i don't give a fuck freestyle.

[Mr. O]

The tazor eyes that giving ya the shock,
my block, selling bustas out like common rock.
The hip-hop came down to situation of grid-lock,
where many rappers became flip-flop that I ain't to flip.
Fire duration of my lyric lasted in days, feeling the impact of blasted,
Haven't eating punk bustas like fasted in 30 days,
in ways, bitches get played, niggaz get raid,
high weed and yet never fade.
Police not loving my hood, choppin my hood like pieces of wood.
It ain't all to the good.
Car-jackin' became trited, the victims fight it,
like listerine fightin' gingervitis, niggaz ain't liking this.
The world is losing sanity, humanity..please expand me.
It seems hopeless like the way we losing focus.
My time rotating like wheels without handle,
dealing bustas the way like enron scandle.
Let them wear off like my broken pair of sandle.
I ain't giving a fuck, not even the star bangle.
I spit some terror shit, reflecting bustas like mirror shit
to hear their fear and rip their hand off my grip.
I don't need bustas breaking in crust,
while they screaming, what's all the fuss.
Me beating face down till red like they blush.
It's better than coke that gives me the rush
and tackle their family down till I make the goal.
It's funny when they worth a dime or nickel,
tossing them out like playing pickle...
sharp language plunging in their eyes like Ice cicle