Westwood Freestyle – D12 – letras

[Kuniva]Yo its Kuniva, I’ll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailorAnd cock the hammer back like tim the two man tailorYou best be on your best behavior before I slay yaAnd watch the video of your life with your lord saviorI can go in off your mom, they get along when they see the gunAnd dirty dozen cross my arm and it aint a secret get scaredAnd be nervous, cuz I’ma be in jail in a cell with C murderShady is a general, a soldier form I showed it to himHe saved my life I owe it too him, so compare it to anybodyI serve you on a platter your words dont even matterYou all you leavin badder, I’m a hazard without bowl and loop doopI shoot thru people at super markets while they ringin up your fruit loopsYou challengers get pushed off banisters, I’m unavoidable like anvalsDroppin on toon characters[Swifty]I’m the freak slasher, chop bodies up in meat packerI reach back for the necks, choppin your feet fasterThan Steven King, I repeatedly beat bastardsThe pops for result of havin a meet in maggotsWhen I see faggots, put three in they fleece jacketsYou bleed rapid, poppin all in ya lead actorsSpeed n acids when I mourn, didnt even ask for itTechnique’s hazardous, you needin Jesus of NazerethTo see what’s happenin, means havin your teeth chatterinSpeak battlin, heat splatter your peeps abdominSweet fashion, I reload and I keep blastinI breathe action, if you dont believe ask him[Kon Artis]I’m sick of bitches man, I done heard enough shitTalk alot of mouth like they wanna do itThen they pull down they pants and then I shoot fluidThen they start runnin screamin like they God called themAnd I called them back and then pulled a crackin inStick my dick up in and make them rap againThey wanna rap for me and tell me that they love meKon Artis your my daddy and I dont wanna be your hubbyI cant be your hub baby I aint gettin marriedI’m stand fuckin bitches, it really very scaryMy lil cousin named Terry told me that I fucked him too longAnd then I gotta get a Jerry curl to make ’em all keep drippinYou *****z know I never really be trippin, my beats bangMake ears bleed thru walkmens thats why people ignore you like you aint even talkinYou chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addictThat spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis I cut you offPickin that gang green your man seen how I get ignorantBy losin my spleen the truth of the seen as soon as my teamGet on we rule cities like zila thru Hong Kong, you wanna knewYou wanna know, you gotta ask my man Proof how the fuck the flow goes[Proof]Pull it back pull it back pull it back pull it backwe aint wentin no where, we sippin shampaneShady records, aint no body better than usShady records, no chedder than usShady records, aint no body better than usShady records, I got your ears goin like its ???(that is hard to tell)Hotter than a fellon in a carload full of ninesGot the sparkles out to shine, get your back upAnd get your dollars out ya spinesBecause the head is ill I’m in love with Natasha BetinvilleYo faster than a Porsche, make you disappearLike advertisement in the Source, so do it babyI want the sugar baby, my sift from the rabiesYo Proof D12 is on the haitus, on a scale from 1-10I’m an 8, wait you dont know how 8 is, 8 is jiggaThats me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim, now I finally give youThe time I give you to Bom Artis has got promiseAnd me and proof and swift and the Kon ArtisAnd it aint over boy, who you beef with trust meI’ll tell you Puffy and you can lose big, cuz its thatFace it, I’m a brick face, you get it laced wit a switch bladeYo I stab you wit a mixtape, tell ya girl ask her how my dick tasteI told you once before that I’m a brick face, I’m a big and I shine plus I spit maceMake all the bad boys thats missin listen up yo next on this transitionAnd you know how it is and you know when its gravy next upChigga chigga Slim Shady[Eminem]I don’t figure this rap shit out, I map shit out strategicallyTiming is everything and that seems to be the keyTo my success I’ve murked from me repeatably (we beat emcees)Timing is everything and seem to be the keyLet them diss your first then respond immediatleyIn order to master the art of war, don’t start a warShit not no more we dun scared em off there are no moreVictims this sick, I’m fixin’ to pick some to start shitAin’t got no pictures to rip and shit to throw darts atAin’t go no more targets,Shit irv and jeff we beat’em to death, benzino in debtIt seems to just be no one left to bullyBush is pussy, why the fuck you think his name is bush? Puss is bushyAin’t shit goin on. Shit I been gettin’ so bored latley,I’m thinking of doing some shit to get you to go hate me, againTo tell the truth I like the shit better thenShit I could spit better, about to kick that sick shit againLook, the game just ain’t the same, it changinShit Dre’s quittin’, Jay’s quittin’, now it just wankstasJust sayin’ the same shit, its fake and its ancientIt’s making me so bored I’m gonna just make a new languageFubba you cova cubba, ubba you ubba oobaYouba can subbabick my dadibbabick through a tubasum other luma lamaI’m not a human, I’ma a suicidal supersonic suicidal uni-bomberyou think im the new OsamaPress thinks I’m the new madonnaJeffery Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry onAlot of talk and rumors on us, who’s the hottest to be honestHip-hop ain’t been the same since Tupac moved to Cuba on us