You got the kid in the Power 106 studios, you know he's gotta do a freestyle. All right, so Justin Bieber probably wasn't actually making up his "Otis" rap on the spot at the studio (he's not that good, at least not yet), but still, his flow is fairly impressive for a relative novice, and the way he interacts with the original song—singing "Justin-Biiiieeee-ber" over the "Never leeeeave her" part of the hook, semi-quoting Kanye with "I thanked Jesus at the awards, I'm never going to hell," talking about all-back Benzes—is legitimately clever. The station DJ's are clearly impressed, and so are we, even if there's still a clunker line or two to be had ("Started playin' drums when I was two / Now I kick it in Japan, Kung Fu") and at least one guaranteed to scandalize somebody ("Get it done abundantly, she wants to get up under me").

Watch the freestyle below, and if you're not live for audio, we've even done you the favor of transcribing the Bieb's flow underneath.

Justin Bieber

Damn, damn, JB where the hell you been

Yeah I got a new necklace, diamonds

Two big-face Roleys, no I ain't lyin'

Makin' Mama so proud that she cryin'

Yeah you say I'm crazy, guess that makes two

But I never knew that dreams really come true

Started playin' drums when I was two

Now I kick it in Japan, Kung Fu

So I'm heading for the gold, I'm sweating

I swear Otis Redding would be oh so ready

I already got ahead-y of the game, I'm with Kenny

And we steady gettin' many, I mean money, uh

Ridin' in the all-black Benz with the all black rims

And we looking' at some tens through some all-black lenses

Wait, I'm not done

Wait, wait

I thanked Jesus at the awards, I'm never going to hell

Call me Zach Morris, I'm saving you by the bell

My girl says I'm perfect, she just loves an imperfect person perfectly

Personally, I think she is perfectly perfect

Get it done abundantly, she wants to get up under me

I swear that I got hundred these 'coz baby I'm a money tree

So be my little honey bee my little bitty bunny

I got honeys all up on me baby I just get it dunny

Possibly and probably you're thinkin' this type of swag's impossible

And logically well probably but you just hear me lyrically

Try to feel me spiritually get out your mind literally

There's a bigger me inside this little me, screaming out

I should make history, I am like a mystery

Hated by jealousy, 'coz they envy me

Run up on my enemies, see if they remember me

Soon as they remember, I wipe away they memory

Can't you see the private jets flying over you?

I ain't even Otis but my focus on my photos

Might be bogus, no they shouldn't be a photo shoot

It's funny how you wanna take my picture and it's like your first time

Playing with the camera claiming that "it's not mine"

Just calm down, you don't gotta hurry

You don't, uh, don't be nervous, you don't, you don't gotta worry

And my fans are like my glasses, yeah, without 'em I'd be blurry

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