Juice WRLD Hour Freestyle of Fire Over Eminem Beats

[Verse 1]
Freestyle king, Imma do my thing
Married to the game, Imma need a ring
Run up on me, that choppa sing
Brand-new bitch, there's a brand-new team
Broke up with my bitch, now she's my side-bitch
Text me and my sidekick
Look, yeah
She walked with the strap in the purse like a [?]
Wanna see [?] shit
Uh, yeah
Niggas just lose it
Niggas be faking, op-tical illusions
Run up on me, that choppa skip to conclusions
I don't give a fuck who your bitch, Imma do her
Paul Wall with [?] and the choppa and screw her
Brand-new money
Run up on me, choppa hop up like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it, keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer
Goddamn
Just lose it
Uh, make love, then make music
Uh, run up—choppa do 'em
Waka Flocka O Let's Do It
Uh, offa' the top I be kickin' it
Hop on my dick like a frog, you be [?]
Uh, look at the way I be rippin' it
Dribblin' on em like [?] full of adrenaline
Uh, sick of the percs, Imma put them down, huh
Run up on me
That choppa marry your ass like you got a gown on
Guess you a pussy now, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Guess you a pussy now, huh
Keep this beat going
…
Imma spazz for a second
Imma get up on they ass for a second
Choppa on me is gon' blast for a second
Imma shoot him in his ass, I'm reckless
Do it big like football Texas
Imma ball out like [?] Texas
Bitches pay me like taxes
On a mattress hittin' backflips
Ride me, carpet—Aladdin
At a space [?] on Saturn
Give a fuck what you say
I don't really care about nothin', but the money I manage
Hoes on me, they wanna fuck too, though
Outer space, I've been pulling on Pluto
Bad bitch, huh
Hot as a motherfucker, hit the bitch up in you know
Ay, ay
Someone talk sadness
Off the Xans, tryna figure out what's up, though
Bad bitch tryna—uh—tryna fuck, though
Keep it on the low, I don't know, ho
VVS on my wrist, no snow globe
Incredibles, swimmin' like Frozone
Imma [?], put dick in your ho's dome
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
In your ho's home
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I've been rapping all day, that's normal, though
I'm an alien, god damn, it ain't normal, ho
Pull up on me, make that choppa get to stormin', ho
Hot like the motherfuckin' global warming, ho
Then again, I'm colder than a freezer
Fuck you, bitch, I'll leave a Dragon Ball
Frieza pull up on the scene
My choppa got a fever
Hand on my heater
Kick it like FIFA
Uh
Yeah, hot like a Cheeto
Fast like a cheetah
Run up, I get 'em
Uh
Yeah, choppa like Jesse White
The way I up a bitch and it flip 'em
Uh
Yeah, spazz on they ass all day, though
I was in the cut killing people like [?], though
World on my hands Imma [?] like Play-Doh
I'm full of shit, I'm a rich-ass a-hole
Yeah, just lose it
Uh-huh, uh-huh-huh
Just lose it
Bad bitch, look, the fuck are you doing?
If you ain't getting naked, then I ain't gon' screw it
Uh-huh, uh
Just lose it
Don't make love, make music
Huh
Don't make love, make music
Pure pop molly in a party
Bad bitch wanna fuck, I got off the Bacardi
Wanna pull on me, choppa get 'em like [?]
I ain't never gave a fuck, motherfucker, catch a body
I was in the cut with a bitch [?] to coma
Smoking on [?], you can smell the aroma
Young-ass nigga, but they think that I'm older
Her [?], my flow too colder
World on my shoulders, feel like a boulder
Run up on me, I told you that it's over
Choppa could do them motherfuckers like homework
Clip's sticking out like a motherfuckin' boner
This is my flow, it's not a motherfuckin' loaner
Only one of me, ain't no motherfuckin' cloners
Ballin' on these hoes like Adrien, Adrien
Knock 'em out, nigga, like Adrien Broner
Look at the way that I ball at these hoes
In the back of the club
Mmm, mmm
I got blue faces up in my pockets
I'm not throwing them [?]
Mmm-hmm
Hard on my chest, I put that on my grave
I ain't showing no love
Mmm-hmm
I'm not talking 'bout snails
Shoot 'em like Tony Snell with slugs
Mmm-hmm
Yeah
Spazz, Imma spazz on they ass
Uh, if a nigga in the [?]
Uh, do it for the quick cash
Uh, it's a big ass gun
Mmm, so you better get back
Mmm, your boyfriend broke
Baby, I don't think you can fix that
Haha, yeah
Old broke ass nigga
Hit the bitch from the back
That's a no ass, nigga
Huh, already-know-ass nigga
Run up on me, choppa on me
Imma blow your ass, nigga
Walk around like I don't even know that nigga
Boppin' on the bitch like Kodak, nigga
Up, down, left, right—cheat code that nigga
Hahaha
Bro, I said up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga, boy
…
That mean I got cheat cheat codes
Gun sing like [?]
[?] on that cape, no, I'm not a hero
VVS cold, no Sub Zero
Get money like Robert, dinero
Fuck with me, you get jacked like Sparrow
I'll put you out your sorrow
You won't live to see the morrow
Shooting your Monte Carlo
My [?] cause your [?]
I am not tryna brag
But you know I got the cuatros
The pesos
I don't know
Nine, nine, nine

[Verse 2]
We on the Eminem waves thing
Last time I was here I rapped for an hour
A fucking hour
…
There ain't no competition, I'm not worried
.30 on me, Stephen Curry
Sippin' dirty with a bitch
That give me head just like she nerdy
I've been shooting [?]
In that bitch like a surgeon
Put that dick in her throat
She get to regurgitating
Uh, haha
Ignorant—yes, that's me
Uh, catch a nigga like a taxi
Usain Bolt, run that shit like a track meet
Uh, flexin' on 'em like an athlete
Fuck, nigga, you cannot surpass me
Uh, that's your bitch
But why is Juice WRLD tatted all over her ass cheek?
Ya dig? Hah

[Verse 3]
Ooh, yeah, that's what-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My Name Is
…
I said hi! My name is gun, I'm aiming
These niggas are ass, anus
.40 aiming
Leave 'em brainless
Tote my stainless
Fuck is you saying?
Imma dye my hair blonde, Super Saiyan
Ruthless with this gun, shoot it, slaying
Spray 'em, leave 'em in the pavement
Jackie Chan kush, bitch
I'm feeling like an Asian
Asian persuasion
Run up, then I'm blazing
In this fucking [?]
Nate [?], amazing
I'm up in that new thang
Feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Kickin' shit like Liu Kang
Sicker than some flu [?]
Jordan on me, flu game [?]
60 points on 'em on that flu game [?]
Look at the way that I do thangs
I'm with my clan like Wu-Tang
Every day we hustlin'
Won that Lamborghini, remember dreamin'
About a Mustang
Now I'm 'bout my next thang
Now I'm 'bout my next thang
Blue face in my pocket
I'm not worried 'bout some chump change
I can hit your block and then I turn it to a gun range
Call of Duty closet, boy, that shit look like a gun game
I just had to dread my hair 'cause I couldn't maintain
Now a nigga wildin', feeling like a rasta
Choppa like a guitar, get to strumming like a rockstar
I'm sipping lean out the cup, like such a wokstar
I put this .40 to your head and then I pop it
I'm so violent, choppa with a silencer
Optimus Primin'
Transformer on your ho to fuck her on perfect timing
Rollie change colors like the [?]
Diamonds on my neck, best believe them bitches shining
I left my chains at the hotel, I hate jewelry
I wear it just so I can participate in the foolery
You got a problem with me? Imma pull up with this choppa
Shoot you and your father, put an end to your eulogy
Clip hold a hundred, count it like a centipede
21 in that Glock, I'll shoot it out the century
I'm schooling niggas like it's fucking Elementary
Prolly fucking these bitches and fucking them up mentally
Now, that's just me

[Verse 4]
Westwood, you know we gettin' cash, right?