D12 Sway in The Morning 5 Fingers of Death Freestyle

[Beat 1: Swifty McVay]

I grab the mic, make it stupid

I'm shootin’ 3's, but I ain't talkin’ 'bout whoopin'

When I confront 'em, these niggas stutter like Ruben, they fluxin'

Proof is in the puttin'

If Proof was here, there's a lot of shit that they wouldn't do

Are they frontin’, get you backed in the corner

I put a slug in your lung, I’m deadly as pneumonia, lymphoma

They can't stand up to me, like a teenager in class with a boner

Death’s around the corner

At yo' doorstep, ringing yo' doorbell

I'm right there in your daydreams and nightmares

When I find ya, I’ma light it up like flareguns

[Beat 2: Swifty & Kuniva]

In the hands of an albino

I drink more liquor than winos

Kick the doors with the force of a rhino

A hydro, glisterin' rhyme flow

Ain't no bitch pressin' a tie bow

Can stop with that flow

Everybody's liable...

(Alright, Swift's up, second beat, who's next to rock? Ah)

Niggas know I'm from the east

The one cat in the crew, that you know that is a beast

I'm livin' on the edge, in the language that you speak

The middle finger say, "Fuck you, comprende, capeesh"

I do that in my sleep, you in Furious is 16

Me and my crew been taking out the whole cafeteria

Bang on your whole clique (Bang), kicking at you early

I'm like a stank rapist, I'm doin' bitches dirty (Yeah)

Ain't no way you concern me, your clique can never hurt me

I keep a group of chicks to [?] Mr. Furley

Ain't nothin' pretty this way

You ever seen a sheep sittin' at the table with a pack of wolves about to eat? (D12)

So I think it would be wise for you not even to speak

Top of the head to a midget, I'm outta yo reach

And stay up out of the streets

We [?], you ain't safe by the bell, when them shots rain

Then you hear them tires goin' screech

[Beat 3: Kuniva]

(Number 3, D12, 5 Fingers of Death, Sway In The Morning, Shade 45, give it back to Kuniva man, keep going man)

Watch it, my men they lurkin', they really ain't submerging

I mean mugging all day like I'm Kendrick Perkins

Too many mediocre cacks and not a name jerking

Stupid niggas everywhere like KFC merged with churches

You got you thinkin' that these dudes can really spit

You really thinkin' that these dudes are really it? (Nah)

I know some niggas that be really shootin' shit

And be gettin' them bags off like fat niggas chewin' chips

Got robbed when I was thirteen, I never looked back

So the first chance I got, walked around the hood strapped (Nah nigga)

I was nice with my men, got busy could scrap

But when niggas heard the click-clack, them niggas move back (Damn)

I rhyme through a cause, my ignorant little flaws

Is what keeps me at being humble and out of the cold jaws of vengeance

I'm on Twitter, tell your mom to mind her business (Haha)

And keep them pics of here stank pussy out my mentions (Yeah)

[Beat 4: Kuniva]

Catch me with a bitch relievin' some tension

Watch me hang with my niggas really lynchin'

This ain't no joke, I'm 'bout to run up in a packed buildin'

With the plan to stack millions and smack children

Ain't no Marvin Gaye, when I get that feelin' (Feelin')

Sawed-off under my undercoat, I call it Katt Williams

Send a text to your chick like I'm comin' over

Prior visits let her know, that I ain't comin' sober (Yeah)

Her man hit her up screaming: "Somethin'-somethin' soldier"

I snatched her phone, told him "Fall back" like summer's over (Yeah)

HBO [?], but The Wire over

So you don't wanna go there like a [?]

Even doin' church I gotta sneak the Tuli in

Puttin' the pimp down, nigga, Max Julien (Yeah)

You stuck, what you want in them? You at the movies and

I'm seein' all types of bitches, Persian, Peruvian

You don't like it, sue me then, she quick to give the neck

So I tear her out the frame like a picture of my ex (Yeah)

Yo this nigga is possessed, yo Kuniva is a threat (Kuniva)

In the van with them niggas and I'm comin' for your neck

Lyrically I'm a threat, you lil' niggas in first grade

Shouldn't be rhymin' all soft in the first place

[Beat 5: Kuniva, Bizarre & Swifty McWay]

I bring death, while I'm swinging at your birthday

And then I'm out like Precious runnin' to first base

(Oh, damn, beat number five, alright Bizarre, what you gonna with this?)

I'ma pass it to Swifty man, 'cause I'm too high off marijuana and drugs

Sound to provin' my nigga bugs

Freestyle out the top of Sway in the Morning

All these bitches they know I be whorin'

Fucking bitches [?]

Niggas don't wanna jump me

You better try and punch me

High off brownies, high off dust, poppin' pills

Before the record deal, niggas better chill

D12 the father of this freestyle shit

All these other rappers all on my fucking dick

Fuck [?], Hopsin, we'll battle anybody

And pull the 12 gage shotty

All help... yeah

Yo, didn't think about it, liftin' the K up

Givin' your chick a x-reduction down to D dup with say cup

Right, wait-wait-wait-wait, no wait, let me do that one more time, 'cause I'm 'bout to kill this off right here! (Do that, do that, do it one more time! Go crazy, go crazy!)

I didn't think about liftin' the K up

Givin' your chick a breast-reduction from a C back to a A cup

Narcoleptic rifles, yeah, homie they stay up

The MTN all in your face, now you apologize, and Mac makeup

Loud shots waking the neighbors, while you yellin' save us

Ready to whip ass on James Evans facin' the pay cut

Ain't no stoppin' me, I monopolize on your whole property

My team of bangs will continue to hang like apostrophes

Appropriately suited to be... and careless

[?] as it was cancer and wellness (Yeah)

In all fairness, it's safe to say you can't compare this to the ranch of a terrorist

Whole grenades in Time Square zone (Oh man)

I'm after niggas, who swinging they money long

A gorilla who's throwing them double-barrels Donkey Kong

G-money he on the roof, turn around to your broad and look in the sky

[?] G-money that bitch for Proof (Yeah)

No models got Quilo and Keisha on my bed dancin'

Celly-celly, gettin' big-time head, no Ted Danson

I was a team player, whores grab with the block

Now I'm Jordan on crack, refusin' to pass The Rock

I'm 'bout to shoot every shot, whether I'm advised or not

Jump shots from the locker room, three from the parking lot

Win the game, everybody else's way, I'm feelin' tense (Yeah)

We from Allstars, you can't sit Kobe up on the bench (Uh huh)

When we played the game, me, knowin' just how to court

And we loyal to our team, showin' nothin' but support (Yeah)

We was there, when we won, right there when we lost

We ain't never ran our mouth in interviews and over flaws (Uh huh)

Just a piece with a pen and pad, rap version the Marlow

Scratch that, a quiet lawyer shooter Chris Partlow

Right for my team, and for them I will squeeze

If you make a proposition, I'ma be checkin' for cheese

'Cause everybody's liable

Handin' each one of you bibles for this murder recital

See, I'm not yo bitch, see, I won't flinch nigga hold up

Hold up my contact and get your mama's throat cut

Your rhymes are limited, like a low-budget film in the cinema

I'm dopin' and cut, gettin' that ass like enemas

And I watch you suffer, motherfucker

You ain't a soldier, more like Sister Souljah

I catch you on your sofa

Barged in apartments faster than Mr. Roper

This liquor got me tilted like ski slopes in the snow

I'm colder than the North Pole

My heart alone is seven below frozen

Quick to send you niggas to... hell... ha... D12 nigga