Artist: Childish Gambino f/ Sway Album: 5 Fingers of Death (S) Song: 5 Fingers of Death (Freestyle) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: Sway] DJ Wonder We gon rock at least 5 beats, to show your versatility What you're made of You gotta rock 5 back, aiight? [Childish Gambino] As the world's turnin, I feel like I'm a worse person My tongue's hurtin, from all of it's work cursin And I'm not certain I think my father's LeVar Burton 'til I'm walkin in circles and I'm talkin in third person In the eigth grade I got high off paper mache I put it in my desk and I let it ferment a day Cause shit, ain't nothin changed I'm still known as a rude student That'll walk inside your class and make fun of your school shootin I could prove it; I'm too cool as a matter of fact I've been writin these verses while I'm havin a heart attack I'm in your bedroom crankin No Doubt and Staring Back Stereo blaring, Gwen Stefani can holla black I'm not black, I'm a white boy with dark skin At a Klan rally wondering why they won't let me in I'm drunk off this gin and I'm high off Ritalin Fuck it, let me get to the next beat [Sway] Okay let's go, Donald Glover, Childish Gambino Showin and provin, Sway in the Mornin, DJ Wonder! [Childish Gambino] Oooh, wow, yeah I'm the nerdiest rapper ever, I'm wearin a Cosby sweater and I'm reading Oscar Wilde rippin my foreskin to make a washable condom A bunch of assassins tried to jump me, they couldn't touch me I rolled off in a yellow Humvee, with a bunch of monkeys My taste buds hate fudge, man, plus I'm allergic I'ma dress up like a surgeon so I could hurt Curtis, on purpose And girls see my dick size and they realize, that they can't handle it I get more sodomy than Tommy Lee and Pam - Anderson? With my doo-rag in my left hand And my iPod and my Discman I get more kicks out of it than Jean Claude Van Damme And I'm still spittin, still hittin (Big Pimpin') like Hova, yo, let me be the rap, run over Yea, lemme go, lemme go [Sway] Next beat NEXT BEAT, Childish Gambino, Childish Gambino (That was the shit!) 5 Fingers of Death Let's go, Sway in the Mornin, Shade 45 [Childish Gambino] Let me feel this one for a minute Oh my God like reggaetone, or somethin like that? Oh wow, uhh, uhh, uhh Childish Gambino, yo this off the dome I gotta keep it goin cause I came from home Come from Rome, Athens, or Atlanta, Georgia Got somethin for ya Yes I got some smores cause I bore ya Like I got that Goya You know how they play reggaeton in the beats when you in NYC Meaning that me and I'm sickest Yo, aaahh!!! Real Monsters like Ickis Yo, this chick that I used to lick it Now her name Aubrey Plaza I didn't mean to kick it, while I'm gettin salsa Like I'm eatin salsa, cause she Puerto Rican Some people speakin, like she ain't white But you know that's alright cause I keep it tight [Sway] YES! Number four, number four, number four Stand up man, get loose! [Childish Gambino] I'm tryin to get loose, tryin to get loose Man this early in the mornin, I ain't had any coffee or anything like that Uhh, uhh, hahahahahaha! (You go in or go out let's go) Okay, here we go, yo Nerdy word murderer in a purple convertible Niggas ain't heard of him until his girlfriend converted him Bitch niggaz is Ferguson, I guess I could explain it all Like all these niggaz wanna bone cause you datin dogs Or why the radio used to not play me And why does every white girl love ukelele? Where I'm from, that Jesus piece couldn't save me and I'm still spittin shit cause I'm gettin like gravy Eatin like mashed potatoes, I hate those haters who say that I'm not black enough yo, you ain't wack enough to fuckin touch my MC mic You better keep it tight; eat a dick like you starvin homie [Sway] There you go! Childish Gambino And we gonna check him out we got one more beat man (Oh one more beat?) Cause it's a workout (It's a workout, it's a freestyle) A emcee workout, after this you ain't gotta prove nothin to nobody This is it right here baby let's go! [Childish Gambino] Uhhh Yo, on this last beat I'ma goner Gotta spit over somethin hard, like Nirvana; and I'm crazy With the beat when it comes to this Spittin it, shittin it, while I'm lickin it I ain't even need to get it Man these other un-C's, they need to get it Why this LL Cool J shit, yo I got pesos and mesos Meaning I can only hack with they ghost When they go there, when I go back And I'm still that, I ain't backpack But you know, with the fuck the rest Yo they say that is lame like Johnye West or Kanye West, but I ain't Kanye West I'm just tryin to stay the truth And I ain't tryin to spit the truth Yo, I do what I gotta do in a booth with Sway Shay45 all day, y'all know what I'm sayin