Proof - Westwood Freestyle lyrics

yo flash back to my forgotten past high off my rockin hash i put my face inside a stocking mask i put a gun in a purse and run in a church rob a piece one and the first to come with the worst now for a piece a bit scarier than a pit terrior camoufalge an a**a**in's well lit area i'ma die at the flesh conducting your d**h k**ing that b**h a** noise just thumping my chest,yo when your dad come blast a magnum and rob 'em call him a tigeress(?) psychiatrist with problems i need help and i'm ready to leave hell having deep felt nightmares and still sleep well i'm the beginning like s** and s**m seduced by ?? and affects his germ a lesson learned with these stress filled nerves stand in hell but naked while my fesh just burns to the bone don't stop when it's on microphones without the metradome watch me stretch your dome easily it's done D12 we do this we flow like water slaughter your grandaughter you can't end this particular brand water vehicler man slaughter my dick's in your grandaughter i'm back to tell y'all how we spell y'all expell these D12 one-to-the-dozen slim shade made good came back in hood i almost messed up on my and slurred to the judge said i don't care about your court room i snort shrooms yeah i crush em up like motrin(?) devoting tear your life abortion a portion of my freestyle brain cells make it rain hell and tim westwood put your best foot forward and get f**ed up by this clique it's d12 and we make more noise than hell!!