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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!! Send " Westwood Freestyle" Ringtone to your Cell