Hit-Boy - Fight Club Freestyle lyrics

[Produced by: Hit-Boy, Amadeus The Great] [Intro: Murder Z, EveryDay Rapper] Shout Out to Monty, Keyvon, Brennen, Ethan, A$AP, Zyeir, Adobee, the whole group Yo kick that sh** Sean! [Verse 1: Murder Z] I'll do a drive-by on a tricicle Got your girl on my nuts for 1 nickel k** a Communist with a hammer and a sickle Uh I'm crazy, a skitzo, a wack job Cut your head off with a hacksaw Body slam you on the asphalt Leave your ugly a** with a cracked jaw Yea i'm straight up penthouse livin Smacked 6 b**hes for trippin Too much East-coast dick-lickin But f** it, i am the sickest YAWK YAWK! k** that sh** E! [Verse 2: Everyday Rapper] When i'm on the stage, yeah i shine bright I be picking it up, like it's fight night Yo, you can see me on the stage I be crazy, like a road rage Nobody wants to save me Because i'm f**ing crazy I'll slap a b**h in a minute If you're in it to win it I have nothing to say Just remember this by the day My rapper name is EveryDay So just say your stage And just shine and fade away I'm bout to slay your legs away Then i'll cut your neck with a razor blade You ain't nothing to me So get your b**h a** and watch a movie [Verse 3: Amadeus The Great] I'll roll a doobie, i'll roll a blunt I blunt raps with these blunts I hit you front In the face, and just incase You don't remember Your chick said my dick was quite tender Like a tender steak All you n***as fake You sound like Drake I can take A whole minute To take this track and spin it In a web, Charlotte's Web What i said Can be written, i'm sh**tin, I'm spittin On your shoes, What can i do? I can do anything! what can i say? You're a f*ggot, it means you're f**ing gay! You're a dike, you ride a bycicle You're booty tickled, this f**in' sickle Can get sticked in your head Listen to what i said, listen to what i said! Yup, you're hella bent, when i represent Have you dent In the mouth, have you goin south Gonna s** a dick, on your knees saying please You can put it in your mouth and say cheese You b**h n***as, you witch n***as, you quick n***as You slow n***as, you don't make no dough n***a Now shout it all, you can s** on my balls we hella tall 6-foot, 7-foot, 8-foot 9 When i rhyme, i put a nine clip up to your head And then you be marking everything i f**ing said I be poppin lead Up into your house It's a drive-by, why would i lie? i'm a nice guy But i fight like, i'm in the fight club Rule number 1, don't talk about fight club, you f**-f**! You can s** nuts, or s** 2 Testes in your mouth like a test tube I won't test you I'll let you live if i get The life from you i take it i f**in say it I f**in spray it This is the best sh**, it's Amadeus