D12 — Kuniva Freestyle Made You Look

[Intro: Kuniva] Ha! ([????] [????]) Yeah, tell your mama that You know, tell your sister (D12) Tell your brother (I be Kuniva) Shut your damn mouth (hey yo, hey yo) Yo [Verse] Kuniva is the type that'll hide in your bushes Late that night, jump out and invite you to a fight (what up, doe) For the hell of it, I'll fuck Missy Elliot (for real) Don't give a damn if her belly gets in my way, I'm still nailing it Got this verbal TEC-9 spitting at you for telling shit (BLOAW!) Get this dead body off the stage, I'm tired of smelling it! Shot dice with Prime Minister Pete Nice He hit me with his cane, so I stabbed him with a cheap knife (ugh) You know I blast fast (that's right) you still going to lose Even if you use big ass words like razztazz (la la la) I'm still straining, double barrel and shotgun and Kurt Cobaining Drinking and smoking and 80 caine and Walking the Green Mile, your moms hated rap So I put a gun into her, kicked an hour long freestyle ([?]) I'm hitting switches in this Z28 (zzz zzz zzz) And I'm in deep, Diamond D caught me in digging in his crate (come here nigga (x7))