Yo,
we're gonna flip something that's just a little different right now.
It's me,
JD,
with my dog,
Killer Keller,
and we're gonna,
you know,
bust a little freestyle.
One, two, one, two.
Hey, JD, man.
Yo, what's up?
Jay.
What's up, what's up, what's up?
Hey, man.
What, what, what?
You know they ain't ready for this one.
No need to tell me that, dog.
This is Krunk.
I know this dog.
This is Krunk right here.
I know, dog, I know.
One, two, three, four.
JD Killer Keller in the house.
You know how we roll.
The beatbox extraordinaire.
No, forget that.
Musician.
Here we go.
Here we go.
JD Killer Keller with the flow.
Beatbox lyrical style like whoa.
Keep it up and the mic's gonna blow.
Shall we lock it off?
Hello.
Tear it up with the lyrics.
Where you stopping from, man?
Where you stopping from?
Switch.
Okay.
Alright.
We're just switching on them, dog.
Everybody.
Yo, yo, Keller.
Give me some, give me some hi-hat,
Virgin.
Here we go.
Here we go.
Switch.
Oh, yeah.
You know how we do.
Yo, I would ask if it's something like this.
Here we go.
Here we go.
Well,
I'm the lyrical mystical bad boy individual.
How you fantastic when I'm up in the crib.
I'm the lyrical bad boy.
Come.
Oh **** You can't manage this.
Sometimes I feel like I'm taking the pieces.
Killer Keller
popping up the beat.
So, baseline shaking all the ice
off your wrist.
Stay on time.
Killer Keller.
Don't miss.
Hats on point so you cannot miss.
Let me flip the beat.
You're killing him, dog.
You're killing him.
You're
killing him.
You're killing him.