[Intro]

So it's come to my attention that some people think

I'm not truly freestyling

When I say I'm freestyling

So how bout we freestyle on a track with video

And then you can see what I'm talking about

[Verse 1]

This one goes out to all the mutha fuckin hatas

Who think I'm writing my thoughts down on pen and paper

I would tell you ahead of time

I wouldn't play you kid

How bout you peep this rhyme

[Verse 2]

I was walking down the street and I saw your mother Patrice

She was wearing a green dress

She had crooked teeth

I walked into the house

I walked into the house

I saw you on the couch

I waved you goodbye

As me and your mother walked up inside

Of her bedroom

She had the laced curtains

I love the laced curtains

I love the laced curtains

That she had on her bed

[Verse 3]

We started doing the, friggidy diggidy

You heard the noise from downstairs in your basery

You heard the bams, and the slaps, and the little "ohh-ahh"

That I did to your mom that day

That you saw the fuckin crime that I commited on your mother

It was mutual

You can agree

That your mother is now my bitch

So that makes me your daddy

Scratch that itch

Scratch that itch, son

That itch in the back of your head

That's the itch that said "I just fucking rocked you dead."

I fucking owned your soul

I fucking owned you dead

You best move out

Boarding school for you, Chet

Yeah, your name is Chet

I don't even understand, how could your name be Chet?

That's like from the Hardy Boys or something

The Hardly Boys, remember those books?

There was a character named Chet, who was kinda fat, ate all the time

You remind me of Chet

[Outro]

So I hope that clears up any of this

This is freestyle, top of ya head

I'm not, cuz I ain't ever done (incoherent)

It's just off top of my head, you can't tell

I mean, God, wasn't even that good of a freestyle, at all

But I just owned your mom, and I'm your daddy

So I'm gonna go

But I like this beat a lot so I just wanna listen to it for a second more