Westwood Freestyle Lyrics - Singles - Proof

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 assassin's well lit area 

i'ma die at the flesh 

conducting your death 

killing that bitch ass 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 sex and sperm 

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 fucked up by this clique 

it's d12 and we make more noise than hell!!