Freestyle #1 (Live From Tramps, New York / 1999) Lyrics

'Aight, look, look, look, look
I'ma, I'ma say somethin' so y'all hear me, alright?
Yo

Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
I pop the same shit that got ----- killed
Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode
Then punch a bitch in the nose 'til her whole face explodes
There's things I hate: Girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up and dropkick midgets
They call me "Boogy Night," the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin' through the airport sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Then hit a fuckin' pregnant bitch in the stomach with luggage
It's like a dream, I can't black out or back out, I'm back out
Lookin' for somebody aug' to beat the crap out
I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
Flip you off in French then translate it to English
Then I'ma vanish from the face of this planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

Alright?
Yo
What y'all wanna do? What y'all wanna do?
Y'all wanna get wild?
Look at this crazy motherfucker
I see some of y'all gettin' wild