Heat Mizer - Freestyle Fellowship

What you gonna do with that beat?

What you gonna do with that beat?

What you gonna do with that beat?

Well, I-za, heat mizer, and I’m wiser

Than any other rapper no matter the size of

Girl or guys-a, they all dies-a

I ship 'em up and take 'em up to Kaiser

Third floor, hospital ward

Doctor, his spinal cord’s tore

His final words roared-

'I don’t want no more, I don’t want no more, lord, life'

Infrared chipper, one for the gipper

Dead like a door knob, killed in a slipper

While rolling in my rollerblades, fell and broke my shoulder blade

Laid and I prayed

Then I grabbed a razorblade stayed and I played

Then I broke a mental barricade

Don’t you hate it when your ice pick sticks right in the skull

And you gotta pull it out with two hands?

Don’t you hate it when your chainsaw’s out of gasoline

And you gotta use a butcher’s knife on a man

Yucky, yucky, yes, yes

Huckleberry, wet flesh

There’s a couple necking in the woods by the trees

Could it be the prince and the princess?

Getting undressed, having sex in the moonlight- freeze