Proof - Westwood Freestyle lyrics

rate me

yo flash back to my forgotten past

high off my rockin hash

i put my face inside a stocking mask

i put a gun in a purse

and run in a church

rob a piece one and the first

to come with the worst

now for a piece a bit scarier

than a pit terrior

camoufalge an assassin's well lit area

i'ma die at the flesh

conducting your death

killing that bitch ass noise just thumping my chest,yo

when your dad come blast a magnum and rob 'em

call him a tigeress(?) psychiatrist with problems

i need help and i'm ready to leave hell

having deep felt nightmares and still sleep well

i'm the beginning like sex and sperm

seduced by ??

and affects his germ

a lesson learned

with these stress filled nerves

stand in hell but naked while my fesh just burns

to the bone

don't stop when it's on

microphones without the metradome

watch me stretch your dome

easily it's done D12 we do this we flow like water

slaughter your grandaughter

you can't end this particular brand water

vehicler man slaughter

my dick's in your grandaughter

i'm back to tell y'all

how we spell y'all

expell these D12 one-to-the-dozen

slim shade made good

came back in hood

i almost messed up on my and slurred to the judge

said i don't care about your court room

i snort shrooms

yeah i crush em up like motrin(?)

devoting

tear your life abortion

a portion of my freestyle brain cells

make it rain hell

and tim westwood

put your best foot

forward and get fucked up by this clique

it's d12 and we make more noise than hell!!