Doctor Scott - Hip Hop Space Cowboy Freestyle

Yeah
The hip hop space cowboy
It's not a cowboy hat when I wear it

Cuz I'm an astronaut
I'd like to blast the twat
But first I gotta ask
Fuck, I ain't got the right words to say
Like uh, baby can I take you back into space?
Outer space that's my habitat
That's not for cowboys that's a rapper hat
Rapping astronaut space monster
From the planet of "Goddamn Will He Get Off It? Will He Stop It?"
That's a lot of words for one planet, but that's the name
Doesn't matter, that's the game that I spit when I spit it off of the brain
And ay baby, where you going? Come on, come back
Pulled out my little book full of numbers
And I was like, I gotta spot right there, yeah
She was like, Why are there so many in there?
I said, Why you care?
Let me take you up in the air
To another planet where the women are
Nearly as fair as you are
But you might be number one
The ace of outer space
Your face would look right
Next to my face, right?

I can keep going, I can keep going
I got the impression he wasn't going to hit stop
But Scott, I spit it off of the top
And I got this space chick, I'm all up on her jock
If that's possible, do women have jocks?
I guess if they are athletes
She's more like a couch potato
And the ass meat is prime
Top grade quality and it comes in quantity
There's a lot of it
Like outer space, very vast
The ass, yes here I come with the bionic blast
From the top of the noodle
And I break it down brutal
And women fly right onto my space strudel
From the bakery, I'm never faking
I'm coming up off of the top of the fucking...
Anti-Clay Aiken? Wha?
Rapping off of the top of the Anti-Clay Aiken?
I just make up shit, I don't know what it means
But I got these space genes
And I got space queens
Trying to procure the throne from the women next to her
And then they throw blows, and I'm like
Ladies there's enough room for both of y'all up here in outer space
The galactic race to see how her booty tastes
First, I'm in first place
I'mma get there cuz I want it more than most
There is no West Coast/East Coast in outer space
It just goes in a circle
360° but it never stops
It's infinite like her jiggle when she walks
That shit is hot
Off of the top of the galaxy

Written by:
Scott Winter

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