Freestylin' over icq

by paulo and namgorf

(first paragraph - namgorf, second - paulo, third - namgorf, ....etc)

i'm kickin it on the street

dats cause i'm so k-leet

but i aint got no spares

or funky rhymes

but i got some warez

and a couple of dimes

for a long distance call

to all ya'll

and lookout 'cause here's paul-o

cult leader kids fol-low

should be doing his homework but it's too hard to swallow

can't freestyle

throwing rhymes in a pile

thinking it out takes a damn long while

you checked paulo

now check dis shit

just so y' all know

ya betta get wid it

or find y0-self left out

in a spot you'll hafta break out

feeling like you gotta shout

but this is jus' too stout

so step back and react

so dig fact or retract

all this , cause we don't care

leave you with a big ol' scare

but sedition takes the dare and grabs you by your fuckin hair

come over here, lemme tell ya a tale

it's about putting fear into a scammer of mail

this fuck-head named dambek

almost got his shit wrecked

his wife got scared and they pretended they left

me and my friends terrorized his home

motherfucker wished that i had left him alone

but it was his fault, he tried to scam me

i shoulda killed his ass and turned him into a zom-bie

when you fucked wit paul-o,

you were fucking wit more than you knew

sit choo down in a chair

look ya straight in the eye

smack ya up real fair

watch you start ta cry

but it's alright, we're not wack

lookin' for a fight, get cha back on track

i had this dream, fucked-up it seemed

i had a ninja sword to get my drum machine

i terrorized that hillbilly's family

and i was worried that the cops would be after me

but choo know dem pigs aint nothin

and if dey fuck wit dis we'll snuff em

rough em up and puff em up

they wont ever toughen up

that punk bitch greg

gets beat like an egg

kick him in the knees

trying to fuck wid deeez

damn that fucker's got nerve

like some pedophile perve

if i saw him on the curve

i'd make sure ta swerve

run that fool over in my ride

and put that shit in reverse

go back and let it slide

now what would be damn funny

more than if his nose was mad runny

is if he's walkin

a clown car's not stoppin

runs his ass over makin all their heads be bobbin

like bump pow!

screech to a halt

look at his wounds and fill em up with salt

and just sit back

and start to laugh

so damn funny all the clowns would pass gas

then run round the block and take another pass

freakin out to some funky beats

watching his blood fill the streets

don't give that punk the time to speak

cause if i get my say he'll be too weak

to freak, with this shit

now what would you do if you saw this man walking down the street?

looking all smug and talking to his feat

i'd ask him, "hey greg?

are you a homosexual?"

he's say "hell no,

you dumb extraterrestrial!"

but then i'd wanna know

"why are you trying to fuck me?"

"i didn't!!!"

"yes you did!"

"no, i didn't, believe me!"

fuck you, greg, and prepare for some terror (tear-uh)

'cause i don't like to be fucked by those not named sara

"so greg, you think you know paul-o?"

he'd be all "yeah, so?"

"why you fuck him like a ho?"

c'mon bitch on your knees

i mean no you can't fuck deez

you trying to take mine

but you'll be dying

beat you down, fuck you up

ya god damn chump

you'll be praying to god to save your head

but god don't like you, he says "fuck dat bitch"

so now you're in a stitch, i mean you're dead

you aint survivin', this aint a joke

you shoulda thought what you did before ya spoke

now we spittin rhymes that'll make ya choke

so cut this nigga down, loc

greg dambek tried to steal my cash flow

but y0, don't fuck with paulo

i'll arrive at your house

constant-a-lee

banging on your door screaming

profan-a-tee

i'll spit on your door and i'll steal your mail

kidnap your kids, smoke their bones and inhale

hell yeah i'll get wacky

like wesley willis

and my friends are smacky

you're gonna feel dis

like my name was g.g.

i'll make you drink piss

you're gonna be scared completely shitless

paulo's a motherfucker with mad

street wisdom and like a fad

people dig without a thought

disregarding that they've been taught

to be nice and god fearing

good little christian children

but we fuck em up, and light em up, and puff em up and BLAST em

so paulo, rock on past em!

like namgorf said

we're gonna get fruity

rappin on your heads

making you get goofy

and like my name was huey, my fist's raised up

gonna smash the system, yeah, it's gonna get fucked

and with any luck we'll gain support

a coat hanger to make the pentagon abort

throwing out ludicrous references like jello biafra

i'll mention him 'cause he's cooler than jimmy hoffa

and i'm talking to lewis and it's taking up time

slowin me down while i try ta rhyme

like ted bundy i try and kill

like charlie manson i'm crazy ill

step to this and i'll make ya spill

ya lunch on the floor like some sick ol' whore

but come catch me later

i'll rock it like slayer

callin' me tha player

cause i got a true prayer

it's called reality, it's for me

not for you, you're wack like a sack

of skulls, on the track of bulls

i spit out words like trials

aint a damn thing funny

i use money in piles

i'm keeping all foul deeds archived in my files

and i'm not a crazy drunkard like julia child

and i'll put you on my shitlist

you're gonna get hit while i listen to the misfits

'cause with just a touch of my burnin hand

i'm gonna terrorize fuckers all across the land

i don't even have a plan

i'm just flowin

don't wanna be a man

just a kid always knowin

what's up and thinking for myself

nobody else

severe uncle sam's head and put it on a shelf

trudat, funk dat, love dat we do

truth and realization for all o' you

open your eyes, see it clear

hear their cries and feel their fear

when we're flowin' like we flow

and we're knowin' like we know

there aint nothing gonna stop

this crazy ass show

so listen up and hear me

ya gotta care to free

and i aint talkin bout huggin no tree

i'm talking bout we and thee

free as can be

with me and the world

and all the girls

and all the whiles

and all the styles

namgorf gettin wacky lovin all the girls

i love mine so much i think i'm gonna hurl

but if it doesn't work out, i got a back up scheme

it's all about drew barrymore, the girl on Scream

i'm a drew fiend

and i do get mean

if you diss my girl i'll fuck you up like the A-Team

like mr. t, yeah, i pity the fool

going to school, bored to the point where i drool

cause

i'm

just

so

un

cool

that's right damn straight

i'll serve ya on a plate

risin' up out of my seat

givin' all ya'all a lil' treat

so sit

roll ovah

lay down and beg

the party's here so crack the keg

you think it's near but i aint no dreg

so step back man

i'll rock a phat jam

then i'll beat cha like ya know that only i can

just dig that beat

i'm sayin'

boom, bada-bada-bada boom it's your doom

like laying flowers on ya tomb-----stone

it's only like ya shoulda known

well goddamn

paulo needs a goddamn plan

he has a package for namgorf sitting in limbo land

and he needs to burn cds for hella people

i'm just so evil

i'm like the sequel

to astro-zombies or else my last name's kneival

what the hell i'm just ranting

incoherrently

fascists at north newton

best all be scared of me

i'm all about the art of terrorism

i'll make a motherfucker suck down all my jizm

and when they get a taste o' this

they wont like it, tryin' to dis'

and we'll spike it

so listen up punk cause i'm talkin

move out the way punk when i'm walkin

watch your girl punk if i'm stalkin

cause these are the themes of dreams

the schemes of teams, streams of beams

and greens, yeah we get the dough like gates

but unlike bill dere aint nobody hates....

us, as we're freakin, i freak it every evenin'

and you'll be fealin' somethin, and it wont nothin'

so you best pay us

cause it's a true must

you'll come to trust

and then we'll bust

ya, like a glass jar

i'll smack you in your house

and shoot you in your car

i'll shove a glass bottle straight up your ass

kick it till it breaks and then douse you with gas

set you on fire

you stupid little liar

go to work on the holmes with a blow torch and some pliers

just a few lines for my buddy named scott sharp

stupid re-tard

needs to get hit real hard

he get's fucked hard, up the ass

screamin' with pleasure, take another pass

damn that bitch is fucked up mass

well as the clock keeps tickin'

and i'm all clickin'

i see through the lies

and realize

that i gotta flow

i gotta go

back to work

so peace out my brotha

love to ya motha

downed for now

so just say POW

POWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and gorf's out

peace and wishes of dreams of humping some trout