Warmup Freestyle

Heard they been waitin'

So this here is pre-game

Jogging suit is still on

Sub-con t-mane

I swore I get the girls and

They thought that I was deranged

Now I'm like the King

Run through Queens like the E-train

First she makes the "Oh" face

Then she give me pea brain

Her man was comin' home late

Then she heard his keys rang

All my fans is funny, they be hungry

Like some fiends mane

I treat em like

They blind to my rhymes

Cause they need cane

My buzz like Mr. Bean's

Watch, Digital, but all my fans

Is literal and all of them is central

Watchin' visuals of

Vizzy go spit all these syllables, fightin

Sentinels while yo bitches eyein' my genitals

Wooow the only ten I see is Bo Derrick

So I rose from the Bull, no Derrick, I can go

E-very quarter I don't promise, I swear it

And ya'll niggas still need subs like Jared

Owwww and now I'm thinkin that I'm on one

Finish what I started for that reasons why I don't run

My pride is a virgin, I won't give that bitch to no one

Ask anybody I been doin this since '01, holdin down my

Team and I lead em like I'm Sho-gun

All my niggas eatin passin plates like a home-run

Vizzy on yo ass now that is what you don't want

Got it in my jeans, so you know this thing is sewn up

Pullin up stuntin, grow up

I'm in the whip makin cop patrol much, donuts

So what, on time fuck XXL I wanna be on TIME

Ain't no RapRadar but my UAV is online

Get head and tell oh well, I flip a coin fine

Vizzy's on, what is he on? I call this cloud 9

Uh child's play this is easy shit

Fix ya girl's mouth and then you cuff her on some

Weezy shit

Beef, and I don't work shit out cause that

Don't keep me fit and I don't pull my heart out

Cause that don't keep me rich... get it?

Over ya head look up and see the shit

I stopped worryin about whose next and started

Bein it, the informant for rap nerds who rap words

Ever since my criss-cross colored pants with

Black words, I did it for the Glory like Denzel at

First, then I turned to Benjamin Button, such a

Inglorious Bastard, I'm heard of, from China to Europe

Every summer, I turn up, like turnips, my glory, my honor

My courage, niggas wanna ride but they ain't

Bring they stirrups, I put this thing in gear

Now they primal fear it, I'm so near it they can

Smell it *sniff* teenage spirit

They tryin to cut me hair, but this ain't "Mommie Dearest"

They tellin' me don't do it, I tell em I can't hear it

Most ya'll average I'm lucky to be the weirdest

And this is just a sample and ya'll don't need a clearance

Vizzy Zone!