Got It Twisted (Freestyle) D12

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
Yo, it's Kuniva, I'll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor
And cock the hammer back like Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor
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 ain't a secret, get scared
And be nervous ‘cause 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 dont even matter
You all you leavin' badder
I'm a hazard without bowl and loop doop
I shoot through 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

[Verse 2: Swifty]
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 your lead actors
Speed and 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 dont believe ask him