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d12 - kill zone lyrics

yeah
d12 is back in the buildin about to hit yall with some freestyle sh-t,
2011, get em get em yeah!
ayo im going up that hinne low cleveland he smoked, till
soaked and coverd
blood and without a penny,
broke
i never was a mathematician
in cl-ss division bored me, i was
snoring. drempt of being
a graphic villan, then caps we
pillin re-mash admishin. leave face lookin like a fatal
crash collision. blast
a 5th and.
tip, out. i’ll throw you in the trunk
kinda like an old white ladies but,
yo -ss is missin n-gga you can compare me too rick ross,
in some ways. its whenever
you see the boss
you gonna see gun play. put the torch in your face
and daffy duck in breal up.
this ain’t call of duty grab the oozy get cha kills up
n-gga’s be rollin plus they claim they
sittin on grands but never tell you they
f-cking gram’s are golden. im so cereal.
i’ll let the cannon busta, bust. in any senario.
b-tch what the dilio. i could
take the hardest. sack then turn it too a kiddy show
if i find you f-cked. like hide
and go
giddy yo. i am so vivid let the bullets play hide
and go get it. when i am p-ssed
off, i am so livid.
and n-gga’s cant f-ck with us.
new n-ggas or old ones. hit ya homies with hot hollows and grab a cold one.
who next flexin? i lift my two hands up.
i taken each one, and you can forward this text message.
ya’ll know bizzares gunna say some crazy sh-t
j 45 gonn’ play sh-t im amazing, b-tch
im the best rapper ever
get on stage in spandex and
tight -ss leather, lace weed,
cocain twins
stop lookin for bin laden, bin laden stay in detroit
brain, froze
cant feel my toes all i need is an eight ball, and a
picher of amborose
20 thousand, dalante west can
f-ck my mother

50 thousand, he can sodamize
my brother, eltan john say hes a celivic f-g
(whats a celivic f-g?)
a f-g dont like d-ck in his -ss (wow) d–n straight
f-ck it, we all going to heaven
so pull up some skinny jeans,
and tongue kill john legend
im bout to go to canada, i cant wait tell b-tches i know drake, and
get my -sshole ate, eatin p-ssy, nahh that aint cool
but whats cool is eating -ss hair with food
im a rude dude
ruder then jude
baby face, n.w.a att-tude
(f-ck tha police)
and i smell food time to eat, pinky p-rnawoah
time to beat wife went to
work, time too cheat
in jail for rape somebody call
reap, imma freak!
no survivin this poison is hybrid
b-tchess escaping on this ice,
then fall out the side of it
i am a human piranha, with a
murderous persona i dround a n-gga inside his own saliva and blood
the mental isilum kicked me
out, of it out it, it wasnt
enough
i need a higher, more minatical
place to call a club imma’ cut throat a nasty old animal
that will crack a n—a ‘ fast as a pastsheo ‘s and
mozzeltove i stomp a n—a ‘ for being soft im just a dog that opened his
mouth and broke the f—-n ‘ muzzle off im c-mmin’
for your b-lls at any cost, your washed it
mars skeept through his
cloths like a marg maller
im not sure
stab a n—a ‘ with rusty daggers
give em ‘ lock jaw, where they can ‘t open there trapper
imagine what hack saws
could do to these rap frauds
you ain ‘t thuggin they should be knockin ‘ on wood like jim dougin
im huggin’ this glock and imma’ squeez like an anaconda
thats standin ‘ on your block ill blast any bandana that i see
i’ll beat cha ‘ with your own i.v.
in a spitte, i ‘ll put a pillow over that widdle and squeez
i’ve been a heaten see i was my momma ‘s mistake
i born tirein ‘ im bombin where ever you basterds
hibernate
they contimplate on killin me,
im in the d ‘ livin it im at the shootin range, a nd
im bustin before im in that
b—h

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