Freestyle WheneverthehellIwantday

The image of two turntables spinning records can be seen as the camera comes to life on a pair of hands scratching the turntables. The sound of the music scratching can be heard but soon dies before one can hear exactly what is being scratched.

The camera pans up to focus on Jay Fizzy, Frankie's DJ for the Freestyle Friday raps. He's wearing a blue t-shirt with the Lucky Charms box art on it, the rest of his attire is unseen from the DJ booth. He smiles, that frizzy hair of his still... well... up and frizzy! "'Sup, y'all it's ya boy Jay Fizzy. You already know what it is. Got my man Frankie Cocheese in the booth tonight. He says he's real busy tonight so he just wants to get into this." Fizzy looks over to his right. "You ready?"

The camera cuts to Frankie, who is fitting a pair of headphones on his ears while dressed in the suit from the Poker video, minus the fedora. The healing cut on his forehead is now revealed.

"Uhh! Let's get into this! Lace me with somethin good!"

Fizzy cuts on the instrumental to Snoop Dogg's Tha Shiznit.



Frankie's eyes widen, and he starts to dance to the beat a little. "Ooo... Yeah!" He rolls his shoulders, putting his hands up and snapping his fingers. "Let's get into this." He sings to the flute of the instrumental. "Da da da-da daaaa da da da! Da da-da daaaaa da da da! Da da da-da daaaa da da da! Da da-da daaaaa da da da!" He starts rapping.

"One. Two. Three and to the Four
Cocheese is in the house
Steady knockin on your door

Ready to get to business
So back on up
As I stroll to the ring
With an iced out cup

It's just me in the building
And you know I'm down to ride
Rising up at From the Ashes
Ready to double homicide

Maxwell tryin to rip me up
Says he wants to cause me pain
But who the one who got bloodied
And his words made all in vain?

Said he tried to think
But I'm bettin that it hurt
Wants to hit me with the sink
But I'll put his ass in dirt

Yeah I beat you pretty bad
And I got much ground to stand on
Said he went to easy on me
Guess he didn't get his plan on

Wants to put my body in pieces
Got the nerve to call me rat
I'mma murder him this sunday
And I won't even use the gat

Wants me to squeal like a pig
And take a bite right off my nose
Only ones put they mouth on me
Are my bitches and my hoes

He wants to stand over our bodies
Like he's the King up in this biz
Takeover turn his ass around
Who the fuck he think he is?

He a dead man walking
Better keep that all in mind
He won't set foot on my block
Cuz he ain't fuckin with my kind

He can bring in JBC
Numero uno hit maker
Toe tag his ass so hard
He'll be the #1 shit taker

I'm the #1 shit maker
Turnin bodies into fecal matter
I'm a noodle knocker goon
That means I make them brains splatter

Hah hah!
Cocheese on the mic again
And I ain't forget about Devin
He think he got a plan to win

He plottin all our next moves
Like I'm predictable in the south
I'm tellin him than plans change
When you get punched up in ya mouth

I'm an impulsive fool?
Well you're a compulsive liar
Your days are numbered like Maxwell
Better retire 'fore you expire

Says he ain't gonna run
But he better run and hide
Toe tag him now he finished
Just another homicide

He steppin in a pool of beasts
And he thinks it's surreal
But he don't know how right he is
'Cuz it sure is real

You can call me Cypress Hill
Cuz I'm insane in the brain
You boys'll get slapped up
Like the bitch on the New York train.

It's double or nothin boys
And I'm sittin at the top
Tune in live this Sunday
While I make them bodies drop."

He makes a cutting motion under his throat for Fizzy to stop the beat. "Hol' up hol' up hol' up hol' up... Stop the beat..." The beat fades out.

Frankie takes his headphones off and sets them aside off camera. He speaks into the mic. "Fuck it. I'm done rapping for now. Listen here. KONSTANTINE wants to talk shit on me rappin, well fine. I'll destroy this kid verbally the ol' fashioned way. First off, where do you get the balls to ask me what I'm bringing to the ring? I don't need to bring a goddamned THING to the ring but myself! But since you asked, fine..."

He ducks away from the mic, turning around and reaching for something off camera that is on the floor. He turns to the mic now, slowly, holding up what appears to be a lead pipe. "See this thing here? This is a lead pipe. I don't want to use it right now, and I don't need it either, but this thing right here has some sentimental value. You see, the last time I was in the South, and you smart assed fans who think they know the business know when this was, but there was a guy who couldn't stand ya boy Cocheese. What else is new? Anyway, you know what happened to him? I jumped him in the arena parking lot with it while he was on the phone trying to go backstage. I beat him so bad, he ended up quitting wrestling. Right after he did, he went to Mexico to go look for his brother and some asshole shot him to death. Maybe that's why you think I killed somebody." He narrows his eyes for a moment. "I've never said I've killed anybody. Then again, I never said I haven't either.." He holds the pipe triumphantly in his right hand now. "Regardless, if I didn't bash him with that pipe that day, he'd probably still be around. I'm tellin you right now, don't fuck with me! It ends up being bad luck later. Just look at Maxwell. I gave him his first loss and he just ain't the same anymore. He devolved! YOU devolved! You let him defeat you. That's somethin you can't deny 'cuz if you do you're saying you didn't let him defeat you, that he took it for his damn self and you didn't do SHIT about it! You can go on talkin about me like I ain't a goddamn man and I ain't evolvin, that I'm just a little fly on the wall well guess what?" He brings the pipe up with both hands as if he's going to swing it like a baseball bat. He does so, but stopping shy of the camera, having to go over the mic some to do it. "You bring your motherfuckin ass on here and come see how this fly hit. Or you can just ask Maxwell that I ain't some fly you can swat around. I promise you this motherfucker you're going to evolve. You're going to evolve from a human being to a goddamn piss stain on the mat!" He starts to lower the pipe now. "You don't know how right you are by saying you are closer to godhood because this sunday you're gonna MEET his ass! Ask around! Ask anybody you gotta and they'll tell your ass that I ain't a joke! I stole your victory and I'm stealin your points! Maybe people are shouting Stevenson at you because they know he can crush you! And I crushed him too so what you think? You really think you have a chance? Listen..."

He puts the pipe down and stomps out of the booth, making his way to the DJ area with Fizzy and the camera cutting to that area. Fizzy just watches in the background as Frankie stands in front of the booth and faces the camera. "You know what gets me, is that you want to be a King of a Dying Earth. You want to be a King of a Dying World because a King needs to run it. It gets me because that just means... you want to be a King of Nothing. You want to be a King, yelling at your servants and they won't do nothing because they'll all be dead. You want to think of me as a murderer then that's fine because regardless of if I have or haven't, I will murder your CAREER this sunday! BET that! BET that if you wanna be a rich man!"

He narrows his eyes in annoyance and puts his left hand up like a gun, pulling it back and exclaiming. "You already know what this means! See you when I see you!"