D12 - Killzone (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

Yeah

D12 is back in the buildin'

About to hit ya'll' with some freestyle shit

Marry christmas motherfuckers

2011, get em' get em' yeah!

Ayo'

I'm 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. it's 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. I'm 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

I'm amazin' bitch

I'm 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 (what's 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

I'm bout' to go to canada, I can't wait

Tell bitches I know drake, and get my asshole ate

Eatin' pussy, nahh that ain't cool

But what's cool' is eating ass hair with food

I'm a rude dude

Ruder then jude

Baby face and if you ain't 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, I'm a 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 wasn't enough

I need a higher, more minatical place to call a club

I'm a' 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

I'm just a dog that opened his mouth and broke the fuckin' muzzle off

I'm cummin' for your balls

At any cost, your washed it mars skeept through his cloths like a marg maller

I'm 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

I'm huggin' this glock and I'm a' squeez like an anaconda

That's standin' on your block I'll 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' I'm bombin where ever you basterds hibernate

They contimplate on killin me, I'm in the d' livin it

I'm at the shootin range, a need I'm bustin before I'm in that bitch