[Lyric] Paid In Full Freestyle Remix (Purverse)

Home of the hip hop, culture vultures get lost
You aiming at the top, I'm coming for the sixth spot
Psycho on the mic, call me Alfred Hitchcock
Dont like what I'm saying go suck on a big cocktail
Your girlfriends a hoe, I call that a bitch thot
I can't take you serious, you're a joke, Chris Rock
Got the heavy metal, call it SlipKnot
I gotta thing for your mom before I get off
Pissed off, dicks soft, I think I struck a nerve
You niggas like Rick Ross, you just a fucking nerd
You say you love the beat, but fuck the words
You say into shit but I don't think you bustas heard
I ain't playing no more, I take it back to the old school
I write rhymes and lay tracks on Pro tools
I'm so smooth, criminal like Mike Jack
And when I'm done rapping, you ain't gon want the mic back
Psycho on the flow just like a white cat
Lyrics so cold, give you chills like an ice pack
Its like that, no fucks given
I'm killing these rappers, you can see the blood drippin
Ain't got no time to be butt kissing
You say the wrong shit about my fam, you gon end up missing
Its hell and its getting hot up in the kitchen
Freestyle off the dome, you can tell its not a written
Wack emcees, niggas ain't no competition
Think you balling like Kobe, you ain't got no pot to piss in
Stop to listen before I'm spitting these bars
I'm trying to simplify my flow for these fucking retards
You fucking with me, I promise you gon see stars
If I was you, I suggest you be smart
Lime Mozart, I compose art
You think you hot, you gassed up like a Go cart
You fag niggas rap but with no heart
You think from the hood, you won't last with these cold sharks
I hit the charts like a pop star
But fuck pop, I'm hard-core like a Rockstar
Like a dick, you pussy niggas not hard
Satan gave me the keys, cause I'm coming with the hot bars
And they say hip hop is a lost art but I'm so glad that it got this far...