Freestyle Skit Lyrics

Ahh Slippy lad

Who?

Sappenin bro?

Yes Slippy

That's not Slip

MC Slippy init

Yeah

Is that Slippy?

Haha

Fuckin spit us some bars then init bruv

Naa

Is that Slippy?

Ari's Live n' that, MC Slippy

All right chill

huhuhu

All right listen

Yeah

Man, I got a really sick style

Been around for a while now, Danny boy don't smile pal

How about I go pow pow

Ever since I was a little kid I've been a wild child

Bouncy house I jumped on it, donk on it

Sluts on mi bonnet, deep throat till she vomits

Gin with the tonic mixed with the chronic

Quick like sonic, lyrical comet

You want it, come get, tongue like machete

Turn your rhyme book to confetti

John Getty not ready for my one bevy to make me rock steady

Not any single one of you can compete coz my freestyle's

Better than you written, triple nine on the redial

All through Britain I'm a fuckin beast, I'll

Do it all solo separate the head from the torso

Step into my dojo and it's beddy bo bo's

Go pro on my head fuckin in slow mo, yolo

Fuck the po po and the courts and they know so

Fully doubt

MC's can't listen to this without spitting their dummy out

Pull it out before I finish, I'm wicked

Talking 'bout my CD, dick head

Oh oh

Sick bro, I've got bars bro, check it out

Do the bars bro, do the bars

One and I'm coming on strong

Two and the bad boy crew

Fire, fire

Get down get down get down on the mica

How you feeling out there, yeah

Feeling, yeah

Yeah that were sick bro fuckin shown Slippy up bro haha