Freestyle #1 - Live From Tramps, New York / 1999

"Aight, look, look, look

I'ma-I'ma say something so y'all hear me, alright?

Yo" (sup, baby, what the dilly?

)

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled

And pop the same ** that got - killed

Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode

Then punch a ** in the nose 'til her whole face explodes

There's three things I hate, girls, women, and **es

I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets

They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward

Stick figure with a ** bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Coming through to y'all porch, sluggish, walking on crutches

And hit a ** pregnant ** in the stomach with luggage

It's like a dream I can't black out, or back out, I'm back out

Lookin for somebody ug' to beat the crap out

I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers

Flip you off in French, then translate it to English

Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back

Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

"Alright?

" (Damn)

"Yo"

"Aight"

"Yo" (what the dilly)

"So what you wanna do?

What you wanna do?

"

"Y'all wanna wild?

" (Look at the crazy **)

"I see some of y'all gettin' wild"