Artist: Gym Class Heroes Album: For the Kids Song: Wejusfreestylin' Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*someone laughs*} {*band member beatboxes in background*} YEAHHH I flow nicely, you know who I be Last name Patchouli, a/k/a Jimmy G Be a rotten Crab Apple underground emcee And I do this all for love so I rhyme for free And that's, just fine with me So let me tell you lil' somethin 'bout my family tree I got roots from Italy, not Germany or Ireland Fuck guns, it's all deadly lyrics that I'm firin My kids don't listen, to what the Don say They rattle the whole arm plate like Dante from +The Last Don+ did, grab a L, then I'm rollin chron' and gotta get the bomb lit son I smoke so much I got a call just to get off At the hospital they scrape my lunhs to get shit off Model number {*reversed*} six inch four seven nine five Unidentified fly jabs about to bail in sweat and paranoia fluids and juices produces a liquid army of Battlecats, with pins in they hand This world's a notebook, I left my last thoughts in South America Visualizin galaxies and starin at stars And thinkin how my next verse might be, written on Mars or Jupiter, most cats got cataracts in they third eye That's why I, try to focus mine with the bird's eye perspective Act like a ghetto child and get neglected or like my fifth grade teacher disrespected Now I'm on point, and Ritalin gets all the credit Computer chips, underneath my skin so I'ma shed it That's why I, stay focused my word is birth cause I deliver it Lyrical M-I-C-sections induced by injections of Ritalin {*everybody applauds*}