I Go Off (Freestyle)

//**NOTE: INCOMPLETE**// [Intro] Yeah, Yeah! (Bust these niggas man!) Yeah I see y'all bitch ass niggas man (Put hand on these niggas) Guess what man? We Baaack (For Real) Off some freestyle shit man, D12 man Man you should see the clip on this bitch man Man touch one of these niggas souls man It's for real [Verse 1: Kuniva] 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) [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] 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 [Verse 3: Bizarre] 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