T-Wayne announces his arrival in the dawdling “Nasty Freestyle.”
Over a sample of Bandit Gang Marco’s “Nasty,” he introduces himself. It sets a grinding tone. (“Yah, say Roro, you know what it is, right?/Who Is Rickey Wayne?: The Mixtape/Ya feel me? Yah, ahem.”)
He gets out of his Porsche and eyeballs the young women waiting for him, wanting his attention. His eyes rove toward a woman with an ample rear. He puts his hand on his wallet. It has multiple credit cards and at least a couple thousand in cash. He has to make it to the studio. He has gained a huge following and he has to maximize it. He can have any women he wants. People are going to underestimate him. However, he’s going to be someone they will remember. He has the talent to back up his bragging. (“
First, let me hop out the ********** Porsche/I don't want her if that ass don't sit like a horse/I be ballin' on these ******, got me feelin' like sports/Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort/Ain't too many things I ain't done yet/I'm the king of this shit, crown by the toilet/I'm just barely gettin' started, you already upset/Got a tiger as a pet, I just took him to the vet/Homie, I be makin' hits, I'm the rap Derek Jeter/Let your bitch ride on me like she was on the feeder/If the ***** ain't good then I probably won't feed her/Lil homie, you can keep her cause I really don't need her/I ain't worried 'bout features, homeboy, you's a peon/Toilet seat ass *****, man, I swear you gettin' peed on/Man, my jewelry so cold, I walk around with the heat on/My alarm clock set, just in case they wanna sleep on, ya dig?/I'm a full-time player, hoppin' out in alligator/Sippin' lean and Now and Later, homie, I'll annihilate ya/If you think you wanna battle, you gon' have to pay some paper/I just hit her and I quit her, I would never ever date her/It's a shame how I'm barely gettin' love in the city/Travel to another town, you can bet they fuckin' with me/I be killin' this shit, pray to God they forgive me/They said, "when you blow up, don't forget me", man/I been on fire ever since they made the lighter/My boys will pull up on ya, homie, I ain't talkin' diapers/Walk into your function, on point, I'm like a sniper/My girl bad like Dej Loaf so don't try her/Flexin' all you want but homeboy, you ain't ready/Ten times sharper than Michael Myers' machete/Been about the money, I ain't worried 'bout the fame/'Bout to have everybody sayin', "Who Is Rickey Wayne?"/That me...
T-Wayne’s redneck rap is at a crawl. There is hardly any movement at all. There are some good lines (“My alarm clock set…Ten times sharper than Michael Myers’ machete.”) but he can’t get out them fast enough.
The laggard “Nasty Freestyle” needs to pick up the pace.