XRAY FM Freestyle

[Verse: OnlyOne]
When I spit, I diss everyone like Kendrick Lamar
I’m Jimi Hendrix, playing wit’ his left on guitar
I’m buying Hecklers, suppressors, selling weapons and arms
I hit the bank in 60 seconds disconnect the alarms
I crash a plane in this bitch and catch a terrorist charge
I’m getting brains in the whip like Kennedy’s car
Bring the rocket from Matt Damon, y’all coulda left me on Mars
My pocket is Camp David, that’s where the presidents are
Yeah I wrote a rap for every day Portland had a rainbow
Now I’m out in San Diego eating ranchos huеvos
For 10 years I tour so much, I’m telly-sick
For 10 years I been on iTunеs selling this
Out of 15 albums I did, 12 were sick
So when it comes to music, you can’t tell me shh
I’m really from the gutter you don’t have to like that
If someone hating online, I’m not gon’ write back
I’ll show up at ya’ house like, ‘punk did you type that?’
Like at the end of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back
Put hands on me you might get popped in the face
I’m spitting murder, dumping cut-up bodies in lakes
My homies was pulling out burners robbing a bank
I could out-smoke Berner and beat Hopsin in SKATE
I’m not shopping my tape I’m, shopping for weight
Yeah people talk a lot just, not to my face
I see people in person and they awkward and fake
I don’t wanna conversate or shake I’m honestly straight
You could put up the bread we could battle to death
Besides Illmac and Ness I think Dizaster the best
I think The Saurus, K and Hollow would have to next
Then I have to admit I take a weed nap on the rest
Cops are rattlesnakes and I rattle the nest
I’ll throw a javelin through a jake’s tactical vest
Yeah I hijack the net and make radical threats
I capital-punish pigs on the Capitol steps
If space and time a fabric I unravel the thread
And stitch up a black hole like a patch on a vest
Yeah I keep a blade but I’d rather snipe you like the Daywalker
I’m not Doctor Strange, I’m just a deranged doctor
Slash graverobber
Dig up a dead body and operate on it like a Frankenstein monster
I pray to Christ’s father and I vaporize ganja
I could race a flying saucer smashing Leia Skywalker
My homie Sadteezy, he made a nice offer
Gave me LSDeezy at a laser light concert
I’m, Stefan Janoski you, Stevie Janowski
I need a priest to exorcise the demons from out me
I’m, poor like Kenny but blaze like Towelie
My grandma cook meth your grandma bake brownies, what up?