Twon Murdo - Big Dawg Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, I ain't gonna do too much talking, man
Check, let's get right to the business of rapping, man
Let's go
I'm a God

If you agree, reply, hallelujah
The Don, I move like the Godfather maneuver
The gun in my palm, a 5.7 Ruger
Rifle bullets, blue tips, they flew through your medulla

A shooter? Nah, but don't push me, I'll do ya
A whale amongst the sharks, call me Beluga
They mention me amongst the gang chiefs like Tooka
You know Twon Murdo, Terrell Bruce, Hoover

You know I got that 9 and the shells in it, Luger
A nightmare on Langley, the ghetto Freddy Krueger
Ain't no stock in that G-Lock, the 30 got it jukin'
My FN make your shirt red like Ken Hadouken

Stupid, y'all niggas sleepin' on me, dreams lucid
Disciples round the crib, f*ck that red and that blue shit
Where I live, red and blue make green
Nigga, I do's this on the boss, y'all can keep everything I lost

Suck my dick, my old bitch, lay with you in the same shorts I hooped in
That's immature, f*ck it, I guess I'm immature then
Neo in the Matrix, took that red pill, now I'm the one
Y'all little niggas lucky, I don't f*ck your moms and call you son

Beat you like the step pops, body shot, head shot
Shoot you to the slide lock, then reload and re-cock
I got old shooters, nigga, like Grant Hill in some Filas
Vince Carter and G-Shox, Shaq and some Reeboks

Big dog, nigga, I rap pissed off, nigga
Spin kick y'all niggas like Eric Bischoff, nigga
See, lyrically, I'm like a King Corso
We talkin' big dog like Snoop Dogg

I scratch y'all off my balls with my paws, f*ck all y'all
I'm the king, so call me Sire, trust none, nigga
I'ma rap cause I'm inspired, I'm the one, nigga
Big dog till I retire, wear my lighter, yeah

Like Dylan, nigga, I'm fire
I'ma rap until I'm tired, or till the beat expire
Bitch, I'm a writer, and yes, I'm gettin' nicer
I'm the creme de la creme, black talons that crack your ribs

Your limbs rip through your skin, he is I, I am him
I'm the motherf*ckin' one, protect your belly, Tommy Buns
I'm so sincere, got no friends near, only my gun
On my balls and my words, my adjectives and my verbs

My speech impediment is so irrelevant, I'ma serve
Niggas up like entrees, on my mama, crime pays
On my daddy, hoes popped, on my baby, I'm the top
Never stop, never settle, Metallica, heavy metal

Smith and Wesson like the devil, y'all niggas ain't on my level
Nobody, I mean whoever
Maybe homie High Def, maybe my brodie T. Beretta
Bless AMG Fresh, K-Rod whippin' his Lex

Salute the Vo Mack, I blow flutes like three stacks
Give naps like CPAPs, get smacked like bottom bitches on the track
Where my money, bitch, I'm Big Dawg
It ain't a damn thing funny

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