Bee breaking out on madden
let me break this shit down right quick this is killa b coming straight from the mouth lemme tell ya bout this shit called madden and my boi heed
we be battling and rattling while im throwing up the long pass this nigga straight runs all over my ass
bust out the corners and the outs
this kid heed gets pissed and pouts bout them routes
til this nigga jumps r ight over my dude and get rude on his ass
and takes my long pass to the zone
this nigga taking his game up a level
as he tries to get at me
nigga knows im nice but he can hang
and this kid bee knocking down his bombs thinking bout dropping bows on his qb
knowing his d be tight as hell
wondering when this kid will stick to his game plan knowing he can run not pass on this crazy d nigga named BEE

Bee's first rap on this siznit
stroke my shit like u want some girl
spank it like that all want is to twirl that tongue
dont think about doing something wrong
take that shit in all the way like its a bong
dont play wit dont play wit it
strip down like this and that
nothing but naked ass on my couch
then u be hiding like oscar the grouch
coming round the corner this is heed and bee
know we the biggest baddest tag team
got u fronting like u a straight up G
looking at me like u want B
my niggas saying hit it heed
im like boy let me get this right quick
just with one move of my dick
this bitch was off faster then jason biggs in american pie
these wack ass bitches ICP sing piggy pie
to bad them faygo rootbeer punks dont just die
cuz they think they the shit
all it would take is one hit from my clip to wack them both
this rap is getting tight
ryan is prolly pissed outta sight
messing wit his boys from icp
but u know killa is coming with only the hardcore shit
niggas at the club be shoulder bumping and straight hating
they dont know this kid named bee is a killa deep down
and heed is crazy mofo
so all we gotta say is if u think u a green light then GO

Yall know we be doing madd crazy shit on here
Mood:  happy
The first free style from my boy heed:
Saturday's be the days' when we get in stupid haze, drinkin all that dough away, throwing shots and brew back like u fuckin knew that, u bitches better drink till ya hit the floor and prove that u can hang with the nuccaz that be heed and killa B when, C drops us off at club, emptin fridges, drinkin in binges, not puking till we see them ugly bitches, thats how we get down