D12 - Canon (Freestyle) | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Swift]
A loose canon
When they see the strap, they scatter
I got bitches busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I roll thick as Britannicas
Niggas push the panic button
Breathing harder than Darth Vader
When I confront em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
Crush every bone in your cerebral
I drink liters when I see you
Don't give a fuck 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
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 bloody 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 fucked up they stinging operation
By swarm in their ass like a beehive
I cause havoc, you can't stop it
I cock it
And walk with caution tape in my back pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more shit
Than Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't talk me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his office with a Calico

[Verse 2: Fuzz Scoota]
Beef when I shucking and jiving
Tactical vest, they tucking the guns, we tucking the knives
And Bizarre snatchin' the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk park on your kids
On Bizzy's nuts cause he's driving
Kuniva waving an empty MP5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking surprising
Wentworth, my niggas having discussions of diving
Hit Party City, spend a couple of bucks on disguises
I'm so far away, to niggas I'm on the horizon
Network of shooters behind me like I fuck up Verizon
You bitches 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, like I've been tossed in fire
For what will never be a task cause I shut shit down
On your block with the hammers like talk that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, person who I fuck with pounds
Gun fetish, I fucks with rounds
Every bitch I fucks with's down
And for one hand, she suck dick now
She on some smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip down

[Verse 3: Bizzare]
Ever since I was a young buck I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking stabber
This is what happens, this is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you looking at the captain!
Come get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never went to high school I was class 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 nigga's oil like I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a dart
And how much you owing, you ain't gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!)
Drink water, be smart; Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they coming after dark (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm sayin' "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we always down for a fight
And we throw them letters up quicker than fuckin' Vanna White
Hennessy on Sprite, me and Tina no ice
(Bite a nigga's ear off) Bitch don't forget about Mike!

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