The words from the almighty
 

The golden child is phiveyou will not defeat him I know im the best :nono: :spit: :hump: :evilgrin: :thumbup:


when the clock hits twelve i start tha party hardy givin fags smarties i flip tha script on unsuspectin niggas fuck it i squeez the trigga so hard im gettin chrome slivers i ask god why i have these hard times hey just gave me a hand and said sting all those niggas like a whole bee hive i said alright and he gave me phive.
im drunk in love wit rap you give me crap ill hit you so hard youll take a nap my lyrics stick like tree sap tell your bitch to give my nob a tap so heres what i say so fuck wit me ya betta get away.

i hope thatwas a freestyle