[Intro]

Um... 'Sup, cock fucking face niggas? Um

It's your boy Ace, man, um...

I'm in fucking Sacramento right now and shit, mom just moved

I've got nothing better to do out here, so I'm just gonna freestyle for you dick sucking motherfuckers, alright?

Ready? Who you with? Nah, I'm playing... um...

Alright, let's see...

This some exclusive shit, nigga, alright, check, um...

I'm really gonna freestyle, none of this shit written like these other motherfuckers do, alright?

[Verse 1]

Freestyling, and that nigga Wild N' Out, like Nick Cannon

Fuck on rock or bammin' Obama, I'ma fuckin' bomb ya

Have to be something with your mamma and Osama

Bin Laden, that nigga been hidin'

Probably been ridin' in the dirty

Eating on my dad's white stuff, like Mcflurry

Nigga's can't burn me, I am not a book, you can't learn me

But don't fuck me, you cannot yearn me

I am not a fucking check, you cannot earn me

What the fuck else rhymes with "earn"? Bernie

Bernie and irk, irk and Kirk

And Kirk is fucking Berk and Berk is fucking Bobby

Bobby's fucking auntie, Johnny

Johnny fucking nanny, auntie

Johnny's fucking Chuck, and Chuck is fucking Bobby

So, it's like a threesome, with eighteen more fucking people

I'm a fucking zero, your a fucking two plus eight, six

I can't count, that's why I won't amount to shit

But I got a big dick, and it's growing

And my fucking lyrics keep flowing

And my motherfucking spit keep getting on my fucking clothes

And the camera lens

I am in the motherfucking camera bends

I don't make sense, but I could give a damn if your bitch is a man

If your motherfucking head hurt from working all day

If your momma's dead, she be sucking dick

And fucking pussy blunt ashtrays with your uncle

Fuck 'em, fuck you, if you looking at this, fuck you

Here, you is a motherfucking queer

Shout out to Odd Future, Peas 'n Carrots

We gon' sit down and say cheers

I just though of that right now

Actually, I thought about that two minutes ago

We can go find a ho', or a slut, or a bitch

Open up her legs and probably bust a nut in her hair

Spit up on the lens, lens up on the spit, this camera's shit

Hopefully, some niggas will get me a Cannon

Back to my first line, bammin' Obama

Fuck you and your fucking momma

And your momma's cousin, they be buzzing, they be smoking

And then they coke, and then they drink

And then they motherfucking playin' Young Dro in a Lincoln

I'm winking, I'm lying, and your bitch is lying

'Cause the bitch got shot, and her fucking mom's dying

No, she's not dying, I'm lying

Her fucking uncle Bobby just got shot with a BB...

Gun, nigga's better run

My dick's a gun, and it's about to cum

Blow you in your mouth, yeah, I blow it in your mouth, get it?

No, you don't — yes, you will — no, I won't

Fuck, I'm running out of breath

Need a fucking inhaler before I fucking inhale ya

This shit is recording, now I gotta save you like I'm Jesus Christ, but I'm not

And hopefully the nigga behind me don't have a knife

I'm home alone, and I got my own bone, this is my own song

Actually, I'm going home tonight

Actually, I'm lying, I ain't, right? Yep, yeah, eah

No, I'm going theres, to the house

[Verse 2]

I'm from Hawthorne, the dirty dirty where niggas get stabbed up

Where niggas get rabbed up in rasbeads

And when I say rasbead, nigga's get raped

No homo, we're not fruity, we're not rasbead

We're the other B2K members

We're not fucking white winter, like December

We're low so, like fall in like September

Or October, or November, I thought I told you, fuck

I'm sick of fucking rapping, I'm sick of fucking clapping

For you motherfuckers that's rapping

Saying that I freestyle, bring the pain

Nigga, this is not a freestyle, I'm not stupid, you're not Lil Wayne

These nigga's say, fuck I'm not gonna get up into it

Because these wallet chain niggas gonna get me into it

And I'm a say screw it, but I'm not gonna chop

But I'm not Mike Jones, and I'm not Mike Jones

Mike Jones, who? Shut the fuck up

Here's a dick, dad, you can suck up

But actually, I don't give a fuck up

I'ma a be a man about it and hopefully, suck it up

I'm talking about your dick, fuck it

You love it, no, you fucking hate it

And you fucking rate it, and degrade it, and discard it

Fuck it, I'll catch you niggas tomorrow

Odd Future, Happy Days, Bicano, and Casey Veggies

My nigga K Mac, shout to Left Brain, and my nigga Jerry

And my ex-girlfriend, bitch buried

Shout out to Ology, teen blocks coming up

Cheers, busting in your ears

[Outro]

What else, did not fucking shout out?

That's probably the only nigga's on MySpace I like

Oh, fuck it, the beat's comin- Nah, I'm just playing, I'm so sick of this shit

I'll see ya'll nigga's later, peace