Freestyle 2 Live From Tramps New York 1999 Letras

I'm wichu, I'm wichu
A'ight, yo-yo
Beat 'em in the head
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'ma sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Ma$e

I'm more than ill

Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill

Human horror film

But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me

'Cause I'ma still be the Madd Rapper

Whether I got money or not

As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot

I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht

But I would like an award

For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source

And a wardrobe I can afford

Otherwise I might just еnd up back striking at Ford

And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for?

Evеrybody's pissin' me off; even the No Limit Tank

Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off

No shit I'm a great danger to my health

Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?