Phillip Seymour Hoffman Freestyle

[Donnie Dopeflow]

Swarms of bees surround me.
They won't sting me.
Wolves are howling
they won't bring me
no beef.
Not Chef Boyardee or Kobe, homey.
A wise man told me.
This too shall pass.
Shots blast,
in this movie I'm cast,
as the mad cashing in yo,
bad-ass action hero slash De Niro
tossing mothafukkas,
all you fat ass
Philip Seymour Hoffman mothafukkas.
I'm the boss of you mothafukkas.
I embody the greats,
Fashionable and I'm not even late.
Fukk food, I'll eat the plate.
I don't give a shht.
Buy my album:
1 song, 42 skits.
Rapping like Fu Shniks,
after drinking a few shnapps,
fools stop,
after they see how I move...stop
you in ya tracks, pop you in ya back
with my canonical cannon,
I'm that metaphorical oracle spitting four fours at you
armed with the truth, smack J. Nicks out of the booth,
now I am the dude...

I'm out. Time's out.
See you in the spring.
Lean in, see? Squint.
See what I will bring.
I will sing, I will rap,
but I will not clap,
this is not that,

nah, this is not that..

Phillip Seymour Hoffman in the house.