On Fire Freestyle - D12

If you say that you hungry, then I ain’t concerned

Unless you came in this game with a tapeworm

The phantom of hip-hop, cause this is the doctrine of a madman

And I’m assassinating doctors, no shot treatment is needed

I’m up in the hospital weeded with bloody orthopedics

I’m giving it to innocent people that don’t need it

And I’m exporting you niggas without a heater

Keep them breathin' nut there’s none worthy

If I ain’t out murkin' motherfuckers, I’m cold turkey

Or worst thing since Percy

When I was younger, my momma placed me in the dirty nursery

That’s why they labeled me a cursed beast, I’m blood-thirsty

I pop up, unexpectedly like a herpe

I murder you for dirt, cheap

Open up that door like Lurch

And I’m murk the first nigga that I see

When I guillotine, I slit a niggas brain

And slit it till you get rap and signature, my name

The pinnacle of insane, my genitals remain

Bigger then a Afro-Puffs, on cranium arrange

Shit, it’s normal till I end with a gauge

Cut your life short, like an editor with blades

I’m a predator, infrared up in the trees

When I conversate I’ll be shootin' more in a breeze

I breath bitches to their knees

Givin' them stitches with a rusted needle and barb wires

Sealin' their lips I’m justa', opposite of narcoleptic

I breathe darkness, sleepwalker tearing the tees off these hawkers

I throw you hoes in the ocean

And seen it to souls that the air force is exploding with seahorses

Like me, my sorcerist is talking bitchy

This ain’t Pulp Fiction, my addiction is torture methods

I rap, like I got a chip on my shoulder

This ain’t no chip, this is a 15 pound boulder

Practicing yoga, meditatin' on death

Bottle of Vicodin ‘till ain’t nothing left

I got an Idea lets play butt-naked hokey-pokey

Cut off the lights, listen to Esham and hold me (Yeah)

Damn my neighbor is nosey, close the blinds

This kid ain’t ten, he’s barely nine

Nice behind.

Damn, I’m talkin' about a kid

I’m talkin' about rapes, I’m talkin' about a bed

Mia, my wife’s Spanish she’s been fuckin' from the back

I’m in the other room tongue-kissing the cat

«Damn, this is one sick motherfucker (Aha)

He talks about rape and he’ll tongue-kiss your brother» (Damn)

Rape your grandma in the ass and I put a plug

Hide out for 30 days and wait for her period to come (Yeah)

30th day I beat her ass for nothing

Bitch is 65 years old, that period ain’t comin'

I’m a Lutheran, a catholic, a Jehovah witness, a baptist

A Muslim, I’m a faggot, Go-Go Gadget!

Kickin' down your door with a 44.-matic

And the size will make you shake like a know dope addict

Turn a robbery into something more tragic

«Don't shoot, here’s my watch it’s all Rolls gold have it»

Bitch!

I coined the phrase «I'm goin' in»

Your mom insisting play the game

The first tongue on my dong wins

They says the Dozen was slippin', yo how’d you figure that

Slap the drool out of your mouth, tell you to spit a rap

Breakin every bone in your hand, homie Twitter that

I am like a Chinese chef the way I’m killin cats

See a fool screamin at his caddy and then I prop it up

Get the kinda stuff that make your toilet keep stoppin' up

We cannot stop the cuts after I tie you in a chair

And grab the Ginsu knives, now we can chop it up

I’ll take it easy if your chick’s pregnant

I’ll wait until your kid’s stretchin then sock him in his midsection (ah!)

Don’t ever try to slug me, I’ll leave the back of your head bloody

So when you wipe it looks like you’re doin' the Dougie

So don’t trust me, I’m grimy and unlucky

Voice-mails from your bitch like, «Kuniva, come fuck me!»

Gritty, know every nook and cranny of the city

Bullet for every fool that Mr. T pitied

I smell pussy and I don’t see titties

Cash buried underground, Dirty Money, P. Diddy

Shifty off the remmy or the Henny

Hit your Bentley I’m simply demandin

And I’m never fuckin bitches gently, gang around

All up in the crib pistol hangin out (sup bitch)

Likes the way I rhyme and I love the way she slang her mouth

Throw your whole grill out and I’m goin' apeshit

Take 6 from this banana clip before I peel out

Fuck y’all, I don’t give you that cause I don’t trust y’all

Tell your momma she need a baby nigga to get suck the duck ball

Only one D12, only one group

So how can so much filth fit inside one booth?

There’s only one Shady so there’s only one truth

Until you sell over 8 mill we are that group (ouch)

Hey yo Maestro

What the fuck happened?

I mean for real

What the fuck happened?

Hey!

Turn this shit off!

Fuck

Married to game a benevolent groom

Bachelor party, arranged shoot up the reverend in June

Reference the goons, you have to give the elephants room

Run shit from the elegant room to the president’s tomb

D12, one plus eleven is noon

Make a community feel like heaven’s sent to them

And if I have to get my intelligence room

Be at your residence soon

Guns on me lookin like an evidence room

And that fits range, that python, that shit snapped bones

You’d rather be shot with it than bitch-smacked holmes

After dark DJ’s will put your kid-raps on, but

For that young money my nigga you’ll get kidnapped holmes

After triple-countin the bread you can get back home

Collect the ransom, told my driver, «Take this bitch back home»

Conversation’s recorded, gotta get that phone

It’s got valuable information on the bricks' that’s flown

The confidential on hoes and the dicks' that’s blown

D12, the reason ya girl done bring a thick ass home

And I need help on the bitches, gotta get back home

So they won’t be asking «When will you get back home?»

I call yo bitch like «Bitch, come and pick this bitch up,»

Got her on speed dial, she used to come and get this dick up

She call like «You have a few minutes to come and get this quick nut?»

I have a few second ma, I can get come and get this dick sucked

Fuzz Scoota!

Newest member of D12

What Up!

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We on Fire!

And we (don't stop)