Go (K. Dot Freestyle)

I told 'em that the truth was comin' niggas Hey Punch, cover me I'm goin' in I used to be sceptical about this rap shit Now I'm a professional at this rap shit Cause one verse can make the paralysed backflip Don't compare guys to me, if Jesus could rap They'd compare God to me, I'm special like that I move like a freight train over these tracks Run through you like wet doodle, that's what I'm doin' Shittin' on niggas, perform bowel movements Who you, you ain't up to par keeler Nah keeler, you're word patterings is kinda off keeler You ain't sick enough, you just a cough keeler I bring pneumonia to California Say hello to Mr West now Who's the best on the west now KDot, Jay Rock hands down Anybody that feel different You die first class on a cemetery visit, keeler Keep it runnin' Punch I told niggas the truth is comin' man Hey Top put a couple houses on your boy man I got your shit right here I'm so far ahead of my time I'm 'bout to start my third life Shit I feel like I've died already twice Then reincarnated and become your unborn grandchild's favourite I got three brains to play with I'm so far ahead of my time I gotta say this shit again But this time I came back Double time, rebirth as a twin Feet first I'm a mother smooth Like deja vu, times two, now You could probably dodge a bullet But see we put your body parts in shopping carts Till them bums push it You on the edge nigga don't push it 'Fore the fifth turn you head crooked I sit your monkey ass down And best believe, it won't be on no damn cushion A casket full of thorn bushes Move the shit while the fiends look Call the cops, shush trying to cock me You fight the case better off the street Daddy glove boxin, left hook the judge Cap the jury up You walkin' out with a Jefferson strapped Like, if I come back, so what It's a fact I rap like every second I gotta throw up Ouch, spit shit like dookie mouth Pull out the drop, six whenever your bitch out We put her on the ave, like cabs and bus route We put you on the couch, ice cream with your face pout Watchin' Oprah, wonderin' if she ever come back over Nah homie she at the crib, makin' her feet touch her shoulders I'm in her ribs like, hey what's up She in my closet talkin' bout how much these cost Don't worry 'bout it, just make sure you tell your girls about it You know Kelly, Kim, Sherry and Shirley 'bout it Mama, you can see you fucking with a boss Look at my kicks, you could see how much these cost Look at my teeth, yeah ma, gold no floss, yeah We still doin' it baby Top Dawg we keep doin' it baby I'm a boss nigga This shit is fuckin' fond of me, Punch man I tell motherfuckers the truth is comin' man It's so fuckin' real man Oh man It's like a routine When I step on the scene Pack a full of lean