Gutta Freestyle versuri

Gutta Freestyle lyrics by Macka Morfiss

Ye, it’s Macka Morfiss
This rap shit got me looking real, disgruntled will
I ever touch a deal or make a hundred mill
But until that day comes I’ll keep skipping meals
To afford studio time so you know that hungers real
Can’t wait to cook and grill, eat lunch and chill
Cause I will eat a rapper like a bunch of pills
Got you still wondering will you steal my thunder
Wouldn’t have thought so you fumbled lyrics and mumbled spiel
Dribbling not spitting through you’re fucking grills
Like drooling over your BBQ with onions peeled
I got bars so sick my punch lines are ill
I’m gonna rap ‘til the wheels fall off and I’m tired out
Like a bust a wheel
I’m on that Gutta Freestyle showing my fucking skill
I erupt and kill soon as I touch my quill
I’m Rumpelstiltskin in a spin in your daughters mill
I wanna run rap stomping with my heels
Until my calves collapse like I’m hunting veal
Jack the lantern out of your pumpkin that’s up a hill
’Til I tripped and fell like I’m Jack and Jill
Sometimes I doubt myself do I give up and bill
A spliff to knock my head off like an upper cut from Sil-
-ver Anderson then I remember I’m Macka pucker up and feel
That Jack the Ripper vibe, that lyrical drill
And if you pick a fight then you’ll be dealt
A killer blow I’m on a murder spree just for the thrill