Shia LaBeouf - Five Fingers of d**h (Freestyle) lyrics

Get ready, get set, this a meme This is wild, this a childhood dream I'm that guy, though, all pride, yo Do my thing and stack rye dough, I'm at Whiteoak The gun club, I mean 1-Oak That's a dumb club I don't go there, but I get dumb love Legend, b**h Trash you heard, that's all alleged, b**h Plagiarists stay makin' sh** Greatest gifts come from painful sh** Truth is, I'm a true G Only white kid with Big in a Coogi tatted to me And 2Pac, too, and Missy on my two knees Dude, please stop askin' 'bout my tats like some groupies Whenever the truth's required, I'm hired I'm the go-to guy for fire When the truth's not needed, I beat it I come from la migra, streets kid, I'm gyro Why's he actin' up? Backin' up when the trash is up If it's trash, I'mma pa** the buck, tell me why, though 'Cause I'm testin' me for the best in me Tryna ensure this legacy, Geico Talk sh**, I pop up, I'm poppin Es Poppin', G, Poppa C, I get you high as poppy seeds Copy me? You ain't Heather Knox and me, roger me? Check me, check me, evidently kid is transcending Goddamn, it's a hell of a day Sat here jammed between Heather and Sway It's a dream, yessir, I'm the belle of the ball Never thought my rhyme style was eligible Rhymes are negligible, unintelligible Now I'm exceptional, unquestionable No question I'm full, my cup, it runneth over This sh**'s goin' viral, yup, I'm takin' over Better than I've been, alert, alert, sober Me, I've been a G since he knew Kurt Loder Eat right, stay kosher, shirt folder Good kid, slow roll like a hurt bowler Goddamn I'm here, you're nowhere You're poser, I'm poster You're no, sir, I'm closer Too toaster, I'm solar You're nervous, I'm not, sir, I'm rockster You're novice, I'm on this I'm Costner, I'm Kevin You're second to a monster Roger, I'mma prosper, you are not, sir You're a tosser, a toddler, Luke, I'm your father But I ain't in that, though What I am is I'm criminal with syllables and pronouns Watch how it goes down Yeah, my whole sound's profound Freestyle with Sway, you would think I was a pro now And it's pronounced Shia LaBeouf I'm flyin' high and high ain't enough, I am above Cut from steel, boy's real, iron is tough I k**ed the Five Fingers, Sway, five ain't enough Nah, but ten might do Hip hop used to be fertile, now it's Timbuktu Where'd the spitters go? Garbage litter sh** they wrote Miss me with that Lil Boat, 'cause bigger individuals Committed to these principles is livin' on they tippy toes Sinkin' with the hippies' hope Consider them the misanthropes Talkin', those who gave it all got pa**ed over Rap's over when you gas up the fast forward It's dumb now, it's trash rappin' in October Who wrote what for who? It's all so below par Sub-standard, used to be a litmus If you didn't write your own sh**, you got dismissed Been through that Now it's kiss kiss, well bang bang I came to do my thang, mang It was written Get coke, this the shipment Jewish Pac to this music with a twist of Whitman Women, I'm the sh**, man Get the business, mint condition But I'm married, keep your distance Treat these ladies fair like I'm Henry Higgins This the shipment, this a stitch in time I got fire, I could realign your spine, man I am real, I could redesign your rhymes, man I'm the Einstein of rhymin' I'm your bloodlined a**ignment This is what you call refinement I thank God almighty that I'm ballin' slightly I say amen, I'm just a man who's chasin' elation In my occupation, who's patient Who comes from below the basement, from the pavement Then I got an agent, then I done made it Past Tom Hanks replacement Goddamn, my life's amazin' And you like it 'cause my life is real My life is like a highlight reel Don't like me? Check Twitter, how the zeitgeist feel? Sway and Shade45 is what I just k**ed