I Go Off Freestyle - D12

Man you should see the clip on this bitch man

Man touch one of these niggas souls man

It’s for real

Niggas 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' nigga up in the lunch line

Show stopper, fo-fo popper, so proper

D-12 criminal operations, no doctor

Living…

Sitting high up in the ranks like a booster chair

Wake you up in the morning, ain’t no roosters here

Just a nigga with a gun and mask you should fear!

Wake up bitch!

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 ratchet

Knife or a gun, either way will start 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

Heart below zero 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…

Talk tough, but wouldn’t spill a drink in a bar fight

Dirty Dozen back on that bullshit for real

Death to anybody before the clips could seal

(Bang, Bang)

The Grim Reaper

Walk streets and apply heater

The street sweeper to pop nigga out of their sneakers

I strangle anybody ya main boss a diva

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 bust heavy metal with steady body countin'

A scoundrel, dirty rotten, my beat is unforgettable

The niggas 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

I belligerent so fuck cases!

I’m not the type to conversate with the corpse in my basement

I’m wasted daily, I BATHE in my drink

I be ARGUING with my shrink everyday of the 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

They don’t say shit!

I’ll saran wrap your family

I’m lyrically anthrax, I’m passin out Tampax

The bitch niggas gotta vendetta …

I’m a gorilla, …

You ain’t a gangster, you’re a lab rat

After I stab them

Mass murder without the mass

A poker night without the cash

A stripper without a ass

A slut without a dad

You’re crazy!

Live from Saint Louis, Missouri

Two murder cases left a hung jury

They ban Bizarre from MTV

Jumping on the stage like Lil Mama did to Jay-Z

When I’m gonna get up on stage I’m gonna do a whole song

Yellow thong with a sign saying 'Can we get along?'

When I went to L.A. a hundred niggas tried to jump me

Rocking shoes that put me over the table and tried to fuck me, (aha!)

Kuniva snuffed me, D-12 dumped me

Fuckin' fag go get your ass a piece some company (Fag!)

Fly down sunset, driving real fast

Watchin' Kim Kardashian gettin' in a sick car crash (Watch out!)

That’s too fucking bad, someone call her dad

And tell him Reggie Bush is a fag

Raping little girls, taking all they lunches

Hit them in the face with fuckin' Pacquiáo punches

A hundred crunches, a hundred lunges

Round off kick, hit them with a fuckin'…

Bomb shit, bomb quick

I got the bomb so bitch, I’m the bomb, bitch!

Bomb whips, bomb on Rick (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