Free Studio

You guys ready?
Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio, Lotus Pod, uh

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, did that I can get up in that ass like a thug, 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, (zone-zone-zone), ET phone home
Don't pick up the chrome, no don't pick up the chrome
When she picked up the phone, (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 motherfucker, 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 owl
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 bitching
If you just can't deal with that (come and see the red and black)

As the cold night folds round, we be creeping without a sound
With riders who are bound, as the steering wheel turns around
Our ghost car drifting in and out the streetlights
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 white reflected off our gats
Demons without reason, or the mercy we once knew, revenge is like the sweetest joy
Bringing visions of deja 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
Wrap you 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 Utssler, 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 (senator), and I don't even know who that is
I'm tighter then a two door escort, packed with seven 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

Ooh, free is like my favorite word (word-word)
Right next to food freaks and flowing on the microphone
Bitch, I bring the absurd, corrupt and cryptic, linguistics of twizards!
Two to the double O-four, 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, yeah (free studio, free studio)

That's right it's a fucking free studio (free studio)
It's the Lotus Pod, the mutherfucking studio we own (free studio)
Psychopathic, yeah, that's right, this the Rude Boy (free studio) right here
Coming to you from Southwest (free studio), all the way to the East side (free studio)
This city is ours, boss up (free studio)