Kill Zone Freestyle - D12

'Bout to hit y’all with some freestyle shit

Merry Christmas motherfuckers, 2011

Get 'em, get 'em, yeah

Hey yo, I’m gone off that henny low cleaved and he smoked

Till he’s soaked and covered in blood and without a penny broke

I never was a mathematician, the class division bored me

I was snoring, dreamt of being a graphic villain

And caps we peeling, re-mash admission

Leave your face looking like a fatal crash collision

Blast the 5th and, dip out or throw you in the trunk

And like an old white lady’s butt your ass is missing (nigga!)

You can compare me to Rick Ross in some ways (Boss!)

Cause whenever you see the Boss you’re going to see Gun Play

Put the torch in your face and Daffy Duck your grill up

This ain’t Call of Duty, grab the uzi, get your kills up

Niggas be rolling, plus they claim they’re sitting on grams

But they never tell you their fucking Grams are Golden

I’m so serial, I’ll let the cannon Bussa Bus

In any Scenario, bitch, what the dealio?

I could take the hardest sack and turn it to a kiddy show

If I find you fucked like hide and go giddy yo

I am so vivid, let the bullets play hide and go get it

When I am pissed off, I am so livid

And niggas can’t fuck with us, new niggas or old ones

Fill your homies with hot hollows and grab a cold one

Who next flexing?

I lift my two hands up

A tech in each one, and you can forward this text message

Yall know Bizarre’s going to say some crazy shit (Yall know!)

Shade45 gon' play this shit, I’m amazing, BITCH!

I’m the best rapper ever

Get on stage in spandex and a tight ass leather (Damn!)

Lace weed, cocaine joints

Stop looking for Bin Laden, Bin Laden stay in Detroit

Brain froze, can’t feel my toes

All I need is an eight ball, and a picture of Amber Rose (Kanye!)

20 thousand, Delonte West can fuck my mother

50 thousand, he can sodomize my brother (Sorry bro)

Elton John said he’s a celibic fag (what's a celibic fag?)

A fag that don’t like dick in his ass (wow)

Gay or straight, fuck it, we all going to heaven

So put on some skinny jeans, and tongue kiss John Legend

I’m bout to go to Canada, I can’t wait

Tell bitches I know Drake and get my asshole ate

Eating pussy, naw, that ain’t cool

But what’s cool is eating ass hair with food

I’m a rude dude, Ruder then Jude

Baby face, NWA attitude (Fuck the police!)

And I smell food, time to eat

Pinky porno on, time to beat (I'M BOUT TO BUST!)

Wife went to work, time too cheat

In jail for rape, somebody call reap, I’m a freak!

No surviving this poisonous hybrid

You bitches skating on thin ice and falling inside of it

I am a human piranha, with a murderous persona

I’ll drown a nigga inside his own saliva and blood

The mental asylum kicked me out of it, it wasn’t enough

I need a higher, more maniacal place to call a club

I’m a cutthroat, a nasty old animal

That’ll crack a nigga fast as pistachios and mozzel tov

I stomp a nigga for being soft

See I’m just a dog that opened his mouth and broke the fucking muzzle off

I’m coming for your boss, at any cost

Here, watch this moss eat through his clothes like a mothball

I’m not y’all, stab a nigga with rusty daggers

Give him lock jaw, where they can’t open their trap

Imagine what hack saws could do to these rap frauds, you ain’t thugging

They should be knocking on wood like Jim Duggan

I’m hugging this Glock, I’mma squeeze like an anaconda

That’s standing on your block I’ll blast any bandana that I see

I’ll beat you with your own I.V.

in a 'spital

I’ll put a pillow over that widdle to squeeze

I’ve been a heathen, see I was my momma’s mistake

A born tyrant, I’m bombing where ever you bastards hibernate

They contemplate on killing me, I’m in the D' living it

I’m at the shooting range, and busting before I’m in that bitch