Lost in a Freestyle Donald-D (Ft. Ice-T)

[ Ice-T ]
Yo, yo, Microphone King Donald-D in the house
[ Donald-D ]
Yo, what's up, Ice, my brother?
[ Ice-T ]
Yo, yo, coolin out, man
This is a track Chilly-D laid, man?
[ Donald-D }
Word, this is real dope
But you know, we gonna kick some real dope flavor
[ Ice-T ]
Yeah, when I hear a beat like this, man
It just makes me wanna bust some freestyle rhymes
[ Donald-D ]
Well yo, bust it

[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
Yo bust it, I take the mic and I cuss it
You say was it, necessary? Very
I'm as cold as a stiff in a mortuary
The Ice rock the rhymes extraordinary
Profanity is just a part of my nature
And for years and years I've made ya
Bop to the funky beat, kick my rhymes in the street
And when a biter bites my rhymes they're the tough meat
Catch me slippin, no, I never sleep
I got a posse full of killers that be runnin like a track meet
You move, you miss, my hits are quick
I write your name in blood on my Syndicate shitlist
I'm not a dog, but I can dog the mike
With me you don't get 3, you're gettin 1 strike
Then sucker-duck, you're out, punk, hit the bench
I toss you up, twist you like a ???
Stagger, daze ya, drop ya like a hot brick
Your posse rolls, but none rolls this thick
Dog-it Donald, call him Donald-D
Dee on the mike, I'm Ice muthafuckin Tee
Donald, kick it as this beat breaks wild
Cause I'm lost in a freestyle