Lletres: Tha Joker. My Dougie Freestyle.

[Talking: Tha Joker]
[Talking: Young Star]

[Tha Joker:]
What I'm bout to do, I'm bout to do some sweet shit,
If Lil Will heard the rest he'd put me on the remix,
I'm taking over nigga, but gotta lotta plans,
Central heat and a/c, but still got a lot of fans.
You know I'm fresh, been feelin sick lately,
Red Monkey's on my ass, I might have rabies,
You know when I'm around, it's most likely game over,
If your a headache, I'm a damn hangover!
I'm way past cold, I'm bout to get my flu on,
My flows so hot, niggas want to keep their shoes on,
Can't sell albums if lies is whatcha tellin,
Ya best chance of being rich is getting Oprah pregnant.
American Pie, we quick to bust it,
These guns like beats nigga we got production.
At my shows the hoes get satisfaction,
But the hotel room is the real main attraction,
Front desk at the Hilton xxxxx didn't understand it,
"We don't want beds, head's better standing."
Watch these hoes hell they can wear a ski mask,
You checkin out her face, I'm checkin out here kneecaps,
30 dollar fakes, why was he scheming,
Those are not True Religions, your blasphemic,
My rhymes like crack, can you feel the numbness?
We eatin good nigga, scrump-deliumptious,
Couldn't get a job if I ever let the fame go,
Stereotyped by the way my pants hang low.
But I got money, they'll get you when I say so,
If colors get you killed, then I'm a motherfucking rainbow,
Headshots will have ya brain like where did all the pain go,
Say he don't dance, chopper bullets make him tango,
I'm dropping real soon, it's gonna be a hot summer,
And the streets bout to change, I'm raps Obama.
Play with me, ha, I think not,
Cause things will get ugly like Ne-Yo's mughsot,
And please send my condolences to Big E,
Now I have to skip town cause I just killed the beat!

[Talking: Tha Joker]
[Laughing: Young Star]