Brett Michael - Matt and Kim Freestyle lyrics

Let the beat rock Spitting like a packed lip, this good for your ears like a q-tip Yeah, and if we all f**ed up and the cops show up why the f** wouldn't you dip Man, I be jumping out the window, sicker than A.I.D.S. Nintendo, yeah, and I do a little drinking and I smoke a little of weed but I don't got the people's elbow, murdering the game of six cup like I'm k**ing it, another in my hand, about to be refilling it, it's your boy Brett like you know who we chilling with, sipping 'til I'm spilling it, drink 'til I forget everything that's happening around me, I'm sorry that you lost but my pong shot found me, gave your girl a high five then she said to pound me, beer on tap, so much I'm drowning. Now let me set the scene like Sarah, if the cops come then I run, mascara, right out the back screen door and off the porch, k**ing all these tables like I got a torch. Hand's on fire, call it heating up, seeing shawtay later you can call it meeting up, yeah, I'm going in like the heat to the holster, got a flow so heavy need a Tampax ultra, so my shot's looking better than it do on the courts bra, guzzle down a few, hold them back like a sports bra, yeah I really just said that, better grab your thing before I dead that, spitting lyrical Armageddon like watch me Bruce will this, the same rules apply from then on 'til this, since when has it not been a party foul to walk through me and f**ing spill this, I'll princess lay your girl down, we can get it chewy, watch me Darth invade her zim until it "grrs," I see the clips in the streets then we see a movie, yeah, I pet her kitty til it purrs, smoking trees by the burrs, smoking heavy in the hood like an old car when no one cares, this the first time, not the sequel, see you on the other side, Evel Knievel, yeah, spitting straight out of my mandible, my flow ate yours up, flow cannibal, me and her did it like we scored, now I need some space, talking 'bout the biggest bu*ton on your keyboard