Freestyle #2 (Live From Tramps, New York1999)

[Verse]
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
Imma sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e
Im more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
Cause Imma still be the Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as Im on pills, and I got plenty of pot
Ill be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford
And you wonder what the fuvk I need more Vicodin for?
Everybodys pissin me off; even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off
No wonder Im a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?