Childish Gambino — Twistclip Loop Freestyle

Kill ‘em It’s what I hear when I get a hot feel In my nostrils In my forehead As I code red You’ll be more dead than a horse head In a four bed- Room apartment Bloggers that start shit You want to criticize me? Just so you can drink green tea With Lykke Li at a speakeasy? Wearing some American Apparel While you’re staring at a Tim and Eric DVD? Can’t get enough Crime Mob shit: knuck if you buck Celibate girls do stuff in the butt Get it out with a Q-Tip, or some Müeslix I’m a eunuch just cause I can’t give a fuck Kiss her on her neck while she buttoning up And my pants down It’s funny how when I put Camp out they gotta camp out Better than half of all rappers you have on your laptop At your dad’s house Hands down Fake niggas said, “You the man now!” Got a DJ like Roseanne’s house Sam go hard like a handjob, nigga Childish don’t go hard, what? Now everybody wanna fuck with me, slut The flow is too sick Got them white boy clothes and that black dude dick Now I understand why you gotta hate a nigga East side! Stone Mountain-Decatur nigga Y’all niggas lame, I’m fly as hell Cause I’m fucking lame, and I don’t even care!