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D12( D-12 )
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I Go Off (Freestyle)
(Bust these niggas man!) Yeah I see y'all bitch ass niggas man (Put hand on these niggas) Guess what man? We Baaack (For Real) Off some freestyle shit man, D12 man Man you should see the clip on this bitch man Man touch one of these niggas souls man Niggers are brave until they cross that gun line Bust 9s, come through like Jordan in clutch time Play the streets if we have to that we bust rhymes Ain't enough stabbin' ... D-12 criminal operations, no doctor Sitting high up in the ranks like a booster chair Wake you up in the morning, ain't no roosters here Just a nigger with a gun and mask you should fear! I'll hit in the head with a hammer Fucking mom's is got her doggy style, adjusting the camera Going loco, we tucking the Mac and grabbin' the (?) Night for the gun, either way is going tragic! Go and tell my black pack they don't know what rap is Bullets hit this quick ... And you throw my mood swings like women on their menstrum Tommy gun smoking like an old exhaust pipe ... touch me and you're cross bite Let a couple shots break you up and your stop light Don't hang up enough to make it to top... You and me is like comparing... ... the way you spill the drink in a bar fight Dirty Dozen back on that bullshit for real Death to anybody before the clips could seal The Grim Reaper Walk streets and apply ... The street sweeper to pop nigger out of their sneakers I strangle anybody ... I sprinkle and bleaching your cannabis sativa These buck shots can turn your face into a pizza Leaving them slump like the Leaning Tower of Pisa I treat my heat like a Visa I never leave without it I bought heavy metal with steady body countin' I ... my beat is unforgettable The niggers I fought young are still in the hospital I'm conquering the missions that you find impossible Like breaking in the woman's locker room with my iPhone The walls of my nostrils are damaged for crushin' Oxycontins Sniff it, walk up the cops an ask them to lock me up Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm not the type to conversate with the corpse in my basement I'm wasted daily, I (?) to my drink I'll be out there with the shrink, everyday a week Nigga's hiding until they face look like taco meat And nothing change with the shell in my chamber in a (?) It's Genghis Khan slash satan, nuts dangling So heavy that I drag bitches on the pavement I'll saran wrap your family I'm lyrical no threat, I'm ... The bitch niggas gotta vendetta ... You ain't a gangster, you're a lab rat Mass murder without the mass A poker night without the cash A stripper without her ass Live form Saint Louis Missouri Two murder cases left ... jury They ban Bizarre from MTV Jumping on the stage like little mama did Jay-Z When I'm gonna get up on stage I'm gonna do the whole song Yellow thong with a sign said 'Can we get along?' When I went to L.A. a hundred niggers tried to jump me ... when tried to fuck me, aha! Kuniva snuffed me, D-12 dumped me Fuckin' fag go get ... some company (You Fag!) Fly down sunset, driving real fast Watchin' Kim Kardashian gettin' in a sick car crash That's too fucking bad, someone call her dad Tell him Reggie Bush is a fag Raping little girls, taking of their lunches Hit them in the face with fuckin' ... A hundred crunches, a hundred punches Round off kick, hit them with... Bomb shit, bomb quick To bitch I'm the bomb, bitch! I'm gonna bomb on you Bitch you ain't gonna bomb on shit! Bomb dick, bomb click Ever since I've been a bomb Bitch you ain't been the bomb since Nonsense, stop this shit Hey, yo yo stop this shit
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