Текст песни Freestyle (D12) с переводом

Yo its Kuniva, I’ll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor

And c*** the hammer back like tim the two man tailor

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 aint a secret get scared

And be nervous, cuz 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 don’t even matter

You all you leavin badder, I’m a hazard without bowl and loop doop

I shoot thru 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

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 ya lead actors

Speed n 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 don’t believe ask him

I’m sick of bitches man, I done heard enough shit

Talk alot 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 your my daddy and I don’t wanna be your hubby

I can’t be your hub baby I aint 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 *****z know I never really be trippin, my beats bang

Make ears bleed thru walkmens that’s why people ignore you like you aint 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 thru Hong Kong, you wanna knew

You wanna know, you gotta ask my man Proof how the fuck the flow goes

Pull it back pull it back pull it back pull it back

We aint wentin no where, we sippin shampane

Shady records, aint no body better than us

Shady records, no chedder than us

Shady records, aint no body better than us

Shady records, I got your ears goin like its???(that is hard to tell)

Hotter than a fellon in a carload full of nines

Got the sparkles out to shine, get your back up

And get your dollars out ya 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 haitus, 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 aint over boy, who you beef with trust me

I’ll tell you Puffy and you can lose big, cuz its that

Face it, I’m a brick face, you get it laced wit a switch blade

Yo I stab you wit a mixtape, tell ya 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 its gravy next up

Chigga chigga Slim Shady

I don’t figure this rap shit out, I map shit out strategically

Timing is everything and that seems to be the key

To my success I’ve murked from me repeatably (we beat emcees)

Timing is everything and seem to be the key

Let them diss your first then respond immediatley

In order to master the art of war, don’t start a war

Shit not no more we dun scared em off there are no more

Victims this sick, I’m fixin' to pick some to start shit

Ain’t got no pictures to rip and shit to throw darts at

Ain’t go no more targets,

Shit irv and jeff we beat’em to death, benzino in debt

It seems to just be no one left to bully

Bush is pussy, why the fuck you think his name is bush? Puss is bushy

Ain’t shit goin on. Shit I been gettin' so bored latley,

I’m thinking of doing some shit to get you to go hate me, again

To tell the truth I like the shit better then

Shit I could spit better, about to kick that sick shit again

Look, the game just ain’t the same, it changin

Shit Dre’s quittin', Jay’s quittin', now it just wankstas

Just sayin' the same shit, its fake and its ancient

It’s making me so bored I’m gonna just make a new language

Fubba you cova cubba, ubba you ubba ooba

Youba can subbabick my dadibbabick through a tuba

Sum other luma lama

I’m not a human, I’ma a suicidal supersonic suicidal uni-bomber

You think I’m the new Osama

Press thinks I’m the new madonna

Jeffery Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry on

Alot of talk and rumors on us, who’s the hottest to be honest

Hip-hop ain’t been the same since Tupac moved to Cuba on us