Lyrics:

B Hopt motha fucka yeah I'm back in the booth 
Gonna murder this shit Mr Hanky in a noose
So many girls in my room were playing duck duck goose 
Squeezing on my dick like we're making O juice 
I'm a dirty Motha fucka my minds always in the gutter 
Doing karate in the garage with jackie chan and Chris tucker
Did we just become best friends? Hell yes we did 
Now my crew rolls deep call us Bebes kids 
That movie was a classic yo straight from the nineties
Know a couple people fuck with needles like pine trees
That shit aint for me though cause I don't do drugs 
I'm a lover not a fighter so you'll probably get a hug 
Like I said before though I just murdered Mr hanky 
Feeling like a rascal alfalpha and spanky 
You can thank the king now I just made this track better
I got a crown with more diamonds then your argyle sweater 

Freestyle Fridays

I was inspired by the Blackhawks recent victory to record some rhymes, it's not really about hockey but give it a listen.  

Lyrics...

Two words 
Red Wings 
Suck nuts 
Chi town 
Runs pucks 
On you 
Slow fucks 

I'm getting bigger now so I'll spit the fuckin spinach flow 
And the time is running out looking like my minutes low
And we smoke that fat purp pass around the grimace dro
Got myself a thick dark call that bitch my Guinness hoe
You call that bitch you're Guinness hoe?
Yeah that bitch my Guinness hoe
Passing on a fat booty bitch would be a miracle
I said you the shit but I'm looking in the mirror though
Hawks just beat Detroit made em look like fuckin bitches yo
Here we go here we go eenie meanie miney mo
Catch a tiger by the toe if he hollars let him go 
Aw shit just tune me out dont listen to me no more
Giving you the school yard shit like i'm a fuckin principal
Its most anticipated but aint never been played with
All by my self just free styling in my basement
I'm out of this world dude I need a fuckin spaceship
I go A capella so who cares where the bass went
Running this shit Mr Hanky on hamster wheel  
Tall white and handsome yeah you know i got the mass appeal
I'm tight as fuck dude you think I cant make a ratchet squeal
This beat's dope as hell so I'm giving it that classic feel
B Hopt motha fucker ya you know that I'm the realist 
I making shit bump like braille so feel this
Like I said before man all I do is kill this 
And I'm the fuckin boss all you bitches just Phyllis 

Two words 
Red Wings 
Suck nuts 
Chi town 
Runs pucks 
On you 
Slow fucks

Bhopt