Canon Freestyle - D12

A loose canon, when they see the strap, they scatter

I got bitches busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner

I roll thick as Britannicas, niggas push the panic button

Breathing harder than Darth Vader, when I confront em

Stunting in front of your people?

I treat that ass like Evel Knievel

Crush every bone in your cerebral, I drink liters when I see you

Don’t give a fuck about who you is

I split on your people, you’re loony, gonna get Uzi-fed

You Can’t touch this, they pray that I will stop

My Glock have these hoes shaking like Michael J Fox

I’m from Murder Mitten, before we pop, we smack heads

For that dope I find me a pipe to crack heads

Leave 'em bleedin' in the streets

And you can see me leaving the scene with bloody cleats

You can follow these feet and meet me in the alley

There’s no hiding and I’mma creep you from behind like Bishop

And I ain’t yelling Riverside, a lotta police died

I fucked up they stinging operation

By swarm in their ass like a beehive

I cause havoc, you can’t stop it

I cock it, and walk with caution tape in my back pocket

High off oxycotin vodka, And I’mma talk more shit

Than Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer

I slam my counselor, can’t talk me out of this massacre

And I be shootin' up his office with a Calico

Beef when I shucking and diving, tactical vest

They tucking the guns, we tucking the knives

And Bizarre snatchin' the keys like «Fuck it I’m Driving»

Jump on the sidewalk park on your kids

On Bizzy’s nuts cause he’s driving

Kuniva waving an empty 5k niggas ducking and hiding

Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking surprising

Wentworth, my niggas having discussions of diving

Party City, spend a couple of bucks on disguises

I’m so far away, to niggas I’m on the horizon, network of shooters behind me

like I fuck up Verizon

I see you bitches looking soft with your flyers and your softer tires

Have your fingernails ripped of with pliers

Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with fires

Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of tires

Boss with fires, higher like I’ve been tossed in fire

Cough get higher our peasants gon' floss with sire

For what will never be a task cause I shut shit down

On your block with the hammers like talk that fuck shit now!

Got a kush habit, person who I fuck with pounds

Gun fetish, I fucks with rounds, every bitch I fucks with’s down

And for one hand, she suck dick now

She on some smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip down

Ever since I was a young buck I kept money under the matress

This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking stabber (Uhhh!)

This is what happens, this is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!)

Bitch, you looking at the captain!

Come get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass licking

I’m past trippin, never went to high school I was class skippin'

G.O.A.T.

slinger, new head-banger, Wu-Tang member, 39th chamber

Sunni Muslim, out here living real foul

Pray 5 times a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW

Robber with no mask, broken arm with no cast

Oak Park High School, EP and Thad

Cold as ice, matter of fact, I’m too cool

Strangle you with an inner tube (uh.)

Check a nigga’s oil like I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)

Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a dart

And how much you owing, you ain’t gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!)

Drink water, be smart;

Fuck Superman, be Clark!

The wild-ass animals, they coming after dark (hahaha!)

Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2

2 middle fingers, and I’m sayin' «FUCK YOU!»

Gangbanging, we always down for a fight

And we throw them letters up quicker than fuckin' Vanna White

Hennessy on Sprite, me and Tina no Ike

(Bite a nigga’s ear off) Bitch don’t forget about Mike!

Yo, I’m down for my niggas, so die for me, no fakin' (un-uh)

And when it’s on, the only question is whose car we taking?

(Let's go!)

That’s called brotherhood, live from the east side

A murder fest is taking place, we ride when the G’s ride

So off with your head, I leave you coughing up red fluid

I’ll do it, police interfere then it’s officer dead

I swear, let me hear you talk to the feds

And I’mma get your brother shanked for a carton of squares

Break you down like the kilo

On your wedding day climb out from under the gazebo

Pull you out of your tuxedo

Drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and clean clothes

With a pack of goons and every picture is the mean pose (Yes ma’am)

Return of the Dozen, for thinking shit sweet

I’ll put one in your muffin, right in front of your cousin (oh shit!)

Tell your mom to stop wantin' my lovin'

Put a shot into a pregnant chick’s stomach, put one in her oven

I’ll milk carton your little niece, yeah the bitch missin'

I’m dead wrong but you just dead, big difference!

Chunky rings on the finger leave a bunch of imprints

Body in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww)

I see dead people like The Sixth Sense

They walk around alive and they don’t even know they’re dead until the 5th hit

(fuck!)

Nigga where them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread

Meet me in the back room and tell your girl I need some head (right now!)

You don’t want a problem, street sweeper hit your dingy ass

With the four fifths or greet him at the door with your friendly ass

Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the face

Made nigga, K splitter, grave digger

Y’all a bunch of coochy-actin' bitches

Now the checks flyin'

The old G’s will tell you, wet pussy is the best kind