D12 - Freestyle (Track 28) lyrics

[D12 - Freestyle Track 28 lyrics]

Yo, it's Kuniva
I'll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor
And cock the hammer back like
Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor
You best be on your best
Behavior before I slay ya
And watch the video of your
Life with your Lord Savior
I can go in off your mom
They get along when they see the gun
And Dirty Dozen cross my arm
And it ain't a secret, get scared
And be nervous ‘cause I'ma be in
Jail in a cell with C-Murder
Shady is a general
A soldier form I showed it to him
He saved my life, I owe it too him
So compare it to anybody
I serve you on a platter
Your words don't even matter
You all you leavin' badder
I'm a hazard without bowl and loop doop
I shoot through people at super markets
While they ringin' up your fruit loops
You challengers get pushed off banisters
I'm unavoidable like anvals
Droppin' on toon characters

I'm the freak slasher
Chop bodies up in meat packer
I reach back for the necks
Choppin' your feet faster
Than Steven King, I repeatedly beat bastards
The pops for result of havin'
A meet in maggots when I see faggots
Put three in they fleece jackets
You bleed rapid
Poppin' all in your lead actors
Speed and acids when I mourn
Didn't even ask for it
Technique's hazardous
You needin' Jesus of Nazereth
To see what's happenin'
Means havin' your teeth chatterin'
Speak battlin'
Heat splatter your peeps abdomin
Sweet fashion, I reload and I keep blastin'
I breathe action
If you don't believe ask him

I'm sick of bitches, man
I done heard enough shit
Talk a lot of mouth like they wanna do it
Then they pull down they pants
And then I shoot fluid
Then they start runnin'
Screamin' like they God called them
And I called them back and
Then pulled a crackin' in
Stick my dick up in and make them rap again
They wanna rap for me and tell
Me that they love me kon Artis
You're my daddy and I don't
Wanna be your hubby
I can't be your hub, baby
I ain't gettin married
I'm stand fuckin' bitches
It really very scary
My lil cousin named Terry told me
That I fucked him too long
And then I gotta get a Jerry curl
To make 'em all keep drippin'
You niggas know I never really be trippin'
My beats bang
Make ears bleed through Walkman's
That's why people ignore you like
You ain't even talkin'
You chit chatter and get splattered
By a disease beat addict
That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis
I cut you off pickin' that gang green
Your man seen how I get ignorant
By losin' my spleen
The truth of the seen as soon as my team
Get on
We rule cities like 'Zila through Hong Kong
You wanna knew, you wanna know
You gotta ask my man Proof how
The fuck the flow goes

Pull it back, pull it back, pull it back
Pull it back we ain't wentin' no where
We sippin' Champagne
Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us
Shady Records, no chedder than us
Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us
Shady Records, I got your ears goin'
Like it's sparkles in my rhymes
Hotter than a felon in a carload full of 9's
Got the sparkles out to shine
Get your back up
And get your dollars out your spines
Because the head is ill
I'm in love with Natasha Betinville
Yo, faster than a Porsche
Make you disappear like advertisement
In The Source
So do it, baby, I want the sugar, baby
My sift from the rabies
Yo, Proof, D12, is on the hiatus
On a scale from 1-10
I'm an 8, wait, you don't know how 8 is
8 is Jigga that's me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim
Now I finally give you
The time I give you to
Bom Artis has got promise
And me and Proof and Swift and the Kon Artis
And it ain't over, boy, who you beef with
Trust me i'll tell you Puffy and you can
Lose big ‘cause it's that
Face it, I'm a brick face
You get it laced with a switch blade
Yo, I stab you with a mixtape
Tell your girl, ask her how my dick taste
I told you once before that I'm a brick face
I'm a big and I shine, plus I spit mace
Make all the bad boys
That's missin' listen up
Yo, next on this transition
And you know how it is
And you know when it's gravy
Next up, chigga chigga Slim Shady

I done figured this rap shit out
I map shit out strategically
Timing is everything and that seems
To be the key
To my success, it's worked for me repeatedly
Let 'em diss you first
And respond immediately
In order to master the art of war
Don't start a war
Shit, not no more, we done scared 'em off
There are no more victims to sic
I'm fixin' to pick some and start shit
Ain't got no pictures to rip and
Shit to throw darts at
Ain't got no more targets, shit, Irv and Jeff
We done beat 'em to death, Benzino in debt
There seems to just be no one left to bully
Bush is pussy why the fuck you think his
Name's Bush? Puss is bushy
Ain't shit goin' on, shit
I been gettin' so bored lately
I'm thinkin of doin' some shit
To get you to go and hate me again
To tell the truth
I liked the shit better then
Shit, I could spit better
I'm 'bout to kick this sick shit again
Look, the game just ain't the same
It's changin'
Shit, Dre's quittin', Jay's quittin'
Now it's just wangstas just
Sayin' the same shit
It's fake and it's ancient
It's makin' me so bored
I'ma just make a new language
Fubba you cubba kubba, yubba yub yubba yooba
Yooba can subbabick my dubbibbabick
Through a tooba summaladoomalama
I'm not a human
I'm a suicider supersonic suicidal unabomber
You think I'm the new Osama
Press thinks I'm the new Madonna
Jeffery Dahmer left me with his
Legacy to carry on
A lot of talk and rumors honest
"Who's the hottest?" – to be honest
Hip-hop ain't been the same since 2Pac
Moved to Cuba on us ayo, Shady Records
Ain't nobody better than us shady Records
Ain't gettin' more cheddar than us
Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us
Shady Records, muh'fucka
More cheddar than us

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