Pick It Up [Tim Westwood Freestyle]

Yo, yo
Back again
Ha, ha ha
Turn it up a little bit, pick it up, pick it up
Yo, pick it up, pick it up
Yo, yo, pick it up
If you find a phone call in a Tim Westwood line
What the hell you gon' do?
Pick it up, pick it up

If your ball falls out with a pad on the floor
What the hell you gon' do? (Yo, yo, yo yo)
(Pick it up, pick it up)

While I'm smackin' up girls, and keep the hoes in check (yeah)
The double S Slim Shady, wreck the London set (yeah)
Sit back and relax and while my squad smokes crack
And tap your man back and be like (did you see that?)
Ah yes, comin' from the mother-friggin' Midwest
Lift your shirt up and let me see them big breasts
We molest girls three times a day, three times a night
I got Jeep fulls of criminal peoples (yeah)
Jumpin' out when we ten deep
Beat you down and speed off in a Benz Jeep
Brothers be like, "Eminem changed his style up"
Shut up the hell up, I'm still 7 mile, slut
It's '97 so get wit it
Peep that back in the day stuff when that Infinite tape was hittin' (what, what?)
Listen, must we forget it
I originated all that rough shit, that talk drug sh-
That left motherf'ers who said I sound like sh-
Detroit city is where I grew up, bitch
Peace to all my Outsidaz in Jers'
Forget what you heard, this is three and one third

If you have an STD and your penis falls on the floor
What the hell you gon' do?
(Pick it up, pick it up)
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up
If you see a Slim Shady tape on the fuckin' rack
What does Dre do?
Oh, on the 'ucking rack
On the 'uck without the f

I get def emcees stepped to the left (what?)
I bust emcees and my name is Wyclef (what?)
How you doin'? I play the banjo, piano
Whatever it is, I rock like Berry Manilow
Yo, it's Slim Shady on the friggin' deck
Y'all don't check it out, I wreck the Frim Shady set
The Frim Shady is what I said because I'm freakin' drunk
I pick it up, pick it up, I sound like a punk

Ayo, they wish that they could ban me black
Yo, you standin' back
Def methods, ayo, got my hand in that
Who ever runnin' it, ayo, you get a jammed kneecap
Make the healthiest in your fam handicap
You a fan of rap, my clan'll tap your school, home, your bitch house
Pull my 9 mili', you gon' die with your fist out
Him and his, it's over with, venomous, this cobra spit
Aggressive dialect with aggressive sober pitch
My bionic phonics demolish your logic, demonic is tainted chronic
Impossible to hold down like vomit
Mics I palm it, 'cause they da bomb it
Like terrorist is Islamic, I enter your atmosphere feel like a comet
The new God of rap, call me bigger Thor
Snap your back when I slap your ass in a figure four
From miles around they can feel us lethal
I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang sound like the Village People
Be no sequel with the energize, end of style, bust em' down right now
The winner is me
And my man Mr. Paul, we don't stall
Make your heart beat for you're tryna get down with us
We ball 'til the end, it's time to pretend
My friend to the left of me, the death of me
Me recipe to be with this don't even test emcees
Y'all can't get with us, it's the dress, dress on ya

(Ayo, what?)
Yo, what?
You can hate me now (don't hate us)
Pop me in the, hate me now
You can hate me now (he's blowin' up)
I'm so drunk that I'm throwin' up now
Throwin' up now
You can hate me now
You can hate us now
You can deflate me now
Ah (ayy, Slim)
Turn the beat up (yo, Slim, rock that funky shit)
Let's go back and forth, Slim

Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space (uh-huh)
I'ma sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e (woo)
I'm 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'll feel me
'Cause I'ma still be the Madd Rapper whether I got money or not
As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot
I'll 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 hell I need more Vicadin for
Everybody's pissin' me off
Even the No Limit Tank looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off
No duh I'm a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself?

You can hate me now
Yeah, hate us (big Proof, big Proof)
Ha, ha, yeah
Need to run for cover
Eminem is white but he's still my brother
Yes, yes, in the flesh
I'm the emcee from the Mideest, I take it through the kid's chest
They say they wanna battle us, try to battle