blickin', I'm blickin'
I'm blickin' 'til lil' boy get some clout
Choppa make him downbad, we beatin' him out
I got me some shooters, they came up from the south
He said he catchin' the bodies, I really doubt
O-Once he get three shots, he now know what the chop about
Shoutout Oddity, this chop is about it
They like my swag 'cause I'm clouted
Choppa on me, you get to block in
Beat his ass up, this no Chris Brown
I've been a king, now give me my crown
We made him a pack, shoutout ****
Glockie on me, this a safari
She said I'm a lame, now she tellin' me sorry