D12 — Freestyle Track 28

[Verse 1: Kuniva] Yo, it's Kuniva, I'll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor And cock the hammer back like Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor You best be on your best behavior before I slay ya And watch the video of your life with your Lord Savior I can go in off your mom, they get along when they see the gun And Dirty Dozen cross my arm and it ain't a secret, get scared And be nervous ‘cause I'ma be in jail in a cell with C-Murder Shady is a general, a soldier form I showed it to him He saved my life, I owe it too him, so compare it to anybody I serve you on a platter, your words dont even matter You all you leavin' badder I'm a hazard without bowl and loop doop I shoot through people at super markets While they ringin' up your fruit loops You challengers get pushed off banisters I'm unavoidable like anvals, droppin' on toon characters [Verse 2: Swifty] I'm the freak slasher, chop bodies up in meat packer I reach back for the necks, choppin' your feet faster Than Steven King, I repeatedly beat bastards The pops for result of havin' a meet in maggots When I see faggots, put three in they fleece jackets You bleed rapid, poppin' all in your lead actors Speed and acids when I mourn, didn't even ask for it Technique's hazardous, you needin' Jesus of Nazereth To see what's happenin', means havin' your teeth chatterin' Speak battlin', heat splatter your peeps abdomin Sweet fashion, I reload and I keep blastin' I breathe action, if you dont believe ask him [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I'm sick of bitches, man, I done heard enough shit Talk a lot of mouth like they wanna do it Then they pull down they pants and then I shoot fluid Then they start runnin', screamin' like they God called them And I called them back and then pulled a crackin' in Stick my dick up in and make them rap again They wanna rap for me and tell me that they love me Kon Artis, you're my daddy and I dont wanna be your hubby I can't be your hub, baby, I ain't gettin married I'm stand fuckin' bitches, it really very scary My lil cousin named Terry told me that I fucked him too long And then I gotta get a Jerry curl to make 'em all keep drippin' You niggas know I never really be trippin', my beats bang Make ears bleed through Walkman's That's why people ignore you like you ain't even talkin' You chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addict That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis, I cut you off Pickin' that gang green, your man seen how I get ignorant By losin' my spleen, the truth of the seen as soon as my team Get on, we rule cities like 'Zila through Hong Kong You wanna knew, you wanna know You gotta ask my man Proof how the fuck the flow goes [Verse 4: Proof] Pull it back, pull it back, pull it back, pull it back We ain't wentin' no where, we sippin' Champagne Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us Shady Records, no chedder than us Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us Shady Records, I got your ears goin' Like it's sparkles in my rhymes Hotter than a felon in a carload full of 9's Got the sparkles out to shine, get your back up And get your dollars out your spines Because the head is ill, I'm in love with Natasha Betinville Yo, faster than a Porsche Make you disappear like advertisement in The Source So do it, baby, I want the sugar, baby My sift from the rabies Yo, Proof, D12, is on the hiatus, on a scale from 1-10 I'm an 8, wait, you don't know how 8 is, 8 is Jigga That's me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim, now I finally give you The time I give you to Bom Artis has got promise And me and Proof and Swift and the Kon Artis And it ain't over, boy, who you beef with, trust me I'll tell you Puffy and you can lose big ‘cause it's that Face it, I'm a brick face, you get it laced with a switch blade Yo, I stab you with a mixtape Tell your girl, ask her how my dick taste I told you once before that I'm a brick face I'm a big and I shine, plus I spit mace Make all the bad boys that's missin' listen up Yo, next on this transition, and you know how it is And you know when it's gravy Next up, chigga-chigga Slim Shady [Verse 5: Eminem] I done figured this rap shit out I map shit out strategically Timing is everything and that seems to be the key To my success, it's worked for me repeatedly Let 'em diss you first, and respond immediately In order to master the art of war, don't start a war Shit, not no more, we done scared 'em off, there are no more Victims to sic, I'm fixin' to pick some and start shit Ain't got no pictures to rip and shit to throw darts at Ain't got no more targets, shit, Irv and Jeff We done beat 'em to death, Benzino in debt There seems to just be no one left to bully, Bush is pussy Why the fuck you think his name's Bush? Puss is bushy Ain't shit goin' on, shit, I been gettin' so bored lately I'm thinkin of doin' some shit To get you to go and hate me again To tell the truth, I liked the shit better then Shit, I could spit better, I'm 'bout to kick this sick shit again Look, the game just ain't the same, it's changin' Shit, Dre's quittin', Jay's quittin' Now it's just wangstas just sayin' the same shit It's fake and it's ancient It's makin' me so bored, I'ma just make a new language Fubba you cubba kubba, yubba yub yubba yooba Yooba can subbabick my dubbibbabick through a tooba Summaladoomalama I'm not a human, I'm a suicider supersonic suicidal unabomber You think I'm the new Osama Press thinks I'm the new Madonna Jeffery Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry on A lot of talk and rumors honest "Who's the hottest?" – to be honest Hip-hop ain't been the same since 2Pac moved to Cuba on us [Outro: Proof] Ayo, Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us Shady Records, ain't gettin' more cheddar than us Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us Shady Records, muh'fucka, more cheddar than us