Fred The Godson March 9th Warning Freestyle Lyrics

(Intro x2)
Spit the worst rhymes I've heard in my life
And the greatest rapper of all time born on March 9th
Who the fuck is this? Biggie, it's Federico

(Verse)
You still a king, a (???) got collided with a bishop
It's still o.k., I got the juice now, new body
Tight hoe, the black swerves, since March 9th
I never did like them box suburbans
You're flowing wrong, I study right
It's hard to study when it's going on
I'm incredible. Eight Cuban length Jesus pieced
Hypnotized! 10th crack amendment, just imagine what a brick would buy.
Hey, yo, addicts! I'm Moses walking with two tablets
Still fat boy thrash, the Leviathans on me
Calculating for the hood, 'cause they counting on me
You ready to ride? You want beef or fries?
Guess you ready to die, like some Easter Egg
(Remember when it pay to be nice)
(And we payed to see, remember that?)
(At first, you and Tracy Lee, ...)
It's garbage out, now I'm furious what they make me
Gottta start stacking the bread back to the bakery
Got the aid in here, like James Harden
I wouldn't want to face you here
I'll get you shot in the face, you hear?
Then your dough I must stash like some facial hair
I'll catch a case in here
Twist your fucking whip, my gun's name lil' Ken,
Cause they fucking big!
You know what happens with a manics life
Slow songs, glad as night
In the mornin', but I'm glad it's nine
I'm focused on this bag of white
Fuck if I grab the mike, mah
My balls is too advanced and y'all is scared to dance
Even if we play Monopoly, you wouldn't stand a chance

(Outro 2x)
This in memory of Frank White
Spit the worst rhymes I've heard in my life
And the greatest rapper of all time born on March 9th