Brett Michael - Still Tippin' Freestyle lyrics

You know, seeing as how this is the Houtston tape you know I had to hit them with this one Mom, where we living? 46, cross you up with a pa**ion, Jim Caviezel on a crucifix, yeah, and I call my girl bunny cause I eat her out for breakfast and seh got a whole bag of tricks. Grew up in the hood, y'all can try to hate, always on my grind like I got to skate, oh yuo board? We can get into some trouble, pong shot O.D., no rebutal, no huttle. I just go, flow grease lightning. Used to get a**trodome like the titans, artistic with the text if you wanna see, all about the green when I roll, Johnny Dep, but when I'm rolling, triple stacks, condos, sipping on some OJ, call it white bronco, and the flows on point like Rondo, pushed alot of kinds of d**, won't push mongo, yeah, I get head like a conrer kick, put a couple quarters in her slot she on my magic stick, real quick, be easy, nothing's ever planned, I want the game around my wrist like a silly band, never rocked the vans, but I'm off the wall, Linkin' Park a ho, yeah, got to make them crawl, Drake'n on these b**hes, who the f** are all of y'all? Got a ghostbuster dick, who you think she gonna call?