Malt Liquor Freestyle (interlude)

Tell us the story
I fucking been here in this building alone
But you know, it's been going on for 12 years now
Can you fucking come up here?
And what, and what?
Sometimes a man loves a woman too much, you know?
Might hit her head out, yeah, you know
She put too much cheese in the macaroni, you know?
That fucking whore
Man, you're not playing the right track, man

Don't try to run up like one time
Amateur night with all them punchlines
On the scale, your shit is a dime
Or that DC brown, Woods be toastin' the town
Holding most of the pound, light up the city
Pass it around, don't quote me, nigga
I ain't said shit, easy does it, money better have my bitch
Bill flow too nice, somebody gon' snitch
Pocket Glen Gary leaves, just ask Murray and Mitch

Cold facts when I pitch, all black like his Sigs
We don't mix unless you talking about cigars
And Manischewitz, some metaphors and spinach
Or maybe your wife and my latest fetish

So much grass
In fact we grew tense
I said, "Hey, tit face, come here, have some grass"
Anyways, I'm just fucking with him, he smokes a lot of gas

So I fucking went to his house, we was smoking some fucking egg ball and five-hundreds
Next thing I know, he fucking pulls out one of them DVDs, you know?
I said, "Hey, I ain't never see no fucking DVD before, but it looks awful lot like a CD
So I ask him for it, in my friend's house, my friend Bobby
Where I met my ex in, is Penelopes sound system
Anyway, there on the-

So, okay, so I met the guy, he pulls out the DVD
And it's some weird, you know like homo stuff
Homo? Like you do?
Homo? The only thing homo about me is, ay