Artist: Ruthless Bastardz Album: Too Raw for Radio Song: Kayslay Freestyle Typed by: Cno Evil [Apocalipps] Aiyo, attention muthafuckas all eyes on me Apocalipps, you look close, the four-five's on me Whoever come up on the v, ya'll better have that stuff Come with loon, and not that cat that rap with Puff Pardon me, dred, many missiles spark up your dreads And if I miss shots'll make a uey and park in your head I bark on the feds, scream on the cops, shit on the judge Let him know right then and there that I ain't shit without drugs Ship me to jail, first chance, shit out my rug I press cats who warrant visits, make 'em give me my drugs Shit in my palms, sweat on my face, bone in my mouth Flipping pies in New York, I caught a zone in the south [Chorus: Iron Mic (Apocalipps)] Let's go, Apocalipps, niggas learn Megatron got it locked, when will they learn? We mixtape monsters, man, them slugs'll burn We got the streets on smash, that's what we earned Now Lipps tell 'em how we do, when he come through fronting Be in the hood with his ice out, them cats be stunting Yeah, yeah, right at the boy, he resist we dump him Let 'em down, be out the next day MG up, that's right What to do now? (Go get the tech) [Apocalipps] These fucking clowns wanna see me under, with your rated PG raps I'm a fuckin' mixtape monster I jet with your wife, homey, I can better her nights When she found out that I eat pussy better than dykes But I'm better with pipe, especially when my cheddar is right Cuz I can fuck her like Don King, then get her to fight But the pleasure is life, infered berettas is nice I want it all, and I'm willing to pay whatever the price Aqua blue leather with a pair of brand new Nike's With the aqua blue checks, and if you stare, you lights The mack is so trife, that's why I fall back and get right And if you rob me, my shine got a tracking device So I can snatch ya fucking neck off, still attached to my ice And maybe next time you're stupid ass'll practice a heist It be the shark in the rapper, that'll get him to bite The competitor's right, I bag your moms instead of your wife I got a mob in Staten Island, that'll hit 'em up right And double pump shotgun slugs'll shred 'em up twice Coroners'll dress 'em up nice, me, I'mma be stepping on bikes And ride on niggas for the rest of my life, you likes?