Free Studio

You guys ready?

Alright, I’m first with the freestyle up in the free studio

Lotus Pod, Uhh

I split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy style

I keep it raunchy and funky

Like a dirty laundry pile

I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap

I can dance, you should see me right now, but you can’t

I turn heads like an explosion when I hit the door.

I put Zach Gowen in a figure four in front of the liquor store

I can get pimply like pillow talk with love songs

Anyway that I can get up in that ass like a thong

I brings it on

Bitch, I'm back when you thought I was gone

I’m sipping shots of syrup straight to the dome

I’m all up in your home, you all alone

Twilight zone, ET phone home

Don’t pick up the chrome, no don’t pick up the chrome

When she picked up the phone the back of her brains blown

No screams, no moans

Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on

Now that you’re dead on gone

Listen up, pay attention while this shits still in my head

Psychopathic mothafucker

Representing black and red

Pointing fingers at my enemies

Native nuts get these

Mark ass bustas acting hard, bitch please

Have you ever heard the sound

Of a meat cleaver swinging?

Head in a handbag, hoe church singing

Stare up at the moon hoe

Look at all the light

That’s where you run

When you see some killers in sight

They call me M-O-N-O-X-I-D to the E

And it really don’t matter what you think of me

I’m up in this bitch for free

Hanging with family

And all I keep thinking is

I hope somebody brought a bag of weed

I like them flavored blunt wraps

Or a peach white out

But here, I’m in a hurry

So just pack a bowl for now

It’s still a hatchet bitch

Ain't nothing change

But my bracket bitch n

If you just can’t deal with that

(Come and see the red and black)

As the drown

We be creeping without a sound

With rydas who are bound

As the steering wheel turns around

Our ghost car drifting in and out the street lights

Wizards in the back who know the craft of street fights

Heads be bobbing

As smoke is floating from window cracks

A nightmare Cadillac with light reflected off our gats

Demons without reason

Or the mercy we once knew

Revenge is like the sweetest joy

Bringing visions of de ja vu

I ain't no joke and no this ain't Rakim or Eric B

It’s the B-L-A-Z-E

Microphone and weed fiend

Down with Nicotine

And my homie M-O-N-O

Rapping with Cellophane

And I cut the head off the Devil

Unstoppable, got shine like Violent J

Nobody standing in the way

You better watch what you say

Keep it fat and hard to kidnap like Madrox

And strangle bitches quick as Shaggy 2 Dope

Up on the block

My name is Joey Utsler

It ain’t no Joseph fucking Utsler

Fuck off

Before they find your head in a dumpster

I'm cruising down 7 Mile dirty as fuck

I got some fucking explosives

And pipe bombs in the truck

I shot the senator

And I don’t even know who that is

I'm tighter then a 2 door Escort

Packed with 7 fat kids

So tell your momma to fuck off

And I’m coming to dinner

You’ve got a hot bitch in the D

I probably had my dick up in her

Wooo, free is like my favorite word

Right next to food

Freaks and flowing on the microphone

Bitch, I bring the absurd

Corrupt and cryptic, linguistics of Twiztid

2 to the double O 4

And I’m still rapping with for the hatchet

In the free studio

With panty hose on the mic screen

40 bottles e’rywhere

Killer rolling the light green

Light the blunt up

So we can lace the cut up

And dub my shit to cassette

Even if I fuck up

It’s just the free studio

(You’ve got some pussy)

I got some dick for that

(Ride with us bitch)

And you ain’t coming back

Why don’t you just take a look at my hatchet

(Here come the train, try and catch it)

What, I know this planet can’t match it

(I take your booty and I smack it)

(Because my name is Syn)

And that’s all I do

So fuck you

That’s right it’s a fucking free studio

It’s the Lotus Pod

The motherfucking studio we own

Psychopathic, yeah

That’s right, this the Rude Boy right here

Coming to you from Southwest

All the way to the East side

This city is ours

Boss up!