Kill Zone (Freestyle)
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yeah d12 is back in the buildin’ about to hit yall’ with some freestyle shit marry christmas motherfuckers 2011, get em’ get em’ yeah! ayo’ im goin’ up that hinne’ low cleveland he smoked, till siaked and coverd blood and without a penny, broke i never was a mathematician in class division bored me, i was snoring. drempt of being a graphic villan, then caps we pillin’ re-mash admishin. make ya’ face lookin’ like a fatal crash collision. blast a 5th and. tip, out. i’ll throw you in the trunk, kinda like an old white ladies but, your ass is missin’ nigga’ you can’ compare me too rick ross, in some ways. its whenever you see the boss you gonna’ see gun play. put the torch in your face and daffy duck in breal up. this ain’t call of duty grab the oozy get cha ‘ kills up. nigga’s be rollin’ plus they claim they sittin’ on grands but they never tell you they fucking gram’s are golden. im so cereal. i’ll let the cannon busta, bust. in any senario. bitch what the dilio. i could take the hardest. sack then’ turn it too a kiddy’ show if i find you fucked. like hide and go giddy yo’. i am so vivid let the bullets play hide and go get it. when i am pist off, i am so livid. and nigga’s can’t fuck with us. new nigga’s or old ones. hit’ ya homies with hot hollows and grab a cold one. who next flexin’? i lift my two hands up. i taken’ each one, and you can forward this text message. y’all know bizzares gunna say some crazy shit say 45 goin’ play shit im amazin’ bitch im the best rapper ever get on stage in spandex and tight as leather, lace weed, cocain twins stop lookin’ for bin laden, bin laden stay in detroit brain, froze can’t feel my toes all i need is an eight ball, and a picher of amborose 20 thousand, dalante west can fuck my mother 50 thousand, he can sodamize my brother eltan john say hes a celivic fag (whats a celivic fag?) a fag who don’t like dick in his ass (wow) damn straight fuck it, we all going to heaven so pull up some skinny jeans, and tongue kill john legend im bout’ to go to canada, i can’t wait tell bitches i know drake, and get my asshole ate eatin’ pussy, nahh that aint cool but whats cool’ is eating ass hair with food im a rude dude ruder then jude baby face and if you aint attitude and i smell food time to eat pinky pornawoah time to beat wife went to work, time too cheat in jail for rape somebody call reap, imma freak! no survivin’ this poison is hybrid bitches escaping on this ice, then fall out the side of it i am a human perana, with a murderus’ persona i dround a nigga’ inside his own saliva and blood the mental isilum kicked me out, of it out it, it wasnt enough i need a higher, more minatical place to call a club imma’ cut throat a nasty old animal that will crack a nigga’ fast as a pastsheo’s and mozzeltove i stomp a nigga’ for being soft im just a dog that opened his mouth and broke the fuckin’ muzzle off im cummin’ for your balls at any cost, your washed it mars skeept through his cloths like a marg maller im not sure stab a nigga’ with rusty daggers give em’ lock jaw, where they can’t open there trapper imagine what hack saws could do to these rap frauds you ain’t thuggin they should be knockin’ on wood like jim dougin im huggin’ this glock and imma’ squeez like an anaconda thats standin’ on your block ill blast any bandana that i see i’ll beat cha’ with your own i.v. in a spitte, i’ll put a pillow over that widdle and squeez i’ve been a heaten see i was my momma’s mistake i born tirein’ im bombin where ever you basterds hibernate they contimplate on killin me, im in the d’ livin it im at the shootin range,a nd im bustin before im in that bitch<br /> <br /> Thanks to razvan
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