Cover art for I Go Off (Freestyle) by D12

I Go Off (Freestyle)

Apr. 12, 20111 viewer

I Go Off (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah!
(Bust these niggas man!) Yeah
I see y'all bitch ass niggas man (Put hand on these niggas)
Guess what man? We Baaack (For Real)
Off some freestyle shit man, D12 man
Man you should see the clip on this bitch man
Man touch one of these niggas souls man
It's for real

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
Niggas are brave until they cross that gun line
Bust 9s, come through like Jordan in clutch time
Play the streets if we have to, then we bust rhymes
Ain't enough, stabbin' nigga up in the lunch line
Show stopper, fo-fo popper, so proper
D12 criminal operations, no doctor
Lift a nigga roof up, let's shoot the sheriff
Sitting high up in the ranks like a booster chair
Wake you up in the morning, ain't no roosters here
Just a nigga with a gun and mask you should fear
Wake up bitch! I'll hit in the head with a hammer
Fucking your mom's, got her doggy style, adjusting the camera
Going loco, reach under my mattress, grab the ratchet
Knife or a gun, either way it's all tragic!
Go and tell my black pack they ain't all rapping
Bullets hit this quick [?] when he jabbin'
Detroit massacre central, number 2 pencil
In your throat, my mood swings like women on their menstruum
Tommy gun smoking like an old exhaust pipe
Heart below zero, touch me and get frostbite
Let a couple shots break you off at the stoplight
Dolo hanging out the window, making it pop right
You and me is like comparing [?Mike] to [?Cartwright]
Talk tough, but wouldn't spill a drink in a bar fight
Dirty Dozen back on that bullshit for real
Death to anybody, the full clips concealed
(Bang, bang)
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
The Grim Reaper, walk streets and plot evil
The street sweeper will pop niggas out of their sneakers
I strangle anybody, ya main boss a diva
I sprinkling bleach in your cannabis sativa
These buck shots will turn your face into a pizza
Leaving them slump like the Leaning Tower of Pisa
I treat my heat like a Visa, never leave without it
I bust heavy metal with steady body countin'
A scoundrel, dirty rotten, my beef's unforgettable
These niggas I fought young are still in the hospital
I'm conquering the missions that you find impossible
Like breaking in the woman's locker room with my iPhone
The walls of my nostrils are damaged for crushin' Oxycont
Sniff it, walk up the cops an ask them to lock me up
I'm belligerent, so fuck cases!
I'm not the type to conversate with the corpse in my basement
I'm wasted daily, I bathe in my drink
I be arguin' with my shrink everyday of the week
Niggas hiding until they face look like taco meat
And nothing change with the shell in my chamber, and a freak
It's Genghis Khan slash Satan, nuts danglin'
So heavy that I drag them bitches on the pavement
They don't say shit! I'll Saran-wrap your family
I'm lyrically anthrax, I'm passin' out Tampax

To bitch niggas, got a vendetta
Sick stigma to get rid of 'em quicker
While they chill in their kitty litter
I'm a gorilla, neck snapper
Peel a niggas cap faster then genuine draft
Hazardous bastard, cast snatcher
You ain't a gangster, you're a lab rat
A pen and a pad grabber
That's how they retaliate after I stab 'em
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Mass murder without the mass
A poker night without the cash
A stripper without a ass
A slut without a dad
You're crazy!
Live from Saint Louis, Missouri
Two murder cases left a hung jury
They ban Bizarre from MTV
Jumping on the stage like Lil Mama did to Jay-Z
When I'm gonna get up on stage I'm gonna do a whole song
Yellow thong with a sign saying "Can we get along?"
When I went to L.A. a hundred nigga tried to jump me
Rocking shoes that put me over the table and tried to fuck me (Aha!)
Kuniva snuffed me, D-12 dumped me
Fuckin' fag go give Raz B some company (Fag!)
Fly down sunset, driving real fast
Watchin' Kim Kardashian gettin' in a sick car crash (Watch out!)
That's too fucking bad, someone call her dad
And tell him Reggie Bush is a fag
Raping little girls, taking all they lunches
Hit them in the face with fuckin' Pacquiao punches
A hundred crunches, a hundred lunches
Round off kick, hit them with a fuckin' hundred and sumthin'
Bomb shit, bomb quick
I got the bomb so bitch, I'm the bomb, bitch!
Bomb whips, bomb on Rick (I'ma bomb on you)
Bitch you ain't gonna bomb on shit!
Bomb dick, bomb click
Ever since I've been a bomb
Bitch you ain't been the bomb since
Nonsense, stop this shit
Hey, yo yo stop this shit

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April 12, 2011
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