D12 - k** Zone (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Young Mase] Yeah, D12 is back in the building 'Bout to hit y'all with some freestyle sh** Merry Christmas motherf**ers, 2011 Get 'em, get 'em, yeah [Verse 1: Kuniva] 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 cla** 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 bu*t your a** is missing (n***a!) 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 k**s up n***as be rolling, plus they claim they're sitting on grams But they never tell you their f**ing Grams are Golden I'm so serial, I'll let the cannon Bussa Bus In any Scenario, b**h, what the dealio? I could take the hardest sack and turn it to a kiddy show If I find you f**ed 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 n***as can't f** with us, new n***as 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 [Verse 2: Bizarre] Yall know Bizarre's going to say some crazy sh** (Yall know!) Shade45 gon' play this sh**, I'm amazing, b*tch! I'm the best rapper ever Get on stage in spandex and a tight a** leather (Damn!) Lace weed, c**aine 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 f** my mother 50 thousand, he can sodomize my brother (Sorry bro) Elton John said he's a celibic f*g (what's a celibic f*g?) A f*g that don't like dick in his a** (wow) Gay or straight, f** 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 b**hes I know Drake and get my a**hole ate Eating p**y, naw, that ain't cool But what's cool is eating a** hair with food I'm a rude dude, Ruder then Jude Baby face, NWA attitude (f** the police!) And I smell food, time to eat Pinky p**no 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! [Verse 3: Swift] No surviving this poisonous hybrid You b**hes skating on thin ice and falling inside of it I am a human piranha, with a murderous persona I'll drown a n***a 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 n***a fast as pistachios and mozzel tov I stomp a n***a for being soft See I'm just a dog that opened his mouth and broke the f**ing 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 n***a 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 ba*tards hibernate They contemplate on k**ing me, I'm in the D' living it I'm at the shooting range, and busting before I'm in that b**h