Sk**z - Fudge Pudge Freestyle lyrics

*Freestyle over 'Fudge Pudge' by Organized Konfusion [Verse One] [Sk**z]: Here we go again with a funky intro Design of a decade, get with the tempo Keepin' it simple And I don't need security, my whole band look like Kimbo The Million Dollar Backpack kid is back And I still embarra** ya a** on ya own track Get stacks In other words dummy get money I take ya hands if ya take somethin' from me Get scared I'm gonna charge and go get it And I got bars for whoever wanna spit it The S.K.I. the double L. Z Peace out to Po, Monch and O.C I know God damn I'm co*ky I hear y'all flow, god damn y'all sloppy You wouldn't pa** this quiz You sub par jack, I guess it is what it is Far from a star, I'm a lyrical wiz A master like a pastor with the spiritual biz You can't feel that? You can't feel sh** And I don't spit, I send words on field trips Compare it, bare it, shootin' these lyrics Take it to the spot, too hot for you to get near it When the crew dropped, honey start movin' the rear Little hoops in the ear now they doin' Shakira Talk new Snoop? I got the crew up in here The Gucci boot sick, so what I'm doin' ain't fair Y'all sick of doin' it? Y'all doin' it where? Y'all dudes fruit loops, we'll ruin your year If you wanna root for somethin', root for this Throw a hoodie on and some Tim boots with this We put the haters on mute with this And put 'em all in a ? like Snoop and Chris C'mon [Verse Two] [Phonte]: They sayin' "All hail the honorable Phonte." The n***a that's standin' in front of you So skip the small talk You rap n***as is all talk, just like Donahue maine I'm sure your boy's real proud of you maine When the fists start flyin', you the one that bruise Take one to the face, you're the one that ooze You the one that choose to front hard when you know that you ain't And now your team lookin' unenthused While I'm doin' my thang with DJ Flash on the one and twos In the club that n***as took they gun into You walkin' out, they like, "Yeah n***a, run that too." This is all real live, no special effects Phonte, old school like Wrecks-N-Effects Like Gang Starr Ex To The Next Fudge Pudge, {censored} and me and Sk**z we the best of the best [Sk**z]: You dealin' with the pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure playa I'll leave the party with a ma**ive amount of haters Watchin', lurkin', lookin' all flat Steady frontin' like they ain't stuck in the back ? peelin' off the stacks And I ain't like you so I don't know what it's like to be wack Keep losin' with the losers, I'mma get a winner 40 on 5, fill up and then spin off Switch up the kicks, start another trend off Exit the show, they say your boy went off Oooooh and I like it See, you don't gotta be a psychic To see that I'mma give ya some more Plus it sounds so crispy my arc on the boards I'll tell ya now you'll never hate it And I ain't gotta speak on all the models I dated A lot of rappers, a lot of loose lips Talkin' 'bout what you gon' do, you ain't gonna do sh**