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canon (freestyle) - d12 lyrics

[verse 1: swift]
a loose canon, when they see the strap, they scatter
i got b-tches busting out of their clothes like bruce banner
i roll thick as britannicas, n-ggas push the panic b-tton
breathing harder than darth vader, when i confront em
stunting in front of your people? i treat that -ss like evel knievel
crush every bone in your cerebral, i drink liters when i see you
don’t give a f-ck about who you is
i split on your people, you’re loony, gonna get uzi-fed
you can’t touch this, they pray that i will stop
my glock have these hoes shaking like michael j fox
i’m from murder mitten, before we pop, we smack heads
for that dope i find me a pipe to crack heads
leave ’em bleedin’ in the streets
and you can see me leaving the scene with bl–dy cleats
you can follow these feet and meet me in the alley
there’s no hiding and i’mma creep you from behind like bishop
and i ain’t yelling riverside, a lotta police died
i f-cked up they stinging operation
by swarm in their -ss like a beehive
i cause havoc, you can’t stop it
i c-ck it, and walk with caution tape in my back pocket
high off oxycotin vodka, and i’mma talk more sh-t
than andy milanokis and knock me out a bouncer
i slam my counselor, can’t talk me out of this m-ssacre
and i be shootin’ up his office with a calico

[verse 2: fuzz scoota]
beef when i shucking and diving, tactical vest
they tucking the guns, we tucking the knives
and bizarre sn-tchin’ the keys like “f-ck it i’m driving”
jump on the sidewalk park on your kids
on bizzy’s nuts cause he’s driving
kuniva waving an empty 5k n-ggas ducking and hiding
swift f-cking that g-y–ss 23 sounds so f-cking surprising
wentworth, my n-ggas having discussions of diving
party city, spend a couple of bucks on disguises
i’m so far away, to n-ggas i’m on the horizon, network of shooters behind me like i f-ck up verizon
i see you b-tches looking soft with your flyers and your softer tires
have your fingernails ripped of with pliers
well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with fires
doing donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of tires
boss with fires, higher like i’ve been tossed in fire
cough get higher our peasants gon’ floss with sire
for what will never be a task cause i shut sh-t down
on your block with the hammers like talk that f-ck sh-t now!
got a kush habit, person who i f-ck with pounds
gun fetish, i f-cks with rounds, every b-tch i f-cks with’s down
and for one hand, she suck d-ck now
she on some sm-t sh-t now, or met a boy with a nut drip down

[verse 3: bizarre]
ever since i was a young buck i kept money under the matress
this dr. dre, is gonna to be another f-cking stabber (uhhh!)
this is what happens, this is a f-cking chain reaction (all aboard!)
b-tch, you looking at the captain!
come get this -ss-kicking, bizarre party high and join the -ss l!cking
i’m past trippin, never went to high school i was cl-ss skippin’
g.o.a.t. slinger, new head-banger, wu-tang member, 39th chamber
sunni muslim, out here living real foul
pray 5 times a day, then eat a pig and a cow, wow
robber with no mask, broken arm with no cast
oak park high school, ep and thad
cold as ice, matter of fact, i’m too cool
strangle you with an inner tube (uh..)
check a n-gga’s oil like i work for jiffy lube (stab a n-gga!)
f-ck a gun, b-tch, i hit yo -ss with a dart
and how much you owing, you ain’t gonna have no f-cking heart (b-tch!)
drink water, be smart; f-ck superman, be clark!
the wild–ss animals, they coming after dark (hahaha!)
return of the dozen, motherf-cker, part 2
2 middle fingers, and i’m sayin’ “f-ck you!”
g-ngb-nging, we always down for a fight
and we throw them letters up quicker than f-ckin’ vanna white
hennessy on sprite, me and tina no ike
(bite a n-gga’s ear off) b-tch don’t forget about mike!

[verse 4: kuniva]
yo, i’m down for my n-ggas, so die for me, no fakin’ (un-uh)
and when it’s on, the only question is whose car we taking? (let’s go!)
that’s called brotherhood, live from the east side
a murder fest is taking place, we ride when the g’s ride
so off with your head, i leave you coughing up red fluid
i’ll do it, police interfere then it’s officer dead
i swear, let me hear you talk to the feds
and i’mma get your brother shanked for a carton of squares
break you down like the kilo
on your wedding day climb out from under the gazebo
pull you out of your tuxedo
drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and clean clothes
with a pack of goons and every picture is the mean pose (yes ma’am)
return of the dozen, for thinking sh-t sweet
i’ll put one in your m-ffin, right in front of your cousin (oh sh-t!)
tell your mom to stop wantin’ my lovin’
put a shot into a pregnant chick’s stomach, put one in her oven
i’ll milk carton your little niece, yeah the b-tch missin’
i’m dead wrong but you just dead, big difference!
chunky rings on the finger leave a bunch of imprints
body in the trunk stinkin’, lightin’ a bunch of incense (ewww)
i see dead people like the sixth sense
they walk around alive and they don’t even know they’re dead until the 5th hit (f-ck!)
n-gga where them b-tches at, pimp sh-t and bring the bread
meet me in the back room and tell your girl i need some head (right now!)
you don’t want a problem, street sweeper hit your dingy -ss
with the four fifths or greet him at the door with your friendly -ss
now rockin’ with a crazed n-gga, stocking cap over the face
made n-gga, k splitter, grave digger
y’all a bunch of coochy-actin’ b-tches
now the checks flyin’
the old g’s will tell you, wet p-ssy is the best kind

- d12 lyrics

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