Butta Verses - Slow Down (Ha Ha) Freestyle lyrics

Strike BV, got 'em all listenin' Got 'em sayin' the kid is magnificent You know I say on that different sh** Give the haters a b**h certificate Certified live from Miami to Michigan Heard of my family, it's the GC division in Third eye shine, the words led to vision in Strike like birds to fish, that's precision man They say they nice, they wish, I disagree with them Rappers start to act like b**hes cause I don't be with them Only a few can really call me a friend I be at home studying stories of Shep and Abraham I just made a fan, that's the best feeling ain't it fam? I get paid again, I'm the realest and there ain't a damn Thing you can do to really stop my common wealth Make a motherf**er pay ME, Obama Health Yeah, you know I fathered you wannabees, your momma helped Publicly, publish you b**h n***as, you on the shelf My daughter understand how her daddy felt Beefing with all that cheesy sh**, patty melt I rock like an asteroid belt Make kids like Asher Roth ask for help And I can say yours but you can not say mine Mention bu*ta Verses I break your snake spine Like Bane Broke Batman's back in his prime Do the same to yo' a**, asap, anytime I got 'em thinkin' that I don't commit any crime Used to tell the truth, but in that case, I'm good at lyin' Only did a month I should've done a dime And that's the only thing I'm gonna say about time But I didn't give them info, I am not bluffin' 30 days later and they couldn't prove nothin' My dad is police, so I'm a gonna shut the f** up You comin' up to me like, "Would you please shut the f** up? Don't embarra** me and tell your boys don't hara** me." IMAKEMADBEATS, data CDs Ask Dee Schwartz, you gotta see deez Kick fake n***as right in they face, we had to release Crush, k**, destroy stress Listen to our sh**, you're like, "Yo, it's even less." My own team thorough, put my boys to the test We ex-military, extra militant vets Bomb threats, charm wearer, suicide vests Get you and the b**h a** crew you hide next to Uh huh, get your f**in' weight up The feelin' is so mutual, I hate y'all haters Blockbuster deals, sales is degradin' Sport Boba Fett bobbleheads and Darth Vaders And X-Box games, I only knock lames And the selfish motherf**ers who be blockin' my lane Hostile, hi-jack, this is my plane Ask bu*ta V, b**h follow that name! Yeah, we on that Ladies love me, you can call it a come back They hit me on the house phone and call me to come back I use her shirt to wipe the cum off her back Splllat She just got Monica'ed Patriot Act stats, I just got monitored Sayin' what up to all the rappers in Florida I know I've been out of touch, I'll call you tomorrow though Shoots to Wizard's Sleeve, shoots to the Llama's too Them revolutionaries who sent shots at Obama's crew Yeah man, fu*k HIM, f** the government Man tan, black face, hidin' the some other sh** HAARP and Blue Beam, they ridin' in the mothership Lt. Dan with some big f**in' Bubba lips The Fed Reserve double dips He's just a puppet, he's not the one runnin' sh**