Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha
No one's iller than me (wha?)
No one, no one is iller than me
No one is iller than me
It's Mr. Swifty from the 313...
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty from the 313
Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh!
Me and Eminem and Mike
Drivin' down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to blast
Cuz he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
Nobody better test me, cuz I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me
I run shit like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the edge
Rockin' the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til that ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody iller than me
It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313
You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of potholes and trash
I'm gonna get my gun!
This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
I got something for his ass.
Calm Down
No YOU Calm Down!
Man. . what's you're problem?
Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
You heard him he was poppin' them shit
What shit?
That shit! You heard him!
He asked for your autograph!
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a *****
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the *****s that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
I bring it to *****s looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My ***** Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I don't told this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
?But get seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
Now I know you didn't just throw shit up on this stage, bitch ass nigga!
Yeah, FUCK YOU!
Fuck me?
Yeah!
NIGGA, FUCK YOU!
Fucking faggot ass nigga!
Bitch
Yeah...
- Shit can happen [8X]
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
That's right motherfuckers we back
Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on hoodrats
They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi
And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless...
You niggas don't get it yet do you
Dealin out platinum or flop I still put it through you
Wit a luger that'll spit fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah
You think for one second since we got a deal
That we won't deal wit you in front of St Andrew's still?
You gay rappers better learn that
I won't stop until I see 'em turn back
If you don't slow that roll you got
You gon see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac
Fo' sho' that, ask the others
But gator lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother
You know I'm feelin real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin Clippers' game
I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom
You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call theyself screamin about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it
She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow legged
In the middle of rappin I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin
Kuniva and Kon Artis my nigga we get it crackin
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin
Now this aint funny so don't you dare laugh
Shit can happen in him and yo' ass
You can be touched don't think you can't
Cuz niggas aint fuckin around no more man
The feds can't hold me, I hold feds
I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head
Rainin acid, you can't refrain from gettin yo' ass kicked
Cuz you talk too much you ask for it
I'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore me
They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performin at an orgy
These niggas get confronted, then they change stories
I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory
I even have you pour me the gasoline for me
Pullin up slowly, cocktailin' your homie
You met alotta niggas which you wouldn't wanna know me
Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your rollie
Don't even try, in your system like e coli
Tryin to beef with me, nigga please yo' people die
I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally
I survived the abortion immediately, SURPRISE! AAAAAH!
Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin
Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns
So when the cops come knockin each hand's got one
Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs
One man army, guns can't harm me
Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop carryin out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flipped and censorship
Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite
I been givin it a hundred and ten percent
Cuz when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is innocent
Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten's because I love being under your skin
Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin
Quit the yappin or I'ma lift the mack and
That can lead to another mishap happenin
Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin
It can and it will (nigga)
Fuck around with Amityville and you DIE
Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
With their personalities split
Fuckin you up wit hit after hit
Stickin you up with clip after clip
Makin you suck dick after dick
Dirty motherfuckin dozen
The Kon Artis, motherfuckin Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the Kuniva
Dirty father fuckin Harry
Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get buried
All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfuckin cocks
We are not playin, we are not playin
So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him
I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin
Bitch it's too late
Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin, I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets
Chillin in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip..
Lettin the record skip..
Lettin the record skip..
(Damn!)
I'm fuckin anything when I'm snortin
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom
Ayo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin
nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Run your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
and found chopped up in a trash bag
We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yell
cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted
I cock it back then shoot it
I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.."
I leave ya face leakin, run up in church
and smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the deacon
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von
who got fired from UPS for tryin to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's
'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough
Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick
D-12.. Dirty motherfuckin Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
Bizarre kid
Swifty McVeigh
The Kon Artis
The Kuniva
Dirty Harry
Maxine!!
Hello
Can I speak to Maxine?
Yeah this is me what's up?
What up?
Who dis?
Denaun
Yeah what's up?
What are you doing?
Nothing, just laying in bed
Huh?
Nothing, just laying in bed
Why?
I don't know, thinking about something freaky to do
I know this crack fiend Maxine who needs a vaccine
She tests positive but tells you that her act's clean
Plus she got a sugar daddy
Asking every hooker that he takes in to crook her badly
If you mistook her sadly, on her reputation
You're in jepordation, if you ain't got no preparation
When you step away son, she got her face done
Looking provocative, she'll let you knock it if
You press the issue and get undressed to kiss you
If you match the price, otherwise she won't look at you twice
But when you catch the lice, or get the urgency
To go to the emergency cause it burns to pee
Don't bring your germs to me, cause I ain't trying to hear it
While your fighting you fucking disease trying to clear it (Maxine!!)
Sometimes I wonder, what's your purpose? In life that is
To get with every brother and unveil one of his kids, shit
You living trife, got three kids at home and club hopping every night
You say it's gonna stop but it.. just.. slows.. down
And then speeds back to a regular pace, there is no end to this
Mystery, whatever your reason even is to be
You say you wanna be with me, but how can you say that
When you got niggas hiding in your closet
I refrain from getting angry but you keep on that strangely
I met this girl last week, she was a freak, and she liked me
So I stepped on it and then asked my homies
And chilled on the side and then watched they niggas
Big game over there and take notes, while I get this number
I stepped to her first I cleared my throat and said "Hey Bitch..
Haven't I seen you before?", looked at my nigga
Turned around and got slapped throughout my hands
And said "Oh it's like that?"
She said she just broke up with her nigga and shit
She started crying, and asked me to forgive her and shit
She said her name was Maxine, so I told her I wanted her number
She asked could I give her mine two
Got to the crib and called her up
We got into a good conversation that's when she asked me could I fuck
I said "Maxine check this out,
Give me your address I'll be through and you'll find out"
Got to the crib she let me in
She didn't waste time she grabbed my hand and proceeded to the bedroom
I said "Hold up, and stop proceeding, you rushing things"
What the fuck are you doing?
So I went for my protection, took off my clothes and started flexing
As she went for my midsection
I threw her down as I tore off her shirt
Pulled out my jimmy and I thought about putting in work
Before I hit it she said
"3 don't get mad but there's something that I gotta tell your ass"
I said "What is it, another nigga? It's ok"
She said "No I forgot to tell you, that I got AIDS"
I got up out
Hey, Maxine
What
You thinking about sucking my dick?
Yeah for a small price
For a small price? What you mean?
You know, money nigga
You don't need no damn money,
I can't give you no money anyways, I heard you got some shit.
What you, what you hear I got?
AIDS
Who told you that bullshit?
My nigga Kyu, he wouldn't lie
Well if that's the case, Kyu got it then
Oh for real, it's like that?
Well I ain't got shit,
so he ain't got shit, and if he do, he ain't get that shit from me,
I ain't fucking around with no 3rd nigga
Fuck that, I ain't fucking with you
No, see..
You got that shit, I ain't gotta fuck with you
Hold on, why it ain't even like that
[ Intro ] [ Eminem ]
Ballz, Ballz, Ballz x2
You'll never touch my...
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough,
You're standin' tough
But you know that no matter what
You'll never get the chance to touch
My ballz, ballz, ballz x2
You'll never touch my ballz
[ Verse 1 ] [ Swifty McVay ]
I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin'
And I don't even care who the hell you call in
In this game, it ain't no talkin'
You can get it started, I nail the coffin
And all I here is "get your man up off him"
So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin'*punk echoes*
And I ain't gotta prove you nothin'
I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons
[ Verse 2 ] [ Bizarre ]
This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick
He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit
So I played my position and don't make a move
Been doin' this for years, my team can't lose
And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard
9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a ???
Hut one, hut two, I'm ready
Hike, give the ball to Nelly
And nobody out there feels me
Take this 'fore you have to kill me
And any player in my way, I'm foldin'
Dammit, called holden
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
[ Verse 3 ] [ Eminem ]
Football, Football, I love football
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a bitch
Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle
I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek
Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak
Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly
That didn't work, try another play
Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up
I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt
Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre
But Jesus yikes, I think I can feel his balls
My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls
It's the longest yard, whoops that's not the chorus
Run it back, wrong song, yeah disreguard
That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
On own 5 and our timeouts are gone
Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball
To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts
Call another huddle, we're down by six
The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift
But he's so god dang high, that he's trips
Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips
And runs the ball all the way down to the one
But he don't get in, but all we need is a put *murmurs*
But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win
But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten
God dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth now
We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea
Quick, everybody get naked, Denaun go long
I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you wit no pants on
Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touch down yeah I told ya
It's the longest yard
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
[ Verse 4 ] [ Kuniva ]
The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball
I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft
Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud
It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks
High steppin' through the end zone
I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone
It's time to rumble, no time to fumble
And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble
Playin' ball with killas, my team's gorillas
Three time offenders, even drug dealers
One of the best runnin' backs there never was
Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust
[ Verse 5 ] [ Proof ]
Yack is high, I got the highest yack
Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks
Bizarre snaps like a fire crack
And my palm more stickier than spider back
Eyin' my eye, a Mack Truck tryin to sack us
No matter how big they flyin' backwards
Wide reciever, recievin' wide
For every stride in my life, I breathe and die
[ Verse 6 ] [ Kon Artis ]
Defense is playin' a pass
Then the quarterback peeps and screams
That means that its time for me
To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell
My tracks burn turf when they excell
I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof
He got dropped and the ball came loose
And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare
And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair
Now I'm flyin' through the air like a superhero
I can use this pose for a box of cereal
I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio
For bein' the best player on my team what
As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut
I do one run, run, the screen go run run
Then I cut, spin around in the endzone
Then I do the ninety shuffle so
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
[ Outro ] [ Eminem ]
Footballs
They say that one little lie turns into another. Then you go and cheat
By the time you know it, you all wrapped up in a whole bunch of seaweed
You should listen to your mama and listen to your daddy when they try to speak
And tell you that there's just too many fishes in the sea.
No, no, no, no, no, no no no….
No, no, no, no, no, no no no….
No, no, no, no, no, no no no….
No, no, no, no, no, no no no….
No, no, no, no, no, no no no….
No, no, no, no, no, no no no….
No, no, no, no, no, no no no….
No, no, no, no, no, no no no….
Now this thing here, no cause concern, but
It's just another story about a shark eating worms
It's not a riddle, but subliminally catches on
How one little lie can turn into a bigger one
When I was a young guppy in the sea
You could see all the bigger fish picking on me
‘Cause they knew I didn't really have the guard or bullet
And the other sharks that have teeth sharper than me
I'm a never-ending story about a shark this big
The load of kids that got an act for fizz
So sit back, kick back with a bag of chips
While I tell you ‘bout something stupid I did…
I'm off to work but I'm late (hey) But what can I say? (hey)
I'm cool with the boss and of course it's a payday
We reachin' the weekend and I'll be treatin' my baby
Typical day, dude's in the way – But hey wait!
Shark's in the water. Gotta duck in the corner ‘til I'm caught
I'm a talk and a walk where I wanna
eatin' the seaweed. Sippin' this green tea.
Big fish in this small world. They'll all believe me
For knocking a shark off, protecting my city
They all grab my CD and now I'm a popular rock star.
Like it or not though. I'm a marvelous artist.
Working my hardest and becoming a starfish.
Now what am I to do? The boss is on my back.
I gotta follow his orders when sharks attack
It's a dangerous scene. But I'm a Rasta man
Cross me and my brother, it will cost ya, man.
And this little pip squeak is gettin' on my nerves.
So my tentacles should give him just what he deserves.
So you better swim fast ‘cause I'm after ya
And go and hide inside the mouth of a clam or somethin'.
Cause I'm out and about. I'm bad news.
A henchman - a jellyfish with an attitude. So listen.
Swim for your life ‘cause I'm on your tail
So frightenin' I scare a snail outta it's shell.
I love this liquid. I'm silly when I'm in it and I bet
(This water we're standing in is wet. Duh….)
What do you expect from me?
I'm a platinum Jack Dempsey. Trying to get a fee.
And everybody know that I'm the G of the sea.
I just knocked this shark off. The dude tried to eat me.
I guess he didn't like me. It might be because I'm a Pisces.
They always try to take me lightly. So why the trouble?
I just wanna hustle and multiply bubbles and pump my muscles.
I don't want to make a mistake ‘cause these fishermen will set you up
And I ain't fallin' for the bait
Daddy – what are we gonna do with a fish with a tattoo?
We're gonna eat him. What do you think?
I'm a lion fish with dreams of making it big.
House in the ocean, three ugly kids.
And why everybody keep on picking on me?
I'm the sexiest, prettiest fish in the sea.
Heck no. I ain't nobody dish
Cause I'm in love with Angie – the beautiful angelfish
Give me a kiss baby
I'm running from the white shark
Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!
Someone betta' tell them so. . .
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?
*****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automaticly get medieval
When i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
*****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you
Cuz' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho'
See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do
And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you
I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof wil'ing in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next day, i'll pee in you're mouth. .
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s neglect it
Even though it's a known method
>From the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna' be an exeption
That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in you're left hand
Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
Have you on bare breast
Questionin' you're affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .
Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed
For life as D12, no ice and spreewells
Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be killed
Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
And a liecense to ill
We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Estorting you're family, i'll torture you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy
Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police
Muthafucka'
Yeah! D-Twizzie
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this muthafucka'
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by ourself
'Cuz we always together
You know what i'm sayin . .
Y'all *****s don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our ass
Thats why we still alive know
Knocking yall *****s outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!
Shady Records!
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cuz if they dont
You know they goin come back on 'em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt durr get that boy goin
I said leave dat boy alone
Cuz yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To stirr some shit up when he in that zone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin
It's my attitude that's makin me bust shit
I hate to be fucked with
So basically niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
Returnin bows 'fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped
I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
Witha mag and i'll be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her mouth to gun ressecitation
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad
Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag
We comin too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancin
Comin here is the worste mistake that could ever happen
When i'm in my vehicle i'm pullin you in
I gaurantee the world will never see you again
Honest to god i usually try to keep to my self
But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
Let me explain somethin to ya
A real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
He's tryin to get out, feel me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb hoe punk
Atleast a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
This nigger dyin over prizes to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, i dont play deep
You borrow guns, i own shit that explode when it hit
You think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't really get sleep
Cuz you laid a nigga down without any meat
Well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein
I'm a magne i do my biddin and i do it again
If you take it to that level, i take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever
Now people i live triflin i express it through writin
If you can't feel it, then i must express it through fightin
And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife
And i strike peopel so fast people think i threw lightning
Clash with a few titans, blasted a few height men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted (?lou pikner)
Plus you know i'm too violent, to be out with you whilin
Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones
And i love to Kunive son, and you left a live one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
You lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut
No time for the wild ones, i'm writin these five words
FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, it's five words.
Sifty McVeigh (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yall dont want to be dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got all kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
Detroit mother fucker
DJ Green Lantern (the evil genious)
We aint goin no where
We still smokin crack nigga
Haha
Let um know
HA-HA
Bitch keep talkin
Keep on popin off with them jaws because, we aint stoppin
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
Keep on poppin that shit you poppin
Cause we aint stoppin cuz you aint stoppin us
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
COME ON
Yo the derelict is back
Im blazin niggas while they up in the Sheraton last
I even sold my therapist crack
You niggas is bitch straight up im bearin the facts
I love pussy wit all my heart but i married the gats
And nigga im top pedigree so dont play wit me
Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat
Kids and all be hit
Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all
Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter
Packin guns when im sleep walkin
(Bitch keep talkin)
Throwin fire bombs down your chimney
While you eatin at wendys
Im in your bushes cockin the semi
Nice wit the hands
Never bow down to another man
I was poppin guns while you was still poppin some rubber bands
Smother your clan
Sever your hands and your legs
Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head
Im the only one your bitch let touch her
Type of brother that will fuck your mother
With a fishnet rubber
A belligerent and rowdy mother fucker
That'll dump your body and still fly away to maui on the ??
When it comes to beefin
It aint no explainin
Ill change your language wit a stainless
Im contained wit a anguish to leave your famous
Im a deranged pit yall lift an AK to pinch ya face wit
Niggas dont say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin by im firein at ya, cause i can
You get squashed like pop cans
I be shootin 7up in your mouth man
Im about to sell your mama bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she coughin blood
I love to see um wasted
Im made to behave in this case
You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced
Bitch keep talkin
Keep on popin off with them jaws because
We aint stoppin
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
Keep on poppin that shit you poppin
Cause we aint stoppin cuz you aint stoppin us
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
COME ON
I aint her to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule
Im here to talk about lil Ray Ray and whatever do
Sike i aint gonna mention it
He probally sue
Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive)
The first time i had sex.. a derty mattress
No condom.. my grandmother.. bent over backwards
Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer
Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother
Sike, im not bisexual
Im an intelectual, transexual, one testicle (one nut)
And i aint sayin shit cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer, im diein
YE-YE
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay
Tupac
And Notorious BIG
Im probally the best
Guy in the flesh
Blow ya heart out ya chest
And ya chest out ya vest
Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell
Study my trail i cut and me fail
A druggy on bail nutty as well
Which such like buddy revel
Dead or in jail
Still headin for hell
The ghetto rebels the wrong guy
Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like sponge bob
We can set this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin
To pee on you often
Great me wit offers we taken over
Or get China white mixed wit bakin soda
Ya hear me
Fuckin crack heads
And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons
This aint brains over braun
This is bullys over fuckin pussies
Haha come on bitch
Bitch keep talkin
Keep on popin off with them jaws because
We aint stoppin
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
Keep on poppin that shit you poppin
Cause we aint stoppin cuz you aint stoppin us
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin' live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe,
and the fabulous Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all.
All my Detroit playas, let's go!
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' let a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
You gave right. Yes I love monage-é-tois
and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah".
I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover.
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already.
We can't go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit.
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman.
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape.
I'ma make this one thing clear,
ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream,
that's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems.
All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other.
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber.
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never will a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.
What's your name again? It doesn't matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads.
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you.
All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit.
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits.
Then she starts callin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off.
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off.
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
Brigade jump on a couple of punks
Nigga, we bad news
(We bad news, nigga)
To beef for real
If you step our way it's on
Anybody, everybody (Oh shit)
Come on
Brigade jump on a couple of punks
That's how we're moving it moving it moving it
To beef for real
If you step our way it's on
Anybody, everybody (That's right)
Come on
We breaking every rule in the book
Illegal crooks that got your mind shook
Kon done with spells up
Poisonous cook
The Kon Artis
Make way for the hell raiser
Mysterious neighbor
Cuttin throats with broke Coke
Bottles and rusty razors
I ain't the one to save you in a crisis
I kick you while you're down
Snatch you up and ask you who's the nicest
Better say me
Or I'll put your next to some vice crips
And squeeze until they lifeless
I stayin confidence with my mind
About being good or evil
I'm deceitful
Lethal when I leave you
Dead inside your blood brother
When your hand for help reaches out
We just chuckle
Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals
We raise wrong
Politics and poverty got us head strong
You dead wrong
If you think you'll make it out with all your limbs
Grab your camera
So we can put this on film
Don't get cut into hundreds over some dumb shit
I advise you to run quick cuz we run this
Guns click on the reg reg
Put MCs on they death beads
Either that or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs
In various locations
I'll be wylin' out at places
I'm why they're running out
Of handicap parking spaces
Intense dreams
You want suspense? It's endless
How I massacre crews
Leave you solo and friendless
Contact lens less then lifeless
The trifest MC
You never wanna fight with
Or rock a mic with
Carry a knife with
Da Brigade on the night shift
Pack this big dick that I use to fuck your wife with
You ain't the nicest
Derelicts with intelligence
Leaving your grill wide open like pelicans
Just wait
My words penetrate through your vertebrate
Til it snap your neck brace
And crack your chest plate
You studies wanna job like assets
Rough is ready to start teaching niggas
In ass whippin' classes
Breaking glasses
Damage crews by the masses
Shit talking like Cassius
Get in your E-Class and dash bitch
Kon Artis
The only man that can expand the cervix
With the tip of my bone
Get in your girl and keep fucking
Until she starts screaming "Leave me alone"
Walking predacone
Looking for weak grade to set it on
From dusk til dawn I bomb
Went through hell and remain calm
The devils to stir us to fight me
Just to see what type of shit that I was on
Those bastards is why they got burnt
And turned into crisp XXXXX
With lyrics hotter than lava comes
It's urgent
That she splurge with
Before I merge with
Kuniva will make ya nerves emerge and split
Heard me bitch
You weren't worthy with the mic
Is why I snatch it
And people think and praise with words that I like
With things that I say on you
You need someone to spar with
Put you in the back of my trunk
Get in my car trick
Running with nothing but thugs
With the fug
We more dangerous than L.A. cops with big clubs
Who's arresting you when you're drunk
You sick munk
Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps
Till you punks get the picture
Get it?
If rap was a whore you couldn't hit it
I make it my business
Twenty four seven to try and stick it
Gotta get it
I gotta give it to you non-stop
Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught
Dead bodies rot
We making your body rock
Licking them off like lollipops
That the shotty pop
Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets
Dissin' the stank bitch
Packing heaters to make you thank quick
Now ain't this
Something you don't want a piece of
Don't worry about waiting these ones
[Kon Artis - Chorus]
Now out of all the women in the place,
you got me starin' at your pretty face.
And with that body I could truly say that
u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh.
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips,
shakin' your ass off in my dick.
I get aroused by them sexy lips cause
u r the one, u r the one, we r the one that can do.
[Swift]
And you wonder why I call you everyday of the week,
and have that operator breakin' on your line when you speak.
And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink.
You nominated just for your behind and I'm ?,
you a thug with your best of friend, mud-wrestlin'.
Sittin' in the corner with a mug and a cup of gin.
See me lookin' for you when you win in a pen,
see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for flirtin'?
You wanted me so suddenly, my company's a burden,
but I won't jump a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'.
I'm just playin' wit you and it's workin'.
Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like they nurses.
[Bizarre]
First time I saw you, up in them guests,
you the only reason I use Federal Express.
Shit, I don't be havin' no packages. Naw,
I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big matresses.
I go crazy when I smell your odor.
I just want to pick you up, and take you to Pan-De-Rosa.
Steak and potatoes, whatever you want.
I'll write just the buffet, my publics check then come.
You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre.
All you know that I'm weird and I wear a wonder-bra.
That's fine, I just wanna make you mine.
niggas say you a 3, I think you a dime.
[Chorus]
[Proof]
I love the way yo' body grindin', gettin' all in my face.
Only thing on your mind is which wallet to rape.
Your ass looks so perfect with your thong on your waist,
built like a stallion, you belong in a race.
Get money by the barrel, King Kong in the place.
Movie and a dinner, that's as long as I wait.
Hey, I ain't on your ear off, talkin' dates.
Got you dizzy of the crissy, you ain't walkin' straight.
Got a roomy, bring your booty, and lets cultivate.
You so pretty, love them titties, they soft and fake.
Bring your friends, "Damn your skin smell like coffeecake."
Yo meet me at the place when you get off at eight.
[Kuniva]
The way you move have got me buggin' out.
And you quick to take off your jacket and slug it out,
we thug it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other ?. In fact,
we both hate goin' out, we both hate small gats.
You the truth I'm for real yo I love you to death.
And if we break up, I'ma stalk you and bug you to death.
Till you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes.
We went from hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes.
its all love, take it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you.
I don't get down like that, you know I'd never hit you.
But yet and still if I ever feel I'm about to,
(Gets angrier)
I'll gently grab the shoulders and shake the shit out ya girl!!!
[Chorus]
[Kon Artis]
I take a light skinned, dark skinned, short and black,
attitude is sassy and they ass is fat.
Corporate suburb when you could be a classy rat.
Louis Votton cost to much to have a bag to match.
Girl forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap,
and you could be my aid in all as long as you got my back.
Seditary, there's entrepreneurs, and that's a fact.
And your birthday's seven days after mine, correct?
Well that's two things that we got in common, baby.
Hopin' there ain't a problem that I'm involved in Shady.
Cause come next year, I will not be datin',
cause my plan's to be with your stankin' ass OK?
Kum ba yah, Kum ba yah
Kum ba yah, D12, Kum ba yah
D12, Kum ba yah
I've had a special request for..
I take a couple uppers,
I down a couple downers,
but nothin' compares
til' those blue and yellow purple pills
I've been to mushroom mountain,
once or twice boy who's countin'
but nothin' compares
to those purple yellow blue an pills
Cool, calm just like my mom
Trife thieves we can't be trusted
step into my clique the wrong way
and get your motherfucking dome busted
We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches
We ain't just shooting niggaz
we buckin bitches
My fully loaded nine will shoot through your metal door
Have ya nigga's far and out like white kids at grocery stores (AHHHH)
Battle bizarre and its just to deadly
Even a rapper with amnesia who met me still could forget me
If I don't get all my fucking dough
Y'all gonna see more fights and spits then the Jerry Springer show
Cause I'm a nasty, dirty, filthy bitch
But _ even a basshead with AIDS would suck my dick
Cause I'm quick to snatch a nigga out his polo
I'm the reason nigga's come ten deep and end up leavig solo
Meet losing ya'll nigga's must be bugging
We can battle for ten minutes and let your cousins be the judges
I'm the illest rapper to come out thus far
I'll shoot anybody even the bitch who gave me CPR
Step to the Outz and end up getting burned
Fuck around and get raped like one of Bill Clinton's interns
I'll shove a gun in ya grill greasy and heated
smothered in hot mustard
so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it
You need to be immediately treated while you breathin
or you'll be leavin the receivin room this evenin with Jesus
You hate on us and we'll be waitin on eight corners swarmin ya hood
With a thousand angry skateboarders (c'mon)
I hop in a jeep and slam on the gas and charge you
and bombard you in the car that your mom bought you
Fuck around and get choked and found in a moat
Flotin around drowned face down in a boat
I'll pile five dudes in a pinto and pull up
to the 7 Mile drive-through at McDonald's and piledrive you
I got the power to snatch a motherfucker out of his car
When he drives by me at 90 mph
This place is my house I might as well erase my face with white out
cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows
I'm dressed to please sucking nips, yeah, she get it
The same way that I fucked the chick
Stuck my hands in her panties like bitch suck my dick
87 freak 187 heat the passion rolls I'm passing clothes
You like it in the ass is what I'm askin hoes
Aren't you Fuzz he has sold more albums then the Jackson's sold
I love you baby if I'm not with you then I'm blastin foes
Telepathly harrasing foes
I know your little sister is four-teen but her ass can grow
Ice-berg took down Titantic elastical
Given my fans the exact shit they asking for
Fuzz Scooter fucking one man bout to show you passing one blunt
Bitch we passing four
I rode your ass and smoked take one pull and smoke your head up
I'll send you to tell 2Pac to keep his head up
I went to the fighting really Canibus who can get up
I knew this shit was over from the fucking blood that he spit up
Ran a couple more miles should have done more sit-ups
I want his dumb ass to jump up bitch and get lit up
Call your bitch like bitch come and pick this bitch up
On battle you be sweeter then I get this shit up
I'll stomp you too you get up
Or stomp you to the cops come
* European "bonus disc" edition
[Chorus 1]
It's (it's) be (be) cause (cause) of (of)
these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do
Be.. cause.. of..
these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do
[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
It was like.. whoahh and then the fuckin room started spinnin and shit
And my friend came in he was like, "Yo! Yo! Em! Em!
You puttin that shit up your nose again?"
And I was like, "Naw" nuttin like - everything was just spinnin
I couldn't even see and like, he started to look like a monster n shit
Then I just started laughin and threw up all over the fuckin floor
It's crazy
[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1]
It's because, of these drugs, that I do, that make me
do these things, that I do, do these things, that I do
[Eminem]
My music is therapeutic for whoever's there to use it
It's like, Lucifer's here to influence listeners through it
You probably do what it said to do just from listenin to it
It's got the power to get you to do it (c'mon)
So when the shit comes on, I wanna see some shit jump off
Some bitch get slapped, some motherfuckin kid get stomped
So get this song, go run out and buy this disc
And try this shit, as much coke as I just did
Cause times like these, got me doin lines like these
Plus I grab a pencil every time that I light weed
It's probably because of the drugs Shady does what he does
and is what he is, I'm dizzy Bizzy visit these kids
[Bizarre]
Hey Stephanie (hi!) Let's take some ecstasy (okay!)
Now pull your pants down bitch and have sex with this dog next to me
(huh?) 'Til I'm dead I'm takin blunts to the head
Needles in my broken leg, listen to Grateful Dead
These mescalines got me sure
that I can fuck any whore with genital warts on the Warped Tour
Who slipped this downer in my Snapple?
Cussin out Interscope (Bizarre, you're signed to Capitol!)
Fuck it, I was born with half a brain
Sniffin 'caine, at celebrity basketball games
You motherfuckers think I'm a gimmick
cause I got a Cash Money tattoo and roll with No Limit (UNNNNGGGHHH!)
The last time I sniffed blow
I ended up in Denver, Colorado at an Iggy Pop show
Bizarre be smokin a half a pound
Fuckin the engineer's wife, while he's mixin my song down
[Chorus 1]
[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
It's like, back when I first went on tour
I like, went crazy I was like out of control
And - just was fuckin wasted every night, like
wakin up the next morning like - where the..
Where the fuck am I at, what the fuck is goin on
you see what I'm sayin? I was just like, out of control
[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1]
[Swifty McVay]
These Benadryls got me stiffer than a mannequin
Eight years old swallowin Anacins, standin over my bannister
Laughin with a chromed out caliber (hahahahaha)
The weed that I'm sellin this (?) look like the back of a tarantula
I keep a substantial amount of aspirins in my Acura
Smashin it, after framin a nigga with smack and dust
I'm scandalous, drugs been ran for months
Crackin capsules to expand our blunts
I rolled it up and take the pressure to the head
Now I'm lookin like a extra on "Night of the Living Dead"
until they find me on a stretcher
I'm quick to sample anything, bitch you got a tester?
This crank'll have me blowin up banks like Uncle Fester
[Proof]
Ahhhh.. watch tonight, you'll admit that I'm a fiend
Pop beans, 'scalines, along with amphetamines
Ghetto kings, meddling with the smell of greens
Got a Jell-o spleen, and see yellow rings (ohhhhhh)
Blue pills, and purple mushrooms
(Hey little girl, you got a curfew, don't you?)
Missin since yesterday, perfect just for rape
See I'm on judgment day, numb from special K
Two tabs of X and vitamin C
Swallow Hennessey along with Tylenol 3
Grindin the teeth at the signs of the E
I lost six days at a time in the week
The crime in the street hold your parents for ransom
while D-12 gang rape Marilyn Manson
In twelve hours we blow a pound of the chronic
Barf up my stomach linin, drown in my vomit
[Chorus 1] - 2.5X
[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
Cause I like, I always tell people - yknowhatI'msayin like
If you got an addiction, don't admit, to nobody, yknowhatI'msayin?
Keep that shit to yourself; because if anybody sees that, yknahmsayin
when you're out in the public eye and shit
they're always gonna think that you're on that shit even if you're not
That's why I always tell my friends, knowhatI'msayin but
I mean, like for me, I don't give a fuck
I'll probably end up, dyin from this shit one day
Probably pick up a newspaper in the morning and it's like
"Eminem dies from, drug overdose" - youknowhatI'msayin? And
And my friends, they ain't no fuckin better, yknowhatI'msayin?
They ain't nothin but influences, bad influences to me, y'know
It's peer pressure, shit is like all peer pressure
That's what it boils down to - and, I give in to it
So do they..
Bitches always be all... gigglin and shit. (come on BITCH)
But they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them. goes like this
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? here it goes
A little somethin you probably won't hear on the radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fuckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat
I could be sayin anything Get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
Yeah i'm talkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
Wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a bitch)
What you going to do about it BITCH?
Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH.
Get up and dance BITCH (wiggle that ass bitch)
You little trash BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a trash bitch)
Not trailer trash SWITCH
Take the person you with and exchange partners
Tell me that it aint no hangin, and fuck callin home
Untill you look at me before you answer the phone
When i flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But i'm takin the key with me.
You aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask
Disrespect my wishes, i'll beat your ass
Watch me comin home floor eatin half of your doggy bag
And i leave laughin, while you callin me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when i hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already SWITCHED
Your ass aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin
When i'm done, i throw you out and ask you where you goin
Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said fuck the Ho's, started eatin cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
Ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a fuckin half indian chick, suck my dick
This time tommorow, i wont remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they aint now and laters bitch.
Hey baby whats up with you
Aiiyo your man here with you?
Nah, you single, i can tell(you came with them hoes didnt you)
No you need friends girl, excuse him mr lick it
(aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches aint got bitches)
Now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
(she all whinin and shit, get this bitch a kleenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothin, he said you seem stressed
(naw, you got a big butt)
And you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say shit)
(excuse me?)
He said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, nigga!)
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe holla for a dolla, jus hop in the range)
(fuck both yall niggas)
See i was tryin to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight)
Why you a bitch but dont choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
We bangin Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch aint got change for a dollar
Blow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and jus swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e's
I know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
You wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch dont be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, i want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cuz men jus
Partyin bullshit till she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm takin the train to spain, don't bother callin bitch
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
Did i stu-stu-studder stupid?
You aint listein to the words of this song anyways
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH)
Dancin, tryin to get a nigga money in the club
With your stupid manuper self
I was talkin bout you Do-do
You, you dumb bitch
YOU!
The one that want a drink but dont want to pay for it
Spend all the money you make all week on that dress
And i spill a drink on it, actin like i'm drunk when i'm not
I"M JUST TRYIN TO FUCK
IM JUS TRYIN TO FUCK BITCH!
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
Cause I'm a psycho
I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a ***** open,
Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders,
I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
Was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't come
Smoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture,
Close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up,
Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when
You spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice
What you hoes'll do
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence
And light your front door up, get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast you
Just as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so watch what you say, cause it can happen
Either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead
Serious, you could be dead period, end of story, I'm on your porch wit a gun and
Your son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,
Stomp your head while you awake, you'll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitch
You can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the week
They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree,
In Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist
I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old
And joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking
Blow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it
The fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out
I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor,
All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to
My man D' Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin to figure whether
To use the flat head or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up,
Gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up, I feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a new
Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did
"Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
"Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
Yo, if you a loudmouth, tryin to wild out
And we see just how you layin and we peeped yo' style out
(You a punk!) When you chillin out in front of your truck and get stuck
That's how niggaz get fucked up
No love at home with your kinfolk
And the world just keep fuckin with your mental
And all these kids makin fun of your trenchcoat
That's how students get shot up
Hatin on us but you come to our show
(Fuck them niggaz) I crowd surf and you let me go
(Oh no!) Whup yo' ass when I get off the flo', just so you know doe
That's how haters get fucked up
When the police pull you over and shit
Then find ganja, now every month they checkin on yo' piss
They gettin mad cuz you ain't come back since, and now they sweatin you
That's how P.O.'s get fucked up
When your mans hook you up with a bitch
over the phone and when you see her she ugly as shit (god damn!)
Now at the end of date she want a kiss, AND some dick
That's how blind dates get fucked up
Sayin we not a real crew with a lot of skill
And only one nigga in our crew make the dollar bills
Y'all fools just mad cause y'all ain't got a deal
Local rappers talk too much
(We gon' rob this bank) but you roll with punks
Manager tripped the alarm and you all get stuck
Cops got AK's, y'all only got pumps - that shit's just dumb
That's how Cousey got locked up
When yo' ass wanna walk in a club
Instead of tellin you to wait, the nigga wanna push and shove
(Move!) Then get trampled from the niggaz you brung, so move over
That's how bouncers get fucked up
"Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
"Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
Yo, ha, when you get your guns out of the stash
And gather all your homies up to go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finish y'all run out of gas - you better haul ass
That's how drivebys get fucked up
Mixin weed with the brew, ecstasy and Kahlua
Gasoline fumes, nitrous balloons
Acid tab-lets and the magic mushrooms
That's how D-12 get fucked up
(Hey I like your records) but my album ain't dropped
(Dr. Dre's my favorite) bitch get off his jock
Got a backstage pass and I need to get off; wanna meet da-d-Doc
That's how groupies get tossed up
Drop out of school, take drugs and molest sluts
Got your girlfriend suckin on my left nut
Your parents don't like me, but guess what?
Cause Bizarre don't give a fuck
Chokin your wife all in front of your peeps (bitch!)
She toss a brick through the window of your Jeep
Get back together by the end of the week, that's so sweet
Slim and Kim argue too much
Invite a hoe to your house while your bitch is out
Now you got your dick all up in her fuckin mouth
Pull it out and then you bust off on her favorite blouse
That's how Clinton got caught up
Steal cars, wreck bars, get fucked up beyond
recognition walk in tipsy clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs and fuck bitches and dogs
That's how Runyan Ave. is cut
When your life wasn't raised up right
Then see your mother comin home with different niggaz every night
And then you run into the one you don't like; so get the FUCK lost
That's how step-dads get fucked up
"Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
"Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
"Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
"Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."
This is how it happens to you
* available only on the European "bonus disc" edition
** originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV"
[Chorus: Eminem]
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
-----
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
[Eminem]
Yo, the rage I release on a page
is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite
Onen I get behind the mic
it's like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright
My fuckin grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych
These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man the shit's depressin
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
(Swift: "Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson")
They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative baby hold your head up, don't you let up
one bit on these motherfuckin suckers you're a soldier +GET UP+
STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, LONG AS YOU BREATHIN
THEY JEALOUS OF YOU MAN THAT'S THE ONLY REASON THEY BEEFIN!
[Chorus]
[Swifty McVeigh]
It's that Dirty Dozen renegade
You done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38'sll move your shit up out the way
You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to say?
Let it out today or watch these bullets spray
from these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters
that'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm +Dirty+, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater
You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packin somethin special in your crib then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile (uh-huh)
with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
You get splitted and guess what, I'm blowin up the hospital
and wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
I'm eatin crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I can be the gay rapper
(Eminem: Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha)
Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch
One on one in this bloodsport
I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how would you feel
if you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?
(It happens) I'm smokin dank drikin drank
I can't have any kids cause I'm fuckin shootin blanks!
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?!
Nicole's a whore - I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut (uhh!)
Responsibility - I'm negligent
Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!)
Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
while I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Fuck that!
Who run shit, watch these drums hit
You dove head first into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch
I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly *****s is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit
I admit, that my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch!
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self destruct
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
[Intro - Bizarre] (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the club
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wile the fuck out!
[Chorus]
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! BITCH!!!
[Verse - Bizarre]
We fucked up, let us in da club
One of y'all niggaz gon catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I can url for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild niggaz wit us
Cause all my niggaz, is talking that shit
Aint got no problem, wit smacking no bitch
I'll have my wife, cut your throat
Blunts - gans, that's all we smoke
Wile the fuck out, stab you wit a knife
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Eminem]
Who's trying to be the first one
To catch this blade in the throat?!
You know them po po won't let me hold 'em toasters no more!
I just cut three people, you gon be number four!
If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor!
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we comin in and you goin home!
Security, they can't even stop us because they know!
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go!
Chuggin on our 40's and holdin our forty-fo's!
We come wit toasters like we just opened savings and loans!
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own!
So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Kuniva]
We deep as a motherfucker, we bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas wit AKs, barettas
We don't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckles
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, bitches cryin, niggaz bleedin
You retreatin, running to your car and skatin off, we G'ing
We make examples outta you haters running yo mouth
You’re the reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's out
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat niggaz bloody
And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Proof]
I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof on this rocker, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there
Only talk to a bitch - wit burgundy hair
On the isle in the Vet, bumpin Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin loose
See me on the ave daily, be running this shit
If your chick get loud I'll G Money that bitch
Packing mags and clips, I'll smash ya clique
Because a pussy put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out, the corner store got plenty!
Yeah, welcome to Amityville
Detroit, nigga!
The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha!
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this two
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord
when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you
young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you
Stepped in the door waving the four-four
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my (?), but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta
Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains
The only time that I'm at piece/peace is when I'm close to one
cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works
these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin
waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic
You know the sound when I'm spinnin round
spittin these rounds from fo' pounds
while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
from they're mouths as they possibly allow
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0
Some semi-automatic for static's the motto
spitting like
from Colorado
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking
it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA!
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up
Look at where the fuck we stay at!
Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!
Whattup
I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth
This is straight G shit
And all you can do is respect it
Well I'ma state my name, Swift McVay
None of y'all niggaz got shit to say
Rhymes keep comin off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed runnin things my way
A selfish man, the back of the hand
Be slappin the hell out of hoes because I can
Prostitute, I want my loot
And I don't give a fuck about your broke-ass man and
Y'all givin niggaz what they needin
'til bitches understand I'm mean and
Swift McVay is, blowin up
Courvosier 'til I'm throwin up
Wanna playa hate me, bitch so what?
What's yo' function? Where's yo' bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much (hah)
D-12, naturally lifted
You niggaz better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck wit me, I fuck wit you
Your entourage, nigga fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell your little twenty-two gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops gettin mad cause I paid 'em off, made 'em cough
blood and shit
That's what the hell you motherfuckers get, we runs this bitch?
So hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck
If you want head, then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don't care to nut
For every stroke, it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game, you just a slut
So open your legs up and get my duck
You just a .. (hoe)
You just my .. (hoe)
Dirty-ass .. (hoe)
I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch
Go get my .. (dough)
Go bring me my .. (dough)
Dirty-ass .. (hoe)
I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch
I don't spit game, no longer than my name
Then when my chain hang, my nuts do the same
Don't pay pussy, pussy pay me
Bitch, slut, whore or lady (yup)
And knowin the fact, I was born to mack
That's why I got a hoe in the back, blowin my sac
Got good game, that's a hood thang
What'd you brang, loot or poo-tang?
Let 'em all bang, run that cheese
Tell that trick nigga (come back please!)
Rob a L7, that's a square
You a bottom hoe, you got to know
Off you I plan to make a lot of dough
So suck fast bitch, and swallow slow
(AH!) Bitch quit talkin back
(AH!) Now walk the track
I don't pay for ass, you pump my gas
You get slapped when we're short of cash
I get whiplash when I hit the gas
And I holla out the window of the hatch
Where's my scratch? Bitch, that's, it
Suck it stroke it make me rich
As a token of my appreciation it's
another client for you to hit
I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids
You shoulda picked another occupation trick
Now you're stuck with me, fuck with me
and I'ma slap you up in this truck
You must be out your mind or somethin
Cryin and whinin like you tired or somethin
Go suck some head until it aches for Bufferin
You don't work? You make nothin
I'm just another case of a lazy husband
I want the paper stack
Buy you an outfit, then take it back
When you page me BITCH I never page you back
You only act a certain way that I make you act (whattup)
Hoes recognize, and niggaz do too
Cause they realize that niggaz do shoot
Don't like a chick that act too cute
Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops (oh yeah)
And don't be askin me, all kind of questions
All harassin me, callin stressin
Or I may have to release some aggression
Beat you to death and teach you a lesson
Lookin for handouts like you my damn spouse
Pull your pants down and fuck my mans now
Shut your damn mouth or get in the damn house
Off with the damn blouse and suck on my damn crotch
Sell that pussy
Sell that pussy bitch
Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich
You gotta itch, you fuckin dirty bitch
Now get on the corner, and start suckin some dicks
Niggaz want pussy, and I need cash
So mom, get out there and start sellin yo' dirty ass
Bizarre quick to hit 'em, and then stick 'em
Fuck it; I'll let you hit one of my victims
(Somebody help I'm on 7 Mile and ..)
Shut up bitch, you talk too much
Now you about to get fucked in your dirty butt
You never seen a pimp like me, out here whorin
Shut your fuckin mouth and you'll be out by the mornin
Cause I'm the dirties pimp, you ever heard of
Give me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger (bitch!)
Go suck dick in the back of the party
So what if you on your period, blood never hurt nobody
You just a .. (hoe)
You just a .. (hoe)
That's all you is .. (hoe, hoe, hoe)
You just a, dirty ass bitch
A dirty ass, nasty ass, stinky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch
(Oooh, ooh-OOOH) Hahahahaha... (lahhh-aHHH)
But I love you... (hahaha) .. Kim (mmm)
And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimpin
You heard it here first, from the Dirtiest Dozen
you ever seen in yo' god damn life
Yo this is Rondell Fiend on the scene
And we keep the pussyholes smilin, because we always whylin
YouknowhatI'msayin? Fuck all what everybody else talkin about
We let you know right here
Big pimpin, it ain't dead, we love gettin head, in a dirty-ass bed
That's just what we do
You know we was throwin heroin pimp parties back in 1968
The pussy is all great
I don't wanna go to school.. I don't need no education
I don't wanna be like you.. I don't wanna save the nation
I just wanna live my life.. everyday a celebration
One day I'ma leave this world.. I'm waitin for the revelation
I wanna kill myself! I'm still debatin
In front of a baptist church, masturbatin
Prayin to Satan - think I'm crazy cause I smoke crack
live on (?) in a two-family flat? (Fuck it)
Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broom
My moms on her period, my dad's in my room (Daddy no!)
I got ten rocks and I need to get out
I told him in five minutes, out my own damn mouth (Moms smoke crack)
My poor grandmother, God bless her soul
The bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cold (hahaha)
There's three things that keep me from bein a Nazi
I'm black, a fag, and my dad's Liberace
No matter how bad the beatin, I went to school cheatin
My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin
Stick with school I had to have nuts just to do it
Got bored and became truant
When I had the gall to go I just couldn't do it
I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shit
How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel
Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow
Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparel
like me, outcast, last in class
First to leave, when the teacher called on me
Best believe I had somethin up my sleeve
I've been praised and labelled as crazed
My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage
An angry teenager, nothin can change me back
Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac
I was boostin, so influenced by music I used it
as an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid
No one can tell me nothin hip-hop overwhelmed me
to the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm
It was like isolatin myself was healthy
It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy
Compelled me to excel when school it failed me
Expelled me and when the principal would tell me
I was nothin, and I wouldn't amount to shit
I made my first million and counted it
Now look at, a fuckin drop-out that quits
Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it
That's why
I was raised with a rifle and mask
Steadily beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past
(bitch) I was never on that punk shit; fuckin around
can get yo' belove abducted, smothered in blood quick
You couldn't pay Swift to give a fuck
Was crazy like my father, it musta been poison in that nigga's nut
Far as probation, fuck peein in cups
I violate at any time, let 'em see the blunt
I grew up steadily masturbatin inside of cells
Young as hell, havin conversations with myself
You could tell I wasn't lenient, a disobedient
Lynched and slapped teachers, bitch I'm not readin it
You don't know what dawgs go through, a little nigga
Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do?
I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that I'ma hurt you
if you ever again mention a curfew
Look, my family ignored me and I don't like that
They don't even listen when I tell them I'll be right back
(Yeah whatever) This nice beautiful house ma, it don't mean shit
Cause you know daddy's a drunk and he don't clean shit
And yesterday he hit me like a grown fuckin man
I couldn't stand up to him, I just ducked and ran
I'm sick of this, I wish on Christmas
that I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this
(Fuck it) I got no friends and I can't get a bitch
Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips
Nothin to smile about, I'm about to lose my mind
Got me an automatic nine, now I'm ballin out
Wait 'til school's over, pu-pil are people to shoot through
Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two
Since my fame is this new dude, in this high school
Losin his noodle learn that people don't like you
The football jocks is, spittin on him
Popular kids in school is now pickin on him
Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him
And his teacher in his english class keep flippin on him
And now he's grounded with no allowances
for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors
And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?
Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoat
All I ever seen is.. {violence, violence}
Told me to keep silent, stepped back in my eyelids
It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all
This guy is crazy
This guy is a weirdo
Outsidaz, what you wanna do
This is the gang im in
Outsidaz, comin to you
Lord have mercy for any rapper that showed up
First it was Oklahoma now its your house im blowin up
Cuz im quick to butt fuck yo moms
And fuck a nine Bizarre's shootin nuclear bombs
Think about it before you diss me on a track
I hang with niggas that just got out and ready to go back
Bizarre making wack crews fold
Me and Bill Clinton wanna bust in hoes that only 14 years old (shes young)
Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies
Tie you up and beat you worse the L L Cool J's daddy
This is a crime that even Mc Gruff couldnt solve
Chew dog and its not you niggas is what leavin in __
You don fucked around and gotta get a fix
Ya'll niggas in trouble cuz I done fucked around and hit a six
Who the fuck is ya'll wack niggas ignoring
Put me in a room full of murderers they be dead by the mornin
Rap guys - liten to me
Listen to me rap guys
Diss Bizarre you die
We can do this like men
Or talk it out real right
Or do it my way and drive by later on tonite
Break in your house hang your sister by her shirt
Bury her in the dirt, wait for you moms to get home from work
Id a killed so many M.C's I cant count the number
Niggas writin me letters say "I know what you did last summer"
One rapper tested me and though I was a punk
And i aint seen his body since I threw it out of my trunk
Fuck around and throw your ass in the lake
And never be found like my high school prom date
Bizarre stick ill, shoot vein in my fathers vein
And watch a nigga die like Sugar Hill
I'm sicker the a transvestite gettin fucked by a paraplegic
I say dumb shit when im weeded
Your girl sucked me, bitch you better duck me
Or fuck around end up room mates with Mike Hutley
Rap guys - liten to me
Listen to me, rap guys
Diss Bizarre you die
I be watchin shows from here to Chi town
Tell your boys this his last day im shuttin this block down
Im the type a guy come to your stage show and BOO you
Tell you you can use my sample
And two weeks later i'll screw you
Diss me on your stage show
Diss my while you high
But aint no garauntee youll make it out this bitch fuckin alive
I got weed and drinks and some fuckin slut
Fuck her in the butt, burn her back with hot cigarette butts
Quick to throw the fuckin nine up
My crew gets more dirty looks then Queen Latifa in a police line up
Dont wind up like your boy name Romer
Have your parents wondering when your ass is comin out this coma
Smell the aroma when my crew hits the stage
Somebody stop this machine in a rage
Fuck your girl disrespect her then i teck her
Bizarre 98 bitch federation records
Rap guys - liten to me
Listen to me rap guys
[Bizarre]
Yeah, welcome to Amityville
[Swifty]
Detroit, nigga!
[Bizarre]
The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha!
[Chorus - Eminem]
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this two
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
[Swifty McVay]
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord
when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you
young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you
[Proof]
Stepped in the door waving the four-four
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my (), but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta
Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame
I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains
[Chorus]
[Kuniva]
The only time that I'm at piece/peace is when I'm close to one
cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works
these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin
waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic
[Gunshot]
[Kon Artis]
You know the sound when I'm spinnin round
spittin these rounds from fo' pounds
while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
from they're mouths as they possibly allow
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0
Some semi-automatic for static's the motto
spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
it'll make Ma$e say Fuck church! and go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking
it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA!
[Eminem-Chorus]
[Swifty]
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up
[Bizarre]
Look at where the fuck we stay at!
Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!
Fuck around with us, you get popped
The rap game, hip hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap motherfucker?
You ready to sell your soul? hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily
You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast
I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it
What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas
With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga
You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects
Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked
And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
Cuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down
I pipe down, when the (White House) just wiped out
When I see that little (Cheney) dike get sniped out
Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight
(AHH!)
Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down
That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
I'm all for America, fuck the government
Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick
Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit's like a samurai sword or sensai
Shit just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ay
Ucks-ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay
But uckf-ay you igp-ay
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin' you, no it ain't happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game
I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity
But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can't rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack
I walk in that party and just start bussin'
Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome
To let you know +The Time+ without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
With ya seed, you be an unlucky G
My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict
They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half
Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy
Make makin' millions look easy
Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me
Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me
I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words
We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"
Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common
The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck ya stature dog
Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound
Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)
I'm too fuckin' retarded
I don't give a fuck about my dick
That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbet
My crew had an argument, who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract
I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe
My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics
That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
Cuz its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in
Which I create, cuz that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say, Because...
This type of fag claims that every gay
I, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate Fred because leathal left you
Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood
No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!"
So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idear
Figured you can diss me to jump start your career
I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear
Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew
Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous too
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do
Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
Back in 94 limp opened a show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last and Everlast is a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
Aiight look...
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp
Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken
Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin
Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
Hey yo...
Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head.
That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker
Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Kill Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!
Yo, Yo, look, look, Kill Whitey
First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a muslum, but you Irish-White
So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick head
I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Dialated go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three cds nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real emcees
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight, HAHA
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!
Grab 380s when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you faggots ain't even on my level.
I'ma let D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots!
Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back
Little faggot amarillo, I show you what murders are ?
At your own restuarant while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while he walks
Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Eric
Where's your house of pain now, there's only one of you Eric
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around
With some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge
Grab 380s when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
Got on his ass and now this faggot want to mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killed
With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dime
Cuz you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a pale faced killer WHALE
On his way to fuckin prison pistol whippin tail, ha
Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all bout country, you gave up hip-hop
49,000 copies, the week your shit dropped
While my sales making records break
2 and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton now
Four bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fags
Get this shit out of my stereo
DIALATED YOU VIOLATED
Now you bout to get ANNIHILATED
We gon burry you, Harris
Cire's
get choked up and yolked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I choked Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
And stuck him in cardboard
Chopped up in a box, with sixteen parts
I stomped on his heart D12 havin you filled
Fucked your mother while you watch
Keep your restuarant locked and block your door
Cuz we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur
You a, black Jesus, heart attack seizures,
Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac Greases
White Devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over the country
Haha, oh hell!
Cut this shit off, SHIT.. fuck him.
That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done.
That's it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
I climbed the highest mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of law suits inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by 6 people
And 5 I hit
Ah shhh
I started a mosh pit
Squashed a chick
And lost the foster kids
This room makes me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losing weight
Till I see dumb shhh start happenin'
Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again
So bounce, bounce, c'mon bounce
I said c'mon bounce
Everybody in the house doin mass amounts
To the women in the thongs put they asses out
We don't bull shhh, better ask around
D12 throws the bomb and's dashing town
Bizarre, your mom is crashing out
Help me get her on the couch 'fore she passes out
Bug that, someone help Denaun
He's upstairs wrestling with Elton John
Hey Von
You see me stepping on these leprechauns?
It gotta be Tums the X-lax is gone
Ya I took them all dog with some parmesian
And I think my arm is gone
Naw, it's probably numb
Dumb, dumb, and full of ....
And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue
Scary ass it was a false alarm
You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on
So stop acting stupid
You so high
That you might wake up with a guy
On some new shhh
I think I did too much
I think I got the runs
Rolaids, Pepto and Tums
Watch out, here it comes
Dirty Dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some-, something, something, something
Mmmmm, I dunno
Hop hills
Hills I hop
Hop two hills
On stilts I walk
Snort two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought it was Incredible I killed the Hulk
I wanna roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I'm old and gray
I'm gonna go for broke
No Okie Doke
I overdose
When I pack up my nose with soap
*cough cough cough*
Am I supposed to choke
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby
Born by wh... lady
Now I'm payin child support
(It's your baby!)
I take four shots at one time
And I don't need to chase when I'm swallowing mine
(Yo, you got any room?)
In Bizarre's hatchback?
We can't go farCuz the car has flats
Why the hell you people think I rap?
Because my mother taught me how to reach contracts
If you cash
Then hide it so
(Swift, chill)
I'm just tryin to get by like you
And I don't give a damn if you find me rude
Mean, crude the hell wit you too
I only need 3 blunts and I'm cool
I just copped some and I'm going back soon
I'm at rave
Looking at a babe
Like she want it
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Luny, crazy, tubby, sexy,
dopey headed guy
Whip cream, dirty matresses
Wanna try
Blue hills, broken seals
Got Bizarre actin' ill
Drugs kill (Yeah, right)
Chick I'm for real
Shut your mouth you dirty girl
You know you want me in your world
Ladies please don't fight
Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce
of the Motown sounds on W-Down, ha ha
Give a big shout out to Runyan Ave.
and them Detroit players, y'knowhatImean
And we gonna go to the phone lines right now
Caller.. [BEEP]
Caller my ass! You know who this is
Look I'm mad as hell
First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon' get me on his album
No show I didn't get on it
Then he signed these niggaz D-12, these lil' punk ass niggaz
Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new motherfucker named
[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, first I took the underground over
The well-known asshole brought y'all whore
Then the industry start interestin me
Now I'm Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP
Mr. Trice, the name has occured
in your conversation, but the face is a blur
And if you never spoke my name, nigga you heard
Got word, from that mega bitch that stay bootleggin
Underground since the Fu-Schnickens
Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin with them stupid bitches
Different species (AHHH!)
Shittin on you punk motherfuckers
with a Dirty Dozen type of feces
I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of valium inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by 6 people
And 5 I hit
Ah shit
I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch
And stomped the foster kids
These shrooms make me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losing weight
Till I see dumb shit start happenin'
Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again
So bounce, bounce, c'mon bounce
I said c'mon bounce
Everybody in the house with a half an ounce
Not weed I meant coke dumb ass sit down
We don't bullshit, better ask around
D12 throws the bomb and's dashing town
Bizarre, your mom is passing out
Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out
Fuck that, someone help Denaun
He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn
Hey Von
You see me stepping on these leprechauns?
It gotta be acid cuz the X is gone
Ya I took them all dog with some parmesian
And I think my arm is gone
It's probably numb
Young, dumb, and full of cumm
And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue
Scary ass it was a false alarm
You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on
So stop acting stupid
You so high
That you might wake up with a guy
On some new shit
I think I did too much
This substance equals cups
Red pills, blue pills, and green
Big pills (That's ill)
Mescaline
Dirty Dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some-, something, something, something
Something, something, something, something
Pop pills
Pills I pop
Pop two pills
On stilts I walk
Snorted two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought it was Incredible I killed the Hulk
I wanna roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I'm old and gray
Look for coke to smoke
I overdose
When I pack up my nose with coke
*cough cough cough*
Am I supposed to choke
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby
Born by whore lady
And I'm gonna strangle a - (You're crazy!)
I pop four E's at one time
And I don't need water when I'm swallowing mine
(You got any shroom?)
Does Bizarre smoke crack?
We can't get job
Because our arms show tracks
Why the hell you niggas think I rap?
I do it just to get your company hijacked
If you like smack
Then I might too
(Swift, chill)
I just wanna get high like you
And I don't give a damn if they white or blue
Speed, shrooms, down the valiums
Even smoke weed outta vacuums
I just got some and I'm going back soon
I'm at rave
Looking like a slave
High off chronic
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Pussy poppin', acid-dropping, dope heavy guy
Heroine mescaline pencilneck, wanna try
Blue pills, golden seals
Got Bizarre actin' ill
Drugs kill (Yeah, right)
Bitch I'm for real
Shut your mouth you dirty slut
You know you want it in your butt
I'll put it in your cunt
I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
I climbed the highest mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of law suits inside her palms
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by 6 people
And 5 I hit
Ah shit
I started a mosh pit
Squashed a chick
And lost the foster kids
This room makes me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losing weight
Till I see dumb stuff start happenin'
Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin' to rap again
So bounce, bounce, c'mon bounce
I said c'mon bounce
Everybody in the house doing mass amounts
To the women in the thongs with their asses out
We don't bullshit, better ask around
D12 throws the bomb and gas your town
Bizarre, your mom is crashing now
Help me get her on the couch 'fore she passes out
Fuck that, someone help Denaun
He’s upstairs wrestling with Elton John
Hey Von, you see me stepping on these leprechauns?
It gotta be Tums the Ex-lax is gone
Yeah I took them all though
with some parmesian
And I think my arm is gone
Yo, it's probably numb
Dumb dumb and full of cum
And I think he's 'bout to swallow his tongue
You scary ass it was a false alarm
Think they're about to die when I just got on
Stop acting stupid
Your so high
That you might wake up with a guy on some new shit
I think I did too much
I think I got the runs
Rolaids, Pepto, and Tums
Watch out HERE it COMES!
Dirty Dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some-, something, something, something
Something, something, something, something i dunno
Ayo, pop pills
Pills I pop
Pop 2 pills
Or still show off
Walk on stilts ??
Thought it was incredible I made it home
I wanna roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I'm old and gray
I'm a go for broke
I hope you don't
Pack up my nose with coke
*cough cough cough*
It must have broke the choke
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby
Born by whore lady
Now I’m paying child support
(Its You're baby!)
I take four shots at one time
I don't need to chase when I'm swallowing mine
(Hey!) You got any room
Bizarre hatch back
We can't go far
Cuz the car has flats
Why the hell you people think I rap?
Because my mother taught me
How to breach contracts
If you got cash
then hide it to
(Swift, chill)
I be tryin to get by like you
And i don’t give a damn
If u find me rude
Mean, crude
the hell with you too
I only need three blunts and I'm cool
I just got some and I'm going back soon
I'm at rave
Looking at a babe
Like she want it
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Looney, crazy, chumpy, sexy, dopey headed guy
Whipped cream, dirty mattresses
Wanna try
Blue hills, golden seals
Got Bizarre actin' ill
Drugs kill (Yea right!)
Chick I'm for real
Shut your mouth you dirty girl
You know you want me in your world
Ladies, please don't fight
[Chorus x 2]
My words are weapons
(I use em to crush my opponents)
My words are weapons
(Never show no emotion)
My words are weapons
(I use em to kill whoever steppin to me)
My words are like weaponry on a record
[Eminem]
The rage I release on a page is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, Soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite
Once I get behind tha mic its like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guided light, shinin' bright
My fuckin grip is tighter then my wife's vagina SIKE
These cocksuckin cops
Got my Smith and Wesson
I guess its time to pick a different weapon man that shits depressin
But Swift just got me a new one for a Christmas present
[Swift] - Come on Slim lets go teach this fuckin bitch a lesson
They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative baby hold your head up don't u let up
One bit of this motherfuckin suckers you a soldier get up
Stand up for what you believe in as long as u breathin
They jealous of you man that's the only reason they beefin'
[Chorus x 2]
[Swift]
Its that Dirty Dozen renegade
You did pull out the pin from my grenade
38's will move your shit up out the way
You niggas wont forget about McVay
You got sumtin to say let it out today
And watch these bullets spray
From these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters
That will make Jeff Dahmers look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm dirty so I ain't gotta to buy pistol cleaner
An official beater don't let me see you with your heater
You get swift with it
Tell that mutherfucker Swift did it
You packing sumtin special in your crib then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run your digits
I'm hostile with this roscal pointed up your nostrils
You get splitted and guess what I'm blowin up the hospital
And wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a ho
I'm hannibal lector the spinal cord connector findin whores
And lockup in motels and inject em
[Chorus x 2]
[Bizarre]
I'm eating crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I could be the gay rapper
(Em - Why Not?)
I only fuck animals
Snoop and Trick got my dick starting to itch
Went to my mothers grave site and called her a stupid bitch
One on one in this blood sport
I'm in divorce court
Suin' my bitch off a pack of Newports
6 times I've been arrested
How would you feel if you let your ho witness that always got molested
I'm smokin dank drinkin drink
I cant have any kids cuz I'm fuckin shooting blanks
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck
Nicole's a whore and I'm glad O.J murdered his slut
Responsibility I'm negligent
Bill Clintons a fag should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be president
Call me a weirdo
Call me bazeer
Stop!
You want me to do what? What are those?
You want me to stick those in your what?
What is on yo' nasty mind (nasty mind, nasty mind)
Don't you wanna get fucked from behind (from behind, from behind)
Then treat me like a dirty slave (dirty slave, dirty slave)
And beat me like I won't behave - I just wanna get freaky baby!
Huh, I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up wit you hoes
You don't know me, see I ain't gotta front or play the role
I'm an O.G., I know when you bein phony
See you probably bonin them officers just to pull up on me
That's why sixty percent of women is lonely
They get in my mix only, then try to creep slowly because they nosy
I ain't listen to what, my momma told me
I fuck 'em and pass to my homies (right)
Then he fuck 'em and pass 'em to the homies (take her)
I'm a nasty-ass macaroni; you flashin fast money
you can pass a Roley FUCK a alimony
If you want me, and ain't out screamin about your monthly
I'll be stickin yo' pretty ass until you turn ugly (damn!)
You suddenly see stars when fuckin me
Ain't no menages, I want 'em in threes, release your garments (trick)
It ain't even me to hold back, I fucked yo' moms quick
Have her runnin around this bitch screamin, "That's my dick!"
Yo I know I'm dogmatic, but yo' pussy walls done had it (that's right)
It's evident that you've been fuckin like a jackrabbit
But I stay focused, so I acted like I didn't notice (mm-hmm)
And fucked her with no baby lotion and bust in the soapdish
Hoe you can quote this - your breath is smellin like
you done sucked a senior citizen's old dick in goat spit (god damn!)
You gon' get choked quick, talkin all that hoe shit
All aggressive askin for a slow kiss, no bitch! (the fuck outta here)
You like freakin, see you every night creepin
Suckin off the nice deacons, slut you made his wife leave him (cunt)
So keep slurpin I'll be down to the fullest
But forget it bitch, yo' nipples look like AK bullets
Yo - I'm tearin down whatever you built, your marriage is through
cause I answered your wife's door naked wrapped in a quilt
Hoes say, "Kon Artis got a dick so big!"
Man I can persuade any bitch to have eight of my kids, shit
Beeitch, I should be locked up for havin honies legs cocked up
in the back of my pops truck
I'm not fucked up, I just got a fetish for shootin
Cum in coochie to the pussy is pootin it back out
I sixty-nined this one bitch and she bled in my mouth (shit)
Kicked her out, cleaned the couch out, and beat up my crouch(?)
I don't gotta creep in hotels, I cheat at my house
See I'm a dog, I don't need to keep a secret hideout (nahh)
All night I've been snortin
Your age and where you from - it's just not important (nahh)
You look like one of my mistresses
On welfare, ten kids like the rest of my bitches
Dreams of fuckin a handicapped bitch
Suck my dick while your teeth start to grit (whore)
And a slave, that's how I want you to treat me
I ain't into S&M;, but I love when you beat me (ahhh!)
I told you I was a horny-ass freak
While I'm beatin my meat, your daughter actin like she asleep
(Yeah right) My love is like thunder and lightning
After it's over, I'm lookin like I got my ass kicked by Tyson
I just wanna get freaky baby
Freaky baby, he he
I wanna get freaky with you
D-12.. in your area
And remember, if you lookin for Bizarre
"I'm an instigator" - nigga can't you see?
"I'm an instigator" - ain't nobody worse than me
"I'm an instigator" - I'll be the first to beef
first to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak
"I'm an instigator" - nigga can't you see?
"I'm an instigator" - ain't nobody worse than me
"I'm an instigator" - I'll be the first to beef
first to squeeze, 'til it hurts to breathe, fuck with me
I love gettin shit started
I instigate a peace talk into a beef talk until police need chalk
to chalk you up, have bitches walkin up
Smackin you in your face, screamin that you talk too much
Tell women you said you fucked 'em
Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him
Ran his pockets and stuck him
'Til they gather in front of your crib, guns and long clips
Laughin when they shoot at you over the wrong shit
I lock down your block with lies that's so believable
you'll run and grab your shotguns, glocks and nines (whattup)
Walkin blind, excite fights until they erupt (do it!)
Instigate my own death cause killin you ain't enough
I don't give a fuck if we beefin or not, I'll squeeze first
I'ma heat up yo' spot, I'm a nigga that breathe dirt
On these streets every day, snatchin niggaz yea
How you bitches needin work, you can get it from McVay
I'm dispiteful, I tie a hoe a maniacal foul animal
liable to leave you strapped with yo' bible (fo' real)
I'm psycho, my bullets won't fly by you
You wanna kill me? {*explosion*} You got the right to
Ain't gotta wait 'til night to snipe if I don't like you
You gettin hit in broad daylight with a white rifle
In front of yo' window I'm lookin right through
I love when I see a nigga get stuck..
"I'm an instigator" - drama tends to follow me
I know, I probably owe all of my friends apologies
Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me
Get a lobotomy nigga this one's to my arteries
Guns are a part of me I pack more than pottery
I oughta be jailed for depicted mockery
Egg on fights to plot on the niggaz that shot at me
I don't twist the truth I just make it gothic see
I'm nothin but a liar with a big-ass mouth
Dick and fists big enough to knock your bitch-ass out
Got no reason to tell you the truth
But to be honest with you I rap with him but I don't like Proof
Nigga fuck you, me and Swift got plans to jump you
Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you
"I'm an instigator" - convince a tenth grader
to run up inside his classroom and leave the kids..
Bitch wait up, this is the season
for squeezin off triggers on niggaz for no reason
Either jump or quit runnin your mouth
Pull a gun out, but I use it 'til the bullets run out
I throw a brick at your crib, have you standin on the porch
screamin, "Look what you did!" I ain't feelin no remorse
Nigga just pick up the kids, and Swift got first dibs
with these cherry hot slugs that'll barbecue your ribs
I'm preparin deathbeds, quick to bust lead
while I'm starin at the Feds, tearin off they legs
Once you drop dead they'll be swearin it's a plague
I'm sicker than a coke rastafarian with dreads
You get shanked if you move, ditched with no clues
Don't put shit on yo' tape but yo' skits and interludes
And once I finish you they wouldn't put it in the news
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
If you a loud mouth
Trying to wild out
And we see just how you laying
And we peep your style out
(You a punk)
When you chilling out in front of your truck
And get stuck
That's how niggas get fucked up
No love at home with your infolks
And the world just keeps fucking with your mental
And all these kids making fun of your trench coat
That's how students get shot up
Hating on us but you come to our show (Fuck them niggas)
I crowd surf and you let me go
Oh no
Whip your ass when I get off the floor
Just so you know though
That's how haters get fucked up
When the police pull you over and shit and find ganja
Now every month they checking on your piss
They getting mad cuz you ain't come back since
And now they sweating you
That's how P.O.'s get fucked up
When your mans hook you up with a bitch
Over the phone
And when you see her
She ugly as shit (God damn)
Now at the end of the date she want a kiss
And some dick
That's how blind dates get fucked up
Say we got a real crew with a lot of skill
And only one nigga in our crew make the dollar bills
Y'all fools just mad cuz y'all ain't got a deal
Local rappers talk too much
You don't like this pain
But you roll with punks
Manage to trip the alarm
And you all get stumped
Cops got AK's
Y'all only got pumps
That shit's just dumb
That's how Cruzzie?? got locked up
When your ass wanna walk in the club
But 'stead of telling you to wait
The nigga wanna push and shove (move)
They get trampled from the niggas you brought
So move over
That's how bouncers get fucked up
When you get your guns outta the stash
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished y'all run out of gas
You better haul ass
That's how drive-bys get fucked up
Mixing weed with the brew
Extacy and Kalu, gasoline fumes
Nitrous balloons
Acid tablets and magic mushrooms
That's how D12 get fucked up
I like your records
But my album aint dropped
Dr. Dre's my favorite
Bitch get off his jock
Got a backstage pass and I need to get off
Wanna meet da-da-da Doc?
That's how groupies get tossed up
Drop outta school
Take drugs and molest sluts
Got your girlfriend sucking on my left nut
Your parents don't like me, but guess what (what)
Cuz Bizarre don't give a fuck
Chokin' your wife all in front of your peeps
She toss a brick through the window of your Jeep
They back together by the end of the week
That's so sweet
Slim and Kim argue too much
Invite a ho to your house
While your bitch is out
Now you got the dick
All up in her fuckin mouth
Pull it out
And then you bust off on her favorite blouse
That's how Clinton got caught? up
Steal cars, wreck bars, got fucked up beyond
Recognition, walk in 50? clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs and fuck bitches
That's how Runyan Ave. is cut
When your life wasn't raised up right
See your mother coming home
With different niggas every night
And then you run in to the one you don't like
So get the fuck off
That's how step-dads get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
Hey yo dawg
I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that
I need to get off cause, if I don't
I'ma fuckin explode, or somethin
Now look - this is a story about
some little fuckin girls that I know
It goes like this..
It's so easy for me to make enemies any more it's sickening
People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shitlist
Stickin their noses in shit that isn't none of their business
I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions
Now I'm in the position that, I don't wanna be in - shit
I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches
But now the shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it
So I'm tellin you right now - motherFUCK a Limp Bizkit
Now I'ma be real, B-Real was real
He ain't say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin;
see he chilled
He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral
I'd have never involved my crew if it wasn't for Pupils
Peoples, whatever your backpackin cypherin name is
Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin and
I'da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies
Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies
Hit the studio and I'll admit, I had a few in me
Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain't mad at you any
But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked
I'da never gave you that much attention intentionally
Then I look on the TV, now look who's mentionin me
That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV
After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV
Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me?
Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song
Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong?
What's wrong? You scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too
I shoulda knew better than to listen to you
You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you
They don't hate you
They just think you're corny since Christina played you
And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back
That's a sissy act, and don't call me kissin my ass
Cause I swear to God this ain't just a song I'm tryin to pre-warn you
Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I'm swingin on you!
Motherfuckers must think cause I'm in trouble with the law
that I won't jaw 'em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow
Y'all some - girrrrls - y'all are some god damn girls
Why do you act this way? - Why do you act this way huh?
Why do y'all act like fuckin sissies you pussies
keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that
And we all knowwww - we all know, hah
How fuckin cowards rollll - "keep rollin rollin rollin"
In-fuckin-dent me's and pretend to be down
But as soon as someone calls you out
You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn
Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask
is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
and I won't put you in 'em
Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask
is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
and I won't put you in 'em
Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on
But if I help you sell one record
and I see you at a show, I'll strip you naked
See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends
Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them
I'll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim
All of 'em been with me through this fucked up life that I'm in
That goes for all of my dogs, from Royce to Dre
From Xzibit to Mel-Man, 'til I'm hoist away
in my coffin I'll never soften no matter how often I'm tested
I'll never give a fuck, I won't never be interested
Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated
I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated
This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil
But I will never be this gullible ever again though (nope)
Next time I'll know when someone's copyin off me
I'm not bein cocky, I just know when somebody's mockin me
I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger (hey!)
I say "Fuck Christina" he says "Fuck Christina" but meaner
So from doin a song with Method to beggin to get accepted
I'm peggin Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with
And as for Lethal, don't forget what I said
I'm fuckin you up punk, you're dead! Don't think that I'm playin
And fuck BIZKIT! Cause I know you're sayin fuck D-12
Only not to our face, under your breath, to yourselves
You little - girrrrls - motherfuckin females
Why do you act this way? - Why do y'all act this way huh?
Why do y'all act like fuckin sissies you pussies
keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that
And we all knowwww - now we all know the truth
How fuckin cowards rollll - "keep rollin rollin rollin"
In-fuckin-dent me's and pretend to be down
But as soon as someone calls you out
You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn
Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask
is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
and I won't put you in 'em
Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask
is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
and I won't put you in it
And that's it, that's all there is to it dawg
If you didn't wanna do the fuckin song
don't say you're down with doin the fuckin song
and then back out at the last minute
And then go on motherfuckin MTV talkin about
Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass
If you're scared of Whitey Ford dog
just say you're scared of Whitey Ford, that's it
That's all you had to fuckin say, I wouldn'ta said shit
I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin song myself
and not put you motherfuckers in it, that's all
Now I ain't even on no rap shit no more
I'm on some fuckin-you-up shit when I see you
And I will see you too; oh, and by the way Fred
That wasn't an accident
I didn't mean to give you a play at the Music Awards
Them niggas tried to rob me
Could get the dick
All them bitches tried to play me
You could my the dick
Niggas tried to jump D
You could get my dick
I'm gon' bang when I see you
So get my dick
Have you ever seen a show
With fellas on the mic
With one minute rhymes
That don't come out right?
They bite
They never right
That's not polite
I got great skills
And if my record sells eight mil'
I'ma still smoke weed, get dusted
Get drunk and take pills
Fast gun play
Gon' get you blast one day
Fuckin' with Zee
It be today motherfucker
Look like a sitcom for no brain
We bum a loop
Jettin' from Roscoe Peco train
Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee
With half a forty
Feel like the wall's moving towards me
Ya, till I die from old age
I'll be pulling girls up to suck my dick
Right on stage
So stop talking
Get them old jellies walking
'Fore I call Pace celly walkman
Tell him y'all been
Acting iffy
And it's really starting to piss me
And like popcorn, my niggas be here in a jiffy
With all the mac 10's set beside me
I gon' start wylin' and kill everybody
Tell your fronting ass bitch
To get the dick
And to you booty ass label
To get my dick
To you corny ass rappers
Get my dick
To all you motherfuckers
Get my dick
Have you ever seen a show
With niggas on the mic
With one minute rhymes
That don't come out right?
They bite
They never right
That's not polite
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Pace Won, Mr. Perfect
Take a warm shower
Make a condo out of saw powder
Make the sunny clips at the born hour
I'm a wizard at this shit
Like Jowahn Howard
Put my gun up in the ass of crews
And start to spray
Time to pay massive dues
So I take MC's that pass the rules
And fly 'em into space like NASA do
I'm the weed lover
Go in deep cover
Tricking these goofy ass hoes
I need rubbers
Your favorite nucka flow butter
Niggas get mobbed
Leave with their clothes cut up
"When you come?" is what they asking me
You fresh to No Limit like Master P
I be keeping shit milky like cask and cream
Pace Won, lace blunts, get a masking fiend
Motherfucker
And to y'all fag ass cocks
Get the dick
To your bitches on the block
Get the dick
And to the fake weed spots (Fuck that)
Get the dick
And y'all niggas without socks
Get the dick
Have you ever seen a show
With niggas on the mic
With one minute rhymes
That don't come out right?
They bite
They never right
That's not polite
Your flow is kinda doo doo
I'm more filthier than mic bombs
From Newark to Honolulu
Mowahd to cherry, raspberry
Apple cranberry, strawberry
Motherfucking flows extraordinary
Your bitch ass'll get bodied and buried
By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary
Give me a mob
Let me champ one
Steadily handsome
Black and like temper tantrums
Spitting like automatic handguns
Can't run
Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson
You got a platinum single, Roley, and money
I'm bummy but I bet I can get your bitch
To beat my dick for me
Doing drivebys in less than two minutes
And I know one of these houses on the block
Got your fucking family in it
And what's the worst is
Is y'all niggas gon' need nurses
I collect money on your block
Like ushers at churches
No matter where your boys go
Nigga I'ma get 'em
You can ask Ponsa's Funeral Home
How much business I be sending 'em
You forgot bitch nigga
I know where you stay
Loaded AK
Move little Johnny out the way
Bet ya these bats
Guarantee your ass won't be walking
I drive '98 Suburbans
While you push cars from the auction
You don't wanna see Bizarre Kid get dumb
I beat bitches' ass when I'm a in a good mood
So imagine I'm in a bad one
You better duck when I pull this nine
I done shot up your block so many times
All I see is 'For Sale' signs
They say these cats only got nine lives
Bizarre done took eight
So tonight you die
Get the dick
Ya ya ya
Get the dick
Yo Bizarre, ya, ya
Get the dick
All you fuckers in Detroit
Get, get
Have you ever seen a show
With fellas on the mic
With one minute rhymes
That don't come out right?
They bite
They never right
That's not polite
You dummies
The reason bitches want me to spend money
Just to spread 'em like gin rummy
I'm Yah Yah, holier than Roshashana
With baby mamas that's pro-black like DeSada
The Lover large and at peace with his god
Behind bars
Y'all niggas living close with the guards
Fucking with y'all I'll always catch a charts
See Johanas Bach
She wanna run, tell her sarge
Life's short, I play hard
See your crew on the street
Better know I won't hesitate to spray y'all
I keep a wife for killing you
And everybody looking like you fag
It's a never-ending cycle
Can't nobody come and save you when I start shit
My letters like kryptonite to the Clark Kents
I'll rip a crew with dust and liquor too
Too despicable
Toss you off the Terrazone Richaloo
I rise like Christ
The third night on mics
But it ain't Easter
It's only death when I meet ya
So get the dick
Get the dick
Bitches everywhere
Get the dick
All the stupid family affairs
Get the dick
All you O-U-T's in here
Get the dick
We liquid
So get the dick
Motherfucker ya ya ya
Get the dick
Have you ever seen a show
With niggas on the mic
With one minute rhymes
That don't come out right?
They bite
They never right
[Kon Artis]
You wont last long like weed in brass bongs
Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs
I shine sober 'cause Bugz is a soldier
Beat that ass like Roy Jones
If ya _
Doin the randisco at a disco with a big hoe
But the stupid bitch from Sisqo now she wont let my dick go
Bugz a stupid niggas, take a shower with my pistol
Walk up in you warm brown bag and with sum _you
Its simple see Im from the D like Eric Hippo
Sick son of a bitch
Robbin a nigga in his pinto
Got my gun on my hip
Sum in the clip one in the chamber
Its danger Fuckin with this super powered stranger
Fuck a battle we brought knives, niggas and guns
Beat your ass and run
Tryin to catch a case for fun
Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa
Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4)
[Proof]
bomb like Sadan, split america in two
The wrap all around your haed like Erika Badu
My issues, miss use, human inatomy
Tearin your flesh and you muscle tissues
Knock em out _then check em in
And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on your second wind
The nine shot, punch you in your naval and rip your spine out
Talkin bout you run this shit when u got no legs
Plus you all booty like Jennifer Lopez
D-12 in a _, work these
Scratch the skin off your back like fur theives
Grab your throught like a nurse squeeze
Make the earth freeze
Stick you for a lifetime like herpes
Challenge Evil Canivel
_ jumpin in a Regal
Challange _Riggs
and being lethal
Challengin fiends
and stealin aluminum siding
Challenge eminem
smokin dope while hang gliding
Challengin hit field hunkies
To a square dance
And climb Mt Everast blindfolded with my bare hands
Aint no fair chance
Dirty Dozen run the D
If any one want beef
Then Come to me
Fuck battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick 'cause u niggas might get hit
United we stand, United we fall
I swear Dirty dozen we gunna kill all ya [Reapeat x 2]
[Bizarre]
10 seconds kiss you ass good riddance
Tell them niggas i wasnt bull shittin
We could fight like a kung fu flick
Choose you weapon
Shake hands
Knock you ass out in 10 seconds
Bizarre needs a concellor
I have shitted on so many M.C's
_should be my sponser
Have _ rob ya for your diamonds and pearls
While im in the next room havin my way with your girl
I swear _, any mc up in here
My niggas pop so many guns you swear it was new years
You gunna need a _when my friend battlin you
Pop shit my gangs on Runyan Avenue
You niggas aint crooks plus you all shook
Have you mom suck my cock while i read playboy books
I aint sayin im the illest mc
But ask 10 outta 10 niggas and 10 gunna say me
Fuck battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick 'cause u niggas might get hit
United we stand, United we fall
I swear Dirty dozen we gunna kill all ya
[Bugz]
_walkin
Ass gripper and shit talker
Got a love for dynamite like Jim Walker
Jim bean, and have your missin like Jim Hoffer
Caughin, ill be slittin your trought for thinkin of talking
Love beef thats why half the click _
No love for hoes but I shit i fuck em _
May as well give em the dick
Shit on em
And when they ask why i aint called em
I just tell em im sick
Same shit i tell every chicken head that i bone
They dont beleive it but they know i got a fetish for chrome
Pushin cats in wheel chairs down flights of stairs
Startin fights with chairs
(Some body died!!)
Like we care
Invite bitches to go hikin with me
Up a mountain
Throw em off
And tell there moms she died from skinny dippin in the fountain
Mr. Porter stay live on wax
While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track
[Kuniva]
Im the alcohlic
Bring catastrophy to others
Make you see murder like master p's little brother
Flatterin punks, shattering junk
Get your cavity _
With the force of a rim shatterin dunk
Now u wanna be thuggish ruggish
So im a let a slug hit
And call you broken bone
And if u got a crew
Im a name em after you
Fractured bone, neck bone and funny bone
You cant flash when all your moneys gone
Ill give you a 30 minute head start
Fuck that ill even wait till its dark and hunt you down
Swing an axe and watch how many dumb thoughts
Leak out when your head parts
Fuck your automobile to me its just a red car
_now for me you ass clean outta existance
In an instant
Ill fire persistant
Shots consistant
_terrorizing your block
See all these niggas when i step in the club
Im bringin them
And any niggas lookin to hard
We Rodney King'in em
Malice Green'in em
And gasoline'in them with premium
Light a cigarette flick at him
And spit it at him
Hold up a picture of his family
And kick it at him
Boxin with out gloves
Deeper then glee clubs
While you stand in tha back and look mean like E-Luv (??)
Cant no other crew stand us
Put my hands on you quicker then a nigga playin two hand touch
Yo Kuniva in the ruggedist
Hop in the truck and hit everybody on your block
Jump out and cut a bitch
Another truck i gotaa put a stain on
In the middle of the street screamin bring the pain on
Fuck battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick 'cause u niggas might get hit
United we stand, United we fall
[Bass Brother]
Ok
This is another
Public service announcement
brought to you in part...
*Punch*
[Rondell Beene]
Yo
This thing on?
good good hell yea
Look, im speaking on behalf of d12
and if you get affended by words like
bitch
ho
sissy
faggot
homo
lezbian
fudge packer
clit eater
all that shit like that
then you should turn this shit off right now
cuz thats just some of the shit
no thats the only shit you gonna hear right here on this album
its not that they dont have creativity
or some shit like that, that aint the case
we just like sayin shit like that, just to fuck with you
hey! I told you to hold him down, now hes running
fuck it *bang*
god damnit if you would have just stayed still
nothing would have happened to you
just goes to show you, if you fuck with us
shit can happen... bitch
This is another
Public service announcement
Brought to you in part...
This thing on?
Good good hell yea
Look, im speaking on behalf of d12
And if you get affended by words like
Bitch
Sissy
Faggot
Homo
Lezbian
Fudge packer
Clit eater
All that shit like that
Then you should turn this shit off right now
Cuz thats just some of the shit
No thats the only shit you gonna hear on this album
Its not that they dont have creativity
Or some shit like that, that aint the case
We just like sayin shit like that, just to fuck with you
Hey! I told you to hold him down, now hes running
Fuck it
God damnit if you would have just stayed still
Nothing would have happened to you
Just goes to show you, if you fuck with us
It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out than what Britney's tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch
So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits
You know how many shit's I get if I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She just fucked Ben, got pit fucked and dick sucked him
If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I can't shit
Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand this
Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
Fuck your jewelery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH!
What's goin on in the world today
People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music
Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do
So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Mary's broke, Ty's snortin coke, and then an overdose
I got two little boys wit me
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early wit my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley!
Alotta rappers are livin in la la land
That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha men
As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junky
I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene
To all the independent women in the house! (HEY!)
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!)
Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston
The shit's confusin (SNIFF!)
Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal
Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbells
PeeWee Herman's, peep show places
Public restrooms, peep those cases
Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into little body snatchers
Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme
Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime
It's only music, media know it but they blind
I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine
Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin
If you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh)
But holdin back on what I say just aint me
Now what's these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um)
For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers
Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)
Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit
I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when they ask me about my sarcasticness
Check it out
This is my shit fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga
The Kon Artist born liar
Lie to your pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that bitch I did do it
Steal cars Ive been through it
Done that
Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that
Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga
But im far from that average joe that you know
Use people for sheilds at shoot outs
That i started, cold hearted
Runnin reckless peep out your shorty till my neck twistin
Infectionist, poisonus bug we all ruff
Showed your daddy love or slugs
Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die
We still forced him
Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled
Now we layin dead with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed
Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your fans been had, bamboozle, run em up
But you loosing credibility the miniute _ and up
So fuck that stank bitch with the saggy ass titties
Fuck all the niggas that dont represent our city
Fuck JLB they dont play none of my shit
Fuck all them niggas that be suckin our dicks
Sicker the tuburculosis
Pack a cannon with a focus
Thats killin all the players and the coaches
Embarrass you in front of company like dirty roaches
Approach this and get served the situation, hopeless
Wrote this, jot it down cuz Kuniva wrote this
The wild animal rhyme colprut
Ferocious, closest
Nigga walkin behind you with a dosage
Of teffifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers
The grim reaper dipped in all black like folgers
Packing four heaters and carrying five holsters
Suppose if i was to let you put up all your posters
Let everybody think you was the dopest
I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra
Box you up and sold ya
Take you underwater and hold you until its over
I told you once you dumb _ with a blunt
That be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _
Get your ass kicked quicker then punts
Im sick of you punks
Cock it back now Im upset
Yo' niggas next
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect
Creepin like insects and ridin with ten techs
Ahh fuck any D.J that dont play Bizarre's shit
Fuck your sister I dont like her she dont suck dick
Fuck that nigga that talk shit to my crew
Fuck all yall niggas who say I dont like you
Im a brand named guy
Who loves to stay high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size
A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with drunken thug
Too fucken numb to feel the buzz
Yall niggas know the image
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits
This time, bitch, Im goin all out
Whippin the four out
Like get the dough out
Im miss crime, sick individual
Ask my peers in middle school
If you walk my way home gettin robbed is like a ritual
Lyrical giant, tyrant who lies _
Just to get you to do what I want
And bitch you will
Sit you still, tie you up
Begin to ill
And destroy you face, Im with some shit that u can feel
Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead
Fuckin your new wife in your brand new bed
Fuck your chicken head she suck dick anyway
Fuck anybody who say crime dont pay
Heard enough garbage to make a glad bust
Add just my magnum beef I had enuff
Snuff the sweetest mc in this camp tribe rivulry
To be as live as me keep em quiet like a library
My rhymes are virgin tight
And not fuck-with-able
You find the mic suckable
Without chicked pox, untouchable
Peep my _ aint to be tested
Ill test the globe and rip through your domestic
Majestic warrior to rap to win
Knock the _, and slap the chin of the aggresor
Thinkin that they fresher
Wanted conquest holdin down the one sided contest
That explosive rappin nigga
The fans wear a bomb vest
Style be a eliquit
A fellow pimp to mant with clips
Fuck _ kicks and being skinny with zits
Im the shhhhh, _
Like cane in a crack pot
I thinks its best you act right
Ill confirm your death, left the morgue _
D-12 is blowin up like the fourth _
I whisper far well to my granny
Till I push her down the stairwell
And im sendin her care mail
Like get well you old hag
Ill bring the pain like a blow fag
Staplin one his gonads to his sock
Doin jumping jacks
Once we put you down bitch their aint no comin back
Remember that
Its the big guy, quick to get on you
Battle? I'll be glad to shit on you
Come against my crew and see who gets destroyed
Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz
Shady ass niggas wether drunk or sober
Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded over
I dont give a dam bitch Im just to ill
Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field
Like bitches _ , _ _, think of the illest line know
And I bet you i already said it
Just forget it, cuz you niggas pathetic
Pop shit, yall niggas go and get it
Beat your ass hang ya with this fuckin mic cord
Fuck the sword, I quote my raps in billboard
Suck my dick while I laugh like its funny
And drive off while she yell
"Where's my money"
Fuck any body who beef with d-12
Fuck all yall momma their pussy's smell
Fuck anybody that wanna bring tha beef
Fuck all yall hoes that say my feet stick
Fuck them niggas that dont give us radio play
Fuck takin a bath i dont wash anyways
Fuck anybody tryin to be on our team
Fuck all yall niggas with them weak ass dream
Fuck all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not cuz they cant rock the fucken spot
Fuck all yall niggas with them dirty ass shoes come in the club like your dope and your singing the blues
Fuck anybody tryin to kiss our ass
Fuck all yall niggas who wont cut my grass
Fuck all them niggas who aint getitn no money
Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey
Fuck all the girls who aint givin up the sex
Fuck all you niggas and im askin whos next
Fuck anybody wanna battle my crew
Fuck, Fuck you, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck you
Fuck anybody wanna get down with _
Fuck all yall niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy
Fuck you mommy
Fuck your daddy
Fuck your gramma
Fuck his caddy
Fuck your people
Fuck everybody
Fuck his girlfriend
Fuck John Gotti
Fuck the Mafia
Fuck _
Fuck New York
Fuck Detriot
Fuck New Jersy
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
and drastic movement of people actin stupid
I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music!
You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh)
Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch)
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music
I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
It's fight music!
These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin
Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music!
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
I came to save these new generations of babies
from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..
I make music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music
So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses
Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you cain't do it (ha ha)
A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this
Kurt Cobain music - students converted to 'caine users
as soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it
What's your name?
Judas
Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this
I got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't understand
how I'm all up in you niggaz TV's like Carole Anne
I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to strike
Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice
(Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife
I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat those
You'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong
It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause I came back to rule this time!
It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine!
Yes it's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause I came back to rule this time!
It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine!
It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off!
The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes
Beat up strangers without a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it
Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walkin zombied it's ornery
Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie
Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt
A deranged team, smokin ganja greens
This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines
I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D
And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat
And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet
STOP TAKIN DRUGS!! I'm tryin
My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron
And if I die, it won't be because I got shot
It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Takin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em
Ten years is what I'm facin
Police breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement
(Jermaine!) A rapist that'll bust in your mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin dirty jinn
So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in
No medication, I'm out of perkasets
I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wet
Gimme some hash
and when i trip nigga gimme ya mask
then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash
that precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast
get in your ass if you want have to leave and eagle mack (??)
you want a see-through class
dont take much to read you class
bitch
you broke as fuck and on the bus cuz your Regal smashed
this shit is lethal _
battle me i keep you mad
put you in a sleeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad
either _
or feel the wrath of my heater that
lyric punches makin meters blast on your speaker rack
crib, club or anywhere where theres people at
they love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at
your girl's a rat
tell that ho im not gonna beep her back
dont need her black
got too many other needer-rats
who heater fat (??)
i bet your gal aint fuckin with my gat
im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat
gone black
your more whack
than a gold sack
you shown dat
when you flowed
that's a known fact
clone rap
suck a MC broad
need to pick another field, go out and find you a job
or either go out and rob
because
rappin' aint to function
you out of place,
like a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades
while my innovative ways
set your lyrics to a blaze
put a grimace on ur grave
im in the Guiness on a page
of history
puttin sucka niggaz out they misery
its not a mystery
my victories are bodacious
it wouldn't matter if the judge is racist
and i was battling your aces in your bitches bassment
im un-fuckwitible
thats literal
face it, the general
with senses of a senitle
holdin on my genitals
right before i send tha fo's (fools)
down the earth like minerals
even after centerfolds
in videos, my ego goes
in cagnito hoes
from mosquito rolls
mean and biter
i hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita
you aint no writer
it still dont even have a spider
Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters
yea yea bitch
ya muthaphukkin biter
Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us
Detroit niggaz roll deep
hold heat and talk slick
yea yea bitch
stay off my dick
i should tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife
and sit you in the alcohol bath for the night
and watch you strugglin strainin squeal for your life
dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da life
thats what i take from you
meet u in fake humble
attack your foundation until it crumble
its me and my dog be on stumble (??)
go _but stayin in tha right mind
just to blaze a track
to _or fake individuals that rap
screamin up your bootleg like they scared and shit
knowin that tha Kon Artis come prepared with clips
fuller then male scriptures
you watch u take pictures
notes and write down quotes and how i rap and get witcha
told u niggaz before we got much to gain
nothin to lose, curuptin the lives of all rules
tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him
tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him
with venom in it to murder him
servin' him right
D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite
we rock from state to state
and city to city
you make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities
and nobody wanna size D bra
_die wit side shit give it to y'all glit caught raw (??)
raw raw raw raw raw
Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us
Detroit niggaz roll deep
hold heat and talk slick
yea yea bitch
stay off my dick
I turn a hard nigga yellow
and make his ass faster than a cheetah
don't blaze no blunts
but i blaze them thangs
amaze ya gang
wit bullets i rattle your frame
whos that_
stay suburban tusslin'
playin dat 3 digits
before cusslin (??)
bustin twin glocks
on your block
yellin my name loud puttin rhymes inside your mailbox
infared dots
BLAHW
caught your dreadlocks
waitin for tha cops
and tell him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac
hot lead to flesh
shot, bled to death
like Red and Meth
You need to Hoop Up
Soup Up
for battlin war
that on the more
i spattle ur horse
got battle dates on your tour
show up on you
battle on ur encore
_ wit dis shit
on ur mic grip, you might slip
hang it up
hit like Sonny _
peace to _
rock til the early morn'
this shit is on
i got da problem fiend fiend problems
my crew mugshot D12 uglier than the green goblin
i bring fear too
horror, near u
a fact why nobody wanna hear u
your whack bitch!
what the fuck you thought would happen?
when bullets start collapsin your frame
maintain or bring pain
freestyle fanatic named Pete
fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat
MC the extrordinair
steppin on ur bunyan
screamin 7 mile bitch eastside come from Runyan
hold down your fort
snort like cocaine
Richard Pryor
i clap more clips than a liver squire (??)
yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought
y'all niggaz get caught like saught im incredible like the hulk
why settle for _nigga
P-R the letter "O"
my sex is hetero
cash checks like federal
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs and six shooter
Body bullet polluter, perverted intruder
Now who the, fuck wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased
I got a bitch named trigger, my main-squeeze will make your brain
freeze
Dirty D is dope like cane
Remained eased, maintain chill status with no pause
Hot slugs to your carriages, turn your dome to coleslaw
My only thought is survival before my arrival
I'm jumping out on niggas like I'm 5-0
Smack 'em up like a pack of trifling fly hoes
Any opportunity to mangle I never pass up
Fucking your clique with broom sticks - face down, ass up
Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your chest red
With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said
Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a block near you is Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a stank, slut bitch with 30 husbands
When I was 5 I was already fuckin'
And playing X-rated cassettes in Teddy Ruxpin
I used to walk up and down the block cussin'
Locked in youth homes at 6 with glocks bussin'
I grew up with not ballers, who got dollars
Shot callers with guns and Rotwillers
By any means necessary I'm on a killing spree
It's the devil in me, intoxicated with brown Hennessy
Beware life ain't fair and I don't care
Cher braids my hair while her kids are in day-care
Two blunts and I'm out for lunch
Your whore said I'm here "Sugar pie, honey bunch"
This Bizarre kid, that ain't the answer
You're more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat with fucking cancer
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Back from the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle
Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths new single
Who's the big guy who's quick like Sugar Ray
Fuck Calgon bitch, Bizarre might take you away
Give up the pussy cause I know you a freak
?? in a week, cause my kids got to eat
Date raping anorexic girls in my beat-up car
(Hold up Bizarre, you taking that shit too far!!!)
but I can't stop cause my brains ain't there
Bust a nut then drop that bitch in Lake St. Clair
Your mistakes ain't rare, your rap style annoys
You rap like a bitch plus I can't stand your voice
Bitch you suck, you whack as fuck, eat a dick
You need a brick upside your dome, we be the clique
Runnin' you down in carloads
Leaving you smashed down on tar roads, flat line like barcodes
Put up your guard hoes, I'm blazing heat the way we speak
Not even Nike could cover these amazing feats
Burning rappers eternally, internally and externally
For half stepping like one-legged fraternities
Quickdraw McGraw, AKA Eye-Kyu
Putting something inside you, leaving holes that I see right through
For anyone obstructing my view, my art of attack
Is slugs through your chest, that'll blow your heart out your back
Making sure you get fed, with a whole lot of led
And throw you over the Ambassador Bridge and scream "Drop Dead!"
Largely, I'm out to stack equations, without a tax-evasion
Make moms say "That's amazing," all the same like black and Asian
My pack evasion, attack a stage and you blush like a Cadillac,
I wish your fleet would try to battle rap,
Or make a man bleed, like a cattle pack stampede
Front and co-sign my hands leave
Think to Recognize like Sam Sneed
My ?? dispose ya, froze ya, another classic closure
The death-master out to blast ya
My team runs shit, from from the D E side, down to last ya
Past the, norm, my crew swarm, molest the children of the corn
Dirty D 'till infinity, now bring it on
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
[Eminem]
It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out than what Britney's tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch
So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits
You know how many shit's I get if I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She just fucked Ben, got pit fucked and dick sucked him
If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I can't shit
Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand this
Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
Fuck your jewelery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH!
[HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre]
What's goin on in the world today
People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music
[Bizarre]
Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do
So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Mary's broke, Ty's snortin coke, and then an overdose
I got two little boys wit me
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early wit my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley!
[Kuniva]
Alotta rappers are livin in la la land
That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha men
As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junky
I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene
[Kon Artis]
To all the independent women in the house! (HEY!)
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT!)
[Proof]
Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston
The shit's confusin (SNIFF!)
Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal
Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbells
PeeWee Herman's, peep show places
Public restrooms, peep those cases
[HOOK]
[Swifty McVay]
Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into little body snatchers
Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme
Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime
It's only music, media know it but they blind
I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine
Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin
If you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh)
But holdin back on what I say just aint me
[Kon Artis]
Now what's these parents all mad for (Your music is bad for 'um)
For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers
Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)
Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit
I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this
Your fakeness is atrocious
post is deep in your hypnosis
then focus
roll this
and smoke this
like L's
of that bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells
a hiphop refugee like Praswell
Travelin citys
pimpin babblin biddys
game trump tight and solidified
comupterized
to get rid of spies
know what I do to guys
shootin and spittin lies
I'm banished in exisdence
vanishin any instences
brandishin sentences
proovin repentences
the only way to see me, dont miss these
me and my crew smoke so many trees that
I piss leaves
never _my bitch please
but keep smokin my system, roll blunts it's all tight
on an off night
I still smoke like exaust pipes
and bust a universal flow
and blow your wig back like niggas with toupe's
drivin a convertable
and further more
I run the board
your shit is played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce
back with a bungee cord
Bring your boys in
we can bring the noise in
YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN
My crew is like a maze
put fear like ex-slaves
who wanna step to this microphone and think that they brave
dozen always startin the fuckin beef
I don't care if your from Kansas I'm killin the fuckin chief
back the fuck up I'm releasin my dumb-dumbs
tell your whore stop pagin me 9 1 1
I'm the star
that they call Bizarre
smokin blunts with Mel Far (??)
in my brand new car
_wanna see me
even if I was in Arizona I'd still request iced tea
Bizarre don't give a shit about you
on top of the mountain ain't nothin your bitch-ass crew
can do
sick emcee that they call Peter
treat your crew like an unexpected meter
reader
fuckin more shit than Howard Corsell
Butt-fuckin Jassabells
in nasty hotels
How you think your crew sound compared to this
it's the team that your entire clique scared to diss
demandin attention when the glock sound
y'all niggas to be murdered like Jeffery Daumer on lock down
I'm brown like Bobby, pullin hoe's like whitney
Take your title, kill your moms so you won't forget me
lips sealed nigga I might blow important plots
whoever fronts is gettin done like Micheal Jordan's pops
sure I'm number one translator my fame dirty D
y'all niggas gettin hung like this was 1933
got word of me
now flee
cause you don't got a chance
death is 3 easy steps so now we gotta dance
so look away
dont play
with the style master
I love killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture
lyrically I'm sick, ill everything but sober
my nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked over
Dirty Dozen is the clique so I ran over and lit cha
ripped the ass right out ya pants like a Dovermin Pincha
like the cobra and ninja
my intentions to injure
and prevent ya
from enterin from the edge of my center
or get your muthafuckin pants split at the creases
fuckin you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases
my duty is to keep a strange abard (??)
I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard
and this ain't the yard
Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger
droppin your whole clique with one finger
til none linger
beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of Great Danes
chargin like freight trains
Hmm, yeah
This just one of them days when yo' ass just wanna chill out
and motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, yknowhatI'msayin?
Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk
blowin all yo' high away
Now that's some fucked up shit, heh
but it happens, yknowhatI'msayin? Yo
Yo yo yo yo
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout
When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth
When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
that's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll
But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto
Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs
You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up and
Blow, my, buzz
You want to want to just don't blow, my, buzz
(Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs
(Smoke my weeeeed) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck, you, up
(I might just whoop yo' ass) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool
Bitch let me in the house (Avon?)
No, I just came to eat your mother out
It's the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go 'head!)
Bizarre sit yo' nasty ass down
I spot this fat bitch from across the room
Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (yea yea!)
My face is pink, lookin for a sink
And don't worry bout what I put in your drink
It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up
Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore)
Bitches I'm catchin, blunts I'm matchin
Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverand Jesse Jackson
Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?
It'd be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions
But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer (f'real)
Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo' bitch to bring here ass here
I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare
And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear
When I'm out eatin, you fags'll interfere
They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sittin here
I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass wanna hear?
I didn't answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay?
You want some yea? I'll front yo' ass a play
But other than that, get the hell out my face
Because you niggaz tryin to
Yo Denaun you seem shook
I really am dawg look
This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook
Aww man you probably lead her on
I just bought her a beer!
I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears
I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me cryin
Nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it
Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
the ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids
Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone
Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home
Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs
Go kill yourself
Fuck you!
Well stop blowin my buzz!
I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back
with a slut on my arm while I'm downin the 'gnac
Got the pills in my system, floatin around
Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth
Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in
I think I'm goin def like old senile men
Only one good demo out of three thousand
(Yo I ain't wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin)
Next nigga that bump me, I'ma do the Humpty
and elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me
(Yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit)
Whassup fool? Fuck you punk!
(Motherfucker, the fuck? It's on fool it's on! Whassup then nigga?)
We'll be cool
We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just tryin to smoke my weed
Smoke my weed..
I'm tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up
while I'm just tryin to get blowed
I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gus)-ting
I'm (white), a human mutt, fuck a being
I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all
I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor
Each thought's completely warped
I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board
Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
.. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr ..
Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em
'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Well if so, get ready for some shit yo
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo
So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes
This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes
Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with
so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
So - lock your doors, drop to the floors
Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange"
Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind?
What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme?
You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his silent screams
You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams
It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again
Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
My girlfriend's a crackhead whore
She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor
and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these)
Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat
Run the street and suck another nigga's meat?
My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me)
I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face
And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated
My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease
Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl
Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world
It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary
Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey
I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed
A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's
got more power than 5 a iontons Dragon's python so
"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer"
Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"
Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer"
As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight)
Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison
I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin
Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings
to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace
Niggas bite what they cant be
The rich throw what they cant eat
Niggas you aint sweet
Coughin and gaggin
Often I'm braggin
Got a big dick to stop my pants from saggin
Waggin your tail like a fag in the jail
Keep _on the fucker like weed bags in the mail
Empty you vein like a sword to flesh
You niggas rap about nothing like Lord Finess
(This is bugz)
Let me know
You niggas was shoot or start a scrap
You think they wanna shoot?
Ill put a bullet through they starter cap
This a about every niggas that i beat up
Stomped unconscience
Smacked with tha heater
Fuck you
Bugz dont give a fuck about your feelings
I blow your shit out like I gun hustle Simmons
So hide your knot when you walkin up my block
Niggas smack you with the glock
And take the money out ya sock
Know to act a fool
And wild out when we buzzin
Always rumblin
Roudy niggas dirty dozen
Cold blooded but album hotter then a oven
You want beef? What niggas start sumtin
Its Proof the total package
You total wackness
The fact is
You need a life time of practice
Im active bouce in the coupe
To the _
Found the foutain of youth
?Mudon? is countin on Proof
_ survival blaze _
Before armageddon snatched the prof
Out the bible
Kill a rival with the impact of a rifle
And ring the blood out ya
Before_ crypt and my disciple
(??)
Man lemme tell what type a nigga I am
Im the type of mutha fuckin that write rhymes that kill niggas
Im the type of nigga that niggas cant fuck with
You know what im sayin? That what type of nigga I am
You the type write away gone write a million rhymes a day
Come back around the way and sound the same ol entire way
Bugz will grab a brew and drink a proof from Mary J
And bust a freestyle that sounds better then yo tape
You style is bitchy, I have a harder time with Missy
Yo whole set up sucks like Monica Lewinsky
I can cop a seed and read a dictonary first
And kill you with a rap full of words
(Kuniva)
Yo its Kuniva, I`ll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor
And cock the hammer back like tim the two man tailor
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 aint a secret get scared
And be nervous, cuz 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 thru 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
(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 ya lead actors
Speed n acids when I mourn, didnt 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
(Kon Artis)
I`m sick of bitches man, I done heard enough shit
Talk alot of mouth like they wanna do it
Then they pull down they pants and then I shoot fluid
Then they start runnin screamin like they God called them
And I called them back and then pulled a crackin in
Stick my dick up in and make them rap again
They wanna rap for me and tell me that they love me
Kon Artis your my daddy and I dont wanna be your hubby
I cant be your hub baby I aint gettin married
I`m stand fuckin bitches, it really very scary
My lil cousin named Terry told me that I fucked him too long
And then I gotta get a Jerry curl to make `em all keep drippin
You niggaz know I never really be trippin, my beats bang
Make ears bleed thru walkmens thats why people ignore you like you aint even talkin
You chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addict
That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis I cut you off
Pickin that gang green your man seen how I get ignorant
By losin my spleen the truth of the seen as soon as my team
Get on we rule cities like zila thru Hong Kong, you wanna knew
You wanna know, you gotta ask my man Proof how the fuck the flow goes
(Proof)
Pull it back pull it back pull it back pull it back
we aint wentin no where, we sippin shampane
Shady records, aint no body better than us
Shady records, no chedder than us
Shady records, aint no body better than us
Shady records, I got your ears goin like its ???(that is hard to tell)
Hotter than a fellon in a carload full of nines
Got the sparkles out to shine, get your back up
And get your dollars out ya spines
Because the head is ill I`m in love with Natasha Betingfield
Yo faster than a Porsche, make you disappear
Like advertisement in the Source, so do it baby
I want the sugar baby, my sift from the rabies
Yo Proof D12 is on the haitus, on a scale from 1-10
I`m an 8, wait you dont know how 8 is, 8 is jigga
Thats me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim, now I finally give you
The time I give you to Bom Artis has got promise
And me and proof and swift and the Kon Artis
And it aint over boy, who you beef with trust me
I`ll tell you Puffy and you can lose big, cuz its that
Face it, I`m a brick face, you get it laced wit a switch blade
Yo I stab you wit a mixtape, tell ya girl ask her how my dick taste
I told you once before that I`m a brick face, I`m a big and I shine plus I spit mace
Make all the bad boys thats missin listen up yo next on this transition
And you know how it is and you know when its gravy next up
Chigga chigga Slim Shady
(Eminem)
I don`t figure this rap shit out, I map shit out strategically
Timing is everything and that seems to be the key
To my success I`ve murked from me repeatably (we beat emcees)
Timing is everything and seem to be the key
Let them diss your first then respond
immediatley
In order to master the art of war, don`t start a war
Shit not no more we dun scared em off there are no more
Victims this sick, I`m fixin` to pick some to start shit
Ain`t got no pictures to rip and shit to throw darts at
Ain`t go no more targets,
Shit irv and jeff we beat`em to death, benzino in debt
It seems to just be no one left to bully
Bush is pussy, why the fuck you think his name is bush? Puss is bushy
Ain`t shit goin on. Shit I been gettin` so bored latley,
I`m thinking of doing some shit to get you to go hate me, again
I think i liked this shit better then
Shit i could spit better im about to kick this bitch shit again
Look the game just aint the same its changin
Shit Dre's quittin Jay's quittin now its just waisted
Sayin the the same shit it fake and its achient
Its making me so bored im might just go make me a new language
Fubba you cova cubba, ubba you ubba ooba
Youba can subbabick my dadibbadick through a tuba sum other luma lama
I'm not a human, I'ma a suicidal supersonic suicidal uni-bomber
you think im the new Osama
Press thinks I'm the new madonna
Jeffery Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry on
Alot of talk and rumors on us, who's the hottest to be honest
[Bizzare:]
[Echo]
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Sike!
[Eminem:]
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
[Swift:]
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be fucked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops
[Kon Artist:]
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with they hands out
Checking for ur record when its selling
When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
[Screech]
Damn!
[Crash]
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
[Kuniva:]
Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When i pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night
When The Music Stops
[Proof:]
Instigators, turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
This hell street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
[Bizzare:]
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said fuck the police
Now i'm in jail
93 was strictly R&B;
Fucked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
Fucking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now i'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops
[Proof]
I'm bout as crazy as Mike Tyson is
A fallen raspler from out the raspers that bounce twice a live
Rollm blindfolded on the Eisenbridge
And dom driveby's on ____ slice this
Dwellm from police, vice and pigs
Sphk the Mellow bitch from out the vice with trigs
Tell Shyne that nigga ain't as nice as BIG
And I'ma jab at his __ like some spicy ribs
[Swifty]
Well it's you true ganz man
This is yo last chance to test yoself
Vou get dumped in a trashcan Bitch, how's ya doe
I'll be lurkm like second hand smoke
I'm snatchm throats as soon as I find that rollt
Vou get drug like that nigga from Texas
Twelve noon in the subdivision
In the back of __ Lexus
So you can get this message
Bitches wouldn't listen
See I shitted on that cop when the nigga caught me pissm
[Kon Artist]
Yo, yo, you came to ball with me
Nigga please get on yo six back
Started of smgm and personally you should switch back
Or get hit with a brick in your back
Find your button jabbed, cut up in the back of my Pomtiac in a nap-sack
Denaun don't be bullshittm with y'all
I hang with fellons and all I gotto make is a call
They lether witdrawl
Blast from a nigga with guns
Watch grabble crawl and and hide the body behind the drywalls
r r • i_v _M_ .M_ •
[Kuniva]
Vo, yo I'm a walkm timebomb
With a destructive radius
Packm guns with nucleair tempbullets and stadiums
Streetsmart, runnm you over with shopping cards
Coppm darks, fill em up with amonia and started off
I'ma said it, hcken off more shots then diabetics
Even shootm the paramedic for bem sympathetic
(I bring at you) Known for wreckless dnvm and carcrashm
(Ey yo we mashm) Takm your momma's car without asking
[CHORUS]
DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
[Bizarre]
Let me begin
What? Where? Why? or When?
Bizarre fuck around and blast you and your friends
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kmda lyrical
If you live past twelve, it'll be a miracle
Niggaz wanna diss me in they fuckm whack rhymes
We spy back, your mother's dead by lunchtime
Ask the last rapper who tried to diss me
Vou won't be able to cause his fuckm life is history
Better bring your army if you plan on gettm me
They takm shit of ____
[Kon Artist]
Eh yo, I'm know for dnvm drunk boppm my head with a drivemile
Hittm for destiny's fuckm hoes till they pass out
My idea of a romantic evening is dayrape
____, on the run for police hoppm of of your momma's fire-escape
Ten stories high
Land on a hmo
Kill the chauffer then skirt off bumpm my new demo
My life's on lease
Get a piece of your gandneece and tell her my real name's Reece
[Swifty]
I throw a fourty on the gouvernor's grass
Cover yo ass in crap
Quick to get out of line cause I be drunk ridm wraps
And no punks fighting back
I get high in crackcranium
Vou see a nigga up in Signapour paining him
Throwm grenades inside of stadiums
Smack yo lady and then advice you niggaz aching we brigadm em
Vou can call the national guards bitch I'm paym em
Blast yo squad then I'ma get the fuck away from em
I ain't got shit to say to them but get the dick
Quick to fuck pohceofficer's wives with nightsticks, motherfucker
' om DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
DIRTV DOZEN we live this shit
[Kuniva]
Eh yo, I slit throats
Walk in a diner and order French toast
Take a flight to Littleton (Bitch gimme back my trenchcoat)
I strike back, don't even ask for this mic back
Vou better of askm Debal for your bike back
Vou make the era of inviting niggaz who like fighting niggaz
Like Mike Tyson, the murderous trife titan
I make a statement, rippm your truck up on your pavement
Lookm for something hark enough to hit you in your face with
[Proof]
And then I grab you by your neck
And dom my bullet loose
Trapped in a soundproof and rapped in bulletproof
Holdm SSO's to naked twin babies
Dirty Dozen the reason y'all don't fuck with Slim Shady
Receive more hits than a baseball stadium
Run up on the Temptation and waste all eight of em (every last one)
We can battle with yo command
Snatch the spine out your back and make you fold like a bad __ hair
[Bizarre]
All you big niggaz
I like that knowledge flow
I'm to old to be rastlm
And fuckm up my clothes
Now you by yorself on the ground by yourself
While your boy yells (Hey somebody get some help)
Fuck a treuce, ain't no apologies
[CHORUS: Kuniva]
Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
You got your hood on lock say...
If its crime on your block say...
[VERSE 1: Proof]
I put men on canvas
Have they ass' off the street Cancerous
We call that the "Hammer Dancers"
Thats the 3-5-7 now the Feds want us
'cause we lead dump and head-hunters
Borough of every hood, In this crime life...
My name painted on the block or this limelight
A G aint' nuthin' but a letter, you can hang man
and these gang-wars, thoughout the gang-lands
Got no problem for hurtin' the Church
My model was murkin' 'em first,
when they said they servin they're turf
With no sea-food, make 'em see-through
I'm into slappin' niggaz, next nigga...
[VERSE 2: Swifty]
....Me Too
My eliminations way too hasty, they don't chase me,
I send more red dot's than pastries,
When the medal is sworn, label me the desolate one,
It aint no settlin' beef, im destined to come...
To any hood, it aint no justice, you wishin' it was...
This crime life got me stealin' your goods
I'm a mental patient, on my way to the central station,
ain't no wasting time... and i sure i facing time
Breaker-1-9, the cops be swarming
on they walkie talkies, tryin' to block me with a warnin'
I'ma dissapear like Spawn, and be gone
to the other side of the country, by the morning...
[CHORUS: Kuniva]
Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
You got your hood on lock say...
If its crime on your block say...
[VERSE 3: Kon Artis]
Cold nights in the pen turn your heart cold,
Cold pinches we sleep on keep a black strong
My brother told me "lil' homie dont get this wrong...
If i get locked make sure you keep the dough flowin
The spots owein', no slowin', get your grind on"
I said for sure, and now you know i got the hood slowed,
"My lil' bro keep up the front like he the one that owe"
by the time they figure out i'll be dead and gone
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
Now be careful when you see them homies hop out that ride
You can catch a body shot and knock your ribs out your side
And the cops are hesitant to come through these parts here,
We head-hunters, so it's evident that we spark fear,
Takin' notes, but always give it to a person in need,
Of a serious chin-checkin' that occurin the deed,
to get our point across, clearly aint no miss-understanding,
now there's nothing you can do to keep these missles from landin'
When the hooligans come out you should be runnin' for cover
By the time you recoved from the hit, then here comes anotha
And you know our presence is felt, like Christmas eve
Make an example out of you, for her and his to see...
[VERSE 5: Bizarre]
Jumped in your car window, you and your boys get out
AK... Tech Nine... Shots rang out...
It's christmas time, my kid needs some toys,
Thats why i'm in the Mini-van, with two of my boys
The King, Nigga i'm a don....
Detroit...Where niggaz snatch cartneys and alcazon...
I'm drunk as fuck, go on lock me out
...and when i wake up, i'll be at your house chokin' you out.
I'm so fucking, out of my mind
I'm moving the east swines with 2 and a half lines
Street wars, my niggaz ready to fight
Guns, pipes, we ready tonight!
[CHORUS: Kuniva]
Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
You got your hood on lock say...
[ Intro ] [ Eminem ]
Guess who, New shit!
D12 World, D-Twizzy!
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
You don't got a reason to want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better put them brakes and let off the gas
And Slow Your Roll
[ Verse 1 ] [ Swifty ]
??? a menace to many, I'm not friendly you get shot in da kennedy fast
You popped willingly you walkin around with Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you bout to watch what its fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
And its not about droppin albums, I'll sock a nigga on da spot
You cant help it but to imagine this walkin massacre
A madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back
And just stand there and snatch your medallion
See I cant fear any nigga that can not happen
The immaculate Mack handler
That got this wrappin by the back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you fear me like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do', blow it off the hinges
I'm marksmatic to press marksman outta walkin
Cause soon your body can catch me shootin up your carcus
So dont provoke shit, I wish the whole mankind was a neck so I can choke it,
Furocious and you aint gonna be knowin where ya folks is
Fuck the milk cartons and posters its over, they ghosts
[ Verse 2 ] [ Proof ]
Niggaz is bitch instead of diggin a ditch
I'ma see how fill this river can get even bitches get hit
I'ma walk a dog on all fours embark 'em with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers
You aint in my racket bitch followin faggots wit wanksta tats on their ass
Eminem: Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice ( backwards )
These thugs need to do what he love and just play the back
Before I'll Put A Sword On Ya Head Like A Raider Cap
You bust I'm sprayin back, leave your hood layin flat
Now what you gonna say to that?
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem]
[ Verse 3 ] [ Bizarre ]
Pull up ??? truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up
Fuck butter I kill the DJ
I dont need you bitch I got a instant replay
Lay down bitch get butt naked
And fuck the viagra I'm tryna nut in two seconds
All around the world, fuck wit different cliques
You aint got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch
[ Verse 4 ] [ Kuniva ]
I'm calm but I steal on niggaz like I was Clepto
Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro
Why stop niggaz, why not pop niggaz, we cop figures
Keep them toast like I hop nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks
I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a low jack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit
A culprit of culture a chaotic comotion
Kuniva will blow shit off the map I post it
Knock you off your penny load so fuck that cold shit
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
[ Verse 5 ] [ Kon Artis ]
I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me
To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be
On your p's and q's people we sees to use
No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives
And put it in your little magazine, but you should
Know that was the most desperate thing that you could
Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much
Start doing herion lines for as much as you gossip
Like bitches with Oscars, ya'll actresses
45's make bodies flip like flabby tits
Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th
Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit?
Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch
Do the math, you'll never have a shady / aftermath ring
And that kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up
Before we clap that ass up ...
[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]
[ Outro ] [ Kon Artis ]
Nigga you better ask somebody
[intro:eminem]
i dont know dude
i think everybodys all jelous and shit
cuz im like the lead singer of the band dude
and i think everybodys got a fucking problem with me dude
and they need to take it up with me after the show
[chorus:eminem]
because these chicks dont even know the name of my band
but there all on me like they wanna hold hands
cuz once i blow they know that ill be the man
all because im the lead singer of my band
[verse one:eminem]
so i get off the stage right
drop the mic
walk up to these hot chicks and im all like
"whats up ladies, my name's slim shady
im the lead singer of D-12 baby"
and there all like "oh my god its him
Beccy oh my fucking god its really him"!!!
i swear to fucking that you fucking rock
please wont you please let me suck your cock"
now by now the rest of the fellows get jelous
especially when i drop the beat doing my acapellas
all chicks start yelling (girls screaming)
all the hot babes all the bras and the shirts
and the panties on stage
so like every single night they pick a fight
with me
but when we fight its kinda like sibling rivalry
cuz there back on stage the next night with me
dude i just think your trying to steal the light from me
yesterday kuniva tryied to pull a knife on me
cuz i told him jessica albae's my wife to be
spark start shit is a life for me
and all the other guys just dispise me "b" cuz me
[chorus:eminem]
em sings "my band" 9 times at the end
Yeah
D12 Is Back In The Buildin About To Hit Yall With Some Freestyle Shit,
2011, Get Em Get Em Yeah!
Ayo Im Going Up That Hinne Low Cleveland He Smoked, Till
Soaked And Coverd
Blood And Without A Penny,
Broke
I Never Was A Mathematician
In Class Division Bored Me, I Was
Snoring. Drempt Of Being
A Graphic Villan, Then Caps We
Pillin Re-mash Admishin. Leave Face Lookin Like A Fatal
Crash Collision. Blast
A 5th And.
Tip, Out. I'll Throw You In The Trunk
Kinda Like An Old White Ladies But,
Yo Ass Is Missin n*gga You Can Compare Me Too Rick Ross,
In Some Ways. Its Whenever
You See The Boss
You Gonna See Gun Play. Put The Torch In Your Face
And Daffy Duck In Breal Up.
This Ain't Call Of Duty Grab The Oozy Get Cha Kills Up
N*gga's Be Rollin Plus They Claim They
Sittin On Grands But Never Tell You They
Fucking Gram's Are Golden. Im So Cereal.
I'll Let The Cannon Busta, Bust. In Any Senario.
B*tch What The Dilio. I Could
Take The Hardest. Sack Then Turn It Too A Kiddy Show
If I Find You Fucked. Like Hide
And Go
Giddy Yo. I Am So Vivid Let The Bullets Play Hide
And Go Get It. When I Am Pissed
Off, I Am So Livid.
And N*gga's Cant Fuck With Us.
New N*ggas Or Old Ones. Hit Ya Homies With Hot Hollows And Grab A Cold One.
Who Next Flexin? I Lift My Two Hands Up.
I Taken Each One, And You Can Forward This Text Message.
Ya'll Know Bizzares Gunna Say Some Crazy Shit
J 45 Gonn' Play Shit Im Amazing, bitch
Im The Best Rapper Ever
Get On Stage In Spandex And
Tight Ass Leather, Lace Weed,
Cocain Twins
Stop Lookin For Bin Laden, Bin Laden Stay In Detroit
Brain, Froze
Cant Feel My Toes All I Need Is An Eight Ball, And A
Picher Of Amborose
20 Thousand, Dalante West Can
Fuck My Mother
50 Thousand, He Can Sodamize
My Brother, Eltan John Say Hes A Celivic Fag
(whats A Celivic Fag?)
A Fag dont like dick in his ass (wow) D--n Straight
Fuck It, We All Going To Heaven
So Pull Up Some Skinny Jeans,
And Tongue Kill John Legend
Im Bout To Go To Canada, I cant Wait Tell Bitches I Know Drake, And
Get My Asshole Ate, Eatin Pussy, Nahh That Aint Cool
But Whats Cool Is Eating Ass Hair With Food
Im A Rude Dude
Ruder Then Jude
Baby Face, N.W.A attitude
(Fuck Tha Police)
And I Smell Food Time To Eat, Pinky Pornawoah
Time To Beat Wife Went To
Work, Time Too Cheat
In Jail For Rape Somebody Call
Reap, Imma Freak!
No Survivin This Poison Is Hybrid
Bitchess Escaping On This Ice,
Then Fall Out The Side Of It
I Am A Human Piranha, With A
murderous Persona I Dround a n*gga Inside His Own Saliva And Blood
The Mental Isilum Kicked Me
Out, Of It Out It, It Wasnt
Enough
I Need A Higher, More Minatical
Place To Call A Club Imma' Cut Throat A Nasty Old Animal
That Will Crack A N---a ' Fast As A Pastsheo 's And
Mozzeltove I Stomp A N---a ' For Being Soft Im Just A Dog That Opened His
Mouth And Broke The F---n ' Muzzle Off Im Cummin'
For Your Balls At Any Cost, Your Washed It
Mars Skeept Through His
Cloths Like A Marg Maller
Im Not Sure
Stab A N---a ' With Rusty Daggers
Give Em ' Lock Jaw, Where They Can 't Open There Trapper
Imagine What Hack Saws
Could Do To These Rap Frauds
You Ain 't Thuggin They Should Be Knockin ' On Wood Like Jim Dougin
Im Huggin' This Glock And Imma' Squeez Like An Anaconda
Thats Standin ' On Your Block Ill Blast Any Bandana That I See
I'll Beat Cha ' With Your Own I.v.
In A Spitte, I 'll Put A Pillow Over That Widdle And Squeez
I've Been A Heaten See I Was My Momma 's Mistake
I Born Tirein ' Im Bombin Where Ever You Basterds
Hibernate
They Contimplate On Killin Me,
Im In The D ' Livin It Im At The Shootin Range,a Nd
Im Bustin Before Im In That
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It)
Bitch!!!
We fucked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all n|ggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month.
Any n|gga poppin ****, go to the trunk.
D12 start ****, n|gga come get us,
7 Mile Runyan, wild n|ggas wit us,
Cause all my n|ggas is talkin' that ****.
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch.
I'll have my wife, cut your throat.
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the **** out, stab you with a knife,
It's D12 n|gga, we ready to fuckin' fight.
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this plate in the throat!
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the **** up, and get the **** up off the flo'.
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home.
Security that can't even stop us because they know,
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go.
Suckin on our 40's and holdin up .44's.
We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans.
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own.
So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!!!!
We deep as a ***, we 'bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us.
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle.
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble.
Elbows flying, n|ggas crying, n|ggas bleeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40z out.
Dirty Dozen whiling, beat n|ggas bloodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want.
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me then
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair.
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose.
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this ****.
If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch.
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique.
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Put ya gunz down, ya niggaz is under arrest
what would a niggaz named Less test as I molest
Who wanna confess, ___ the black Smith and Wess
pull your girl up out her dress, snatch the baby out the nest
Represent the Mid-west, _________ we drug test
look like federal express, leavin a whole lotta mess
Carry a fat knot, my crew's always looted
IN THIS CORNER WE HAVE THE UNDISPUTED
champ, you and Doris play craps
rob em blindfolded and take they foodstamps
My team'll get yo team, we'll see who shook
once I pull this nine out
you gon need more shield then Brooke
Peace to my nigga Dice One and Illin ___
the crew took more leak at me and pee on theyselve
I start beef with Iran and Japan
the play Roxane is set behind my live van
Chorus X4
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react
BLOW BLOW, blown to death
I want foodstamps, ___ and weed to get high
y'all can kiss this seven _________ goodbye (she's dead)
My name is psy cause I _________
down to kill seven sick niggaz, winnin for the ___
Your crew's trough cuz ya niggaz is bad news
put niggaz to work without the W tools
The Outsidaz be catching madness to miracle
we be savin shit off like ______ and Queen Latifah
Pull my automatic
kill this ___ faggot
only hang around unibombers, ______ and drug addicts
Close your eyes and make a wish
I got ten hoes named Hootie wanna pull my big fish
Whit this team I got, nigga who can stop me?
______ rock out even weight can outbox me
I want drugs till my breath smells
bringin Motown back without Andre Harell
Chorus X4
Now who can fuck with me, Eminem, Bizarre and Fuzz?
the illest niggaz to ever come out the Dirty Doz
Strip your team buttnaked and fill em with hot slugs
my drunken thugs be start fight in clubs
Got ___ if I get a little buzz
cheeting on my bitch cuz I'm buttfuckin her cuz
You still ain't found out where the hell your daughter was
got me pissed off, went out and sold her for some drugz
Throwin mad kicks like Bruce Lee boy
can't you see that I'm a total bad boy
Who wanna get they ass kicked in this verbal fight
ya niggaz is gettin raped like my date last night
sellin mad weed cuz I'm a customer
they got more driveby's then in any block busta
Even Mary tought my style was scary
Smokin blunts in Frisco and ate wives with Jerry
Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce
of the Motown sounds on W-Down, ha ha
Give a big shout out to Runyan Ave.
and them Detroit players, y'knowhatImean?
And we gonna go to the phone lines right now
Caller..
Caller my ass! You know who this is
Look I'm mad as hell
First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon' get me on his album
No show I didn't get on it
Then he signed these niggaz D-12, these lil' punk ass niggaz
Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new motherfucker named
Obie Trice, first I took the underground over
The well-known asshole brought y'all whore
Then the industry start interestin me
Now I'm Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP
Mr. Trice, the name has occured
in your conversation, but the face is a blur
And if you never spoke my name, nigga you heard
Got word, from that mega bitch that stay bootleggin
Underground since the Fu-Schnickens
Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin with them stupid bitches
Different species (AHHH!)
Shittin on you punk motherfuckers
[Intro]
Dawg....I shouldn't have left, They wouldn't have tried this shit if I was wit ya
Maybe we would have picked another time
Or chose anotha way
Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul
Shit, its just me and my mentoni now
Man you look so peaceful now...how can I argue wit that
They say...
[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)
They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go' have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don't cry till Im home (??)
[Kon Artis]
Its true that everybody heard, there mama say every days like this
When you see, one of your friends die in the mist
In the struggle, went through circumstances
Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend
Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man
A woman is dumb enough to pretend
That her, god won't hold them accountable for sins
If they commit, they try to repent to ??
But I guess (thats just the way things go)
I was blessed to see 24 (24)
To wake up to that how my name is video
Motivated me to write what i wrote
And I knew my little brother sold dope
An mom and daddy want to move our road
I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show
I just which we aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle
Cos you know...
[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)
They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go' have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don't cry till Im home (??)
[Bizzare]
I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit
But Niggas in my cliq, is dying quick
In detroit, niggas don't party
They pull a .44 out, snatch off bacardis
Thats why I keep the pistol under the trunk
Im 27 years old, too old to be gettin jumped
And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z
Tattoed on my wrist
Me and you in the jeep, listen to ?? beats
Its a shame me and Fuzz don't even speak
I got married, my wife name is D
Peace to 31 and 51-50, miss you
[Kuniva]
I came back on that tragic, my phone rung
And Bizarres voice tellin me, Bugz was gone home
It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breath
I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it
I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard
Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car
While I stand in this booth now its tearin me apart
But I had to let it out cos it was tearin at my heart
Cos he died over somethin so petty and so small
A human life is so very precious I hope ya'll
Understand how I'm feelin cos I love you bugz
I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz
But I can't and you was so close to seein dreams
A coward came along and took you away from the team
So don't mistake this track, its just another song
This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one
Cos you know
[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)
They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go' have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don't cry till Im home (??)
[Proof]
They say its never too late, to have an early childhood
If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when your homies up in a box
My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to ?? a lot, if theres a guy by me say somethin
If you love her so much why didn't u gave nothin
When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade
Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates
It aint never late in the game, this hatin remains
With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame
My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath
We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left
In the depth, distress young as a ??? did
To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain't got enough skin
[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)
They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go' have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don't cry till Im home (??)
[Swifty]
When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn't wise
That crash and the driver died,
My partner on the passenger side was paralysed
And Im surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived
Nine months later another one died
Somebody shot him in the side when he was startin up his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns
And ??, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van
And Bugz if it wasn't for you
You know I wouldn't be standin in this booth,
Thats the truth, I miss ya'll...
[Chorus x2]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)
They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go' have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
(eminem)
fame, fame, fame
i think it's got me goin' crazy
ohhhohhh
i get lost in this game, game, game
i'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
ohhhohhh
keep speaking my name, name, name
you gon' have reason to hate me
yeahhheahhh
it's like. you. don't. want. me to win
so. this. time. i'm goin' in!
(verse 2)
(swifty)
this the life of a rocker
gave ya minds a (???)
hoppin' off of the club's balcony
into the crowd, surfin'
and when they drop me, i'm randomly sockin' fans
and when my interviews in hockey masks,
slap the journalists on they ass
i'm high off speed,
drivin' my car at high speed
pocket full of weed, while lesbians swallow e(?)
i'm in the studio, envy
my h & m, gon' call for me
cause i fell asleep on the soundboard, ain't get us off a week
so let's (???) all up in my head
get 'em back ungrateful dead
bustin' in the air, with 30 bit-hes up in my bed
i'm kickin' 'em out naked, and this the sympathy(?)
just ask me why i did it, well fu-k it i can't remember
(chorus)
(eminem)
fame, fame, fame
i think it's got me goin' crazy
ohhhohhh
i get lost in this game, game, game
i'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
ohhhohhh
keep speaking my name, name, name
you gon' have reason to hate me
yeahhheahhh
it's like. you. don't. want. me to win
so. this. time. i'm goin' in!
(kuniva)
some boys are wallin(?)
drinkin', cussin', and hyper smilin'
been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's island
hand me jack daniel's, spray paintin' the die hard fan
little cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn zoo
man you, better be conscious, i'm backstage
livin' it up, with a couple of sluts feelin' nautious
we're drinkin' it's been a couple of days, since i've slept
my dick is sore from fu-kin', when i bust there's nothin' left
just dust, back on the stage, give me my microphone
strappin'(?) with the audience as we perform hypersong
our label presented us with a plaque
brought it on stage, and bashed it to pieces with an
aluminum bats, stanks(?)
now which one of you bit-hes down for the cause
yeah i said my dick is sore but i ain't say sh-t about my balls
i asked (???) then we off to the next city, yeah
whatever i didn't drink, all my rider(?
??) bag it up and take the rest with me
(chorus)
(eminem)
fame, fame, fame
i think it's got me goin' crazy
ohhhohhh
i get lost in this game, game, game
i'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
ohhhohhh
keep speaking my name, name, name
you gon' have reason to hate me
yeahhheahhh
it's like. you. don't. want. me to win
so. this. time. i'm goin' in!
(verse 3)
(eminem)
yeah this game has got me goin' crazy
fu-k it, i am crazy
what's new, what kinda fu-kin' glue you'd think i'd be if i was glue
we lost proof, he was our crew's glue
but where was you, when we were fallin' apart
you were sittin on us too
but no one but us knew we were beefin'
cause that's what happens when you beef with crew
it stays in the crew, cause it's just crew
but we're back now, yeah we took our time while our blood(?) grew
only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you!
and we're back, these days if you don't got the guts or the nuts to
pus-y, go pick your pus-y leaves off your cunt tree, fu-k you
ahh choo!
bless you! i'm allergic to pus-y, sluts too
yeah, you think you the sh-t, till we flush you
have some bullsh-t to readjust
still got(???) a just a few of us left,
but it'd be unjust to rob us our (???) due
so rest in peace to buz(?) and proof
this one's for you homies, we love you
but we can't stop now we done had too much of our blood drew from this...
(chorus)
(eminem)
fame, fame, fame
i think it's got me goin' crazy
ohhhohhh
i get lost in this game, game, game
i'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
ohhhohhh
keep speaking my name, name, name
you gon' have reason to hate me
yeahhheahhh
it's like. you. don't. want. me to win
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back, back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better...
Doin a box of doctrine, on stompin oxygen
afta 10 wit fork to your optic lens
Hittin wit a sudden force
Leave your boy layin in the same puddle of blood as yours
When I flood his porch
Smuugle a gun in court and shoot the judge
Easily reduce a thug to a future scrub
A double-deuce wit slugs, I'm Proof on drugs
We'll turn you to a rapper that we used to love
How you on medicine cabinet pills
Grabbin the steel, leapin over buildings that haven't been built
I'm not the best yet cuz I haven't been killed
I'm laughin at you faggot-ass rappin for deals, you better
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better...
I'm disappointed in my dentist appointment
He only gave me the fuckin gas for thirty minutes this mornin
Went to the hospital to get a chest X-ray
Checked out the next day in a dress wit a sex change
I'm havin a bad day
My fuckin dad's gay, I hate fags, and I'm fuckin mad cuz I don't have AIDS
All I want to do is die
I tried suicide six times and couldn't even do it right
Collapsed, had a relapse and called three cabs
And had to be dragged back to rehab wit bloody kneecaps
Enrolled myself in a twelve-step program
Tripped on the first step and got pinned down in a chokeslam
I swear to God, this 'Pac poster comes any closer
I'm kickin this whole fuckin wall over
Two more shots and it's all over
I'm all over this wall, tryin not to fall over
BLOAW BLOAW!
Shots in broad day
(BIZARRE, THAT'S YOUR MOM!)
The bitch shouldn't have been in the way
Me, Shady and Mike fuckin a hemaphrodite
My little sister was a virgin till late last night
High off a kite off of stick of sherm
Put your mother in a full-nelson while my boys take turns
A unibomber tryin to escape this country
Tell O.J. he better be comin up wit my money
Bizarre goes commerical? Nigga, you can forget it
Bitch suck my *dick* that is the radio edit
I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fuckin assholes
Battle me, you better go eat your vegetables
I'm iller than a Muslim eatin a pork hotdog in African festival
This shit is serious, watch me sniff 'cane
Avoid the pain and fuck a bitch barely potty-trained
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get the FUCK back
I got out of my viper,
saw this beautiful girl.
See her name was Shannon
and her hair had curles.
When she looked at me
on my face was a smile
But i had to go
And on the next day i saw her on walmarts 9th ile.
See i was walking to ask
if she single in any way
But when i was 2 feet away from her
A guy came right in the middle of us and kissed her
when it was my so call lucky day.
Man fuck Ajaye.
Ya i found his name out.
I'm gonna jump that little mother fucker
Then i'm gonna give Shannon a shout.
(Chorus)
It's all bad, you're all bad, we're all baaaaad
It's all bad, you're all baaaaad
It's all bad, we're all baaaaad
[Bugz]
Aimlessly mad, shamelessly bad, blatantly blast
Heiness and mad just your average snake in the grass
Ache in the ass, jack a ????? and do his task
Jeffery Pheiffer got my ???? to kill these old bags
[But why the temper mister?] Bitch don't make me whip yo ass
Don't ask me nuthin, or I'm a make these knuckles brass
Bust yo ass and leave you layin in the streets screamin
Slowly diein while yo bitch is tryin to stop the bleedin [Help]
I shot the sherrif [yeah] he should of left me speedin
But now he's not breathin, and I'm still speedin
Lost control, hit a pole, and I'm still speedin
Passed the yield, crash the steel with my grill beatin
[Aren't you married Bugz?] So what bitch, I'm still cheatin
Cause when she ain't given pussy, I'm out thrill seekin
Like yesterday I bought a bag from a real deacon
Left when he started preachin just to freak this puerto rican
I'm a deliquent with my picture hangin at the precint
For stickin up the same deacon each and every weekend
Why the patrick speakin? Bugz you be tweakin
Why you throw up Herman Keefer when yo dick bleedin
[Bizarre]
Wanted in Nashville for two girls that I killed
10 vicodin pills and watch Bizarre Kid get ill
Killing bitch ass niggas in the worst way
Why you tellin' niggas we beefin' bitch your funeral was last Thursday
You dont wanna fuck around with the wrong fools
Your little nieces and nefues will never see a day in pre-school
Your family reunion? Nigga I'm to blame
Cause I'm blasting niggas in carparks with your same last name
Tearing niggas out their frame, that's why we still trippin'
The crews like the Underdog we gotta search for the niggas that be sniffin'
The first nigga to start will catch two in the heart
Leave y'all niggas open like the 24 hour K-Mart
What ever you niggas want its how I make my mail
We like Telemarketers, we always got something to sell
I hate cops, that's why I blew up donut shops
Who wanna fuck with Bizarre and Bugz in this world of hiphop
[Bugz]
About this cop that was dead
When I was young I was dropped on the head
And barely fed and when I was it was out of a keg
I grew up ugly smackin teachers upside of the head
And caught a flash when T. Stuckey got shot in the leg
I took the gun and beat the officer until he bled
Ate his donuts, drank his coffee up and then I fled
In the police car, and made the hooker give me head
Bust a nut and drove the vehicle up off the ledge
Full steam of head, journeys of the living dead
Now I'm a sinner, that's evident isn't it
The time for a nigga to fuck on for imprisonment
I'll kill the judge with the gavel that he sentenced
A crook ????? who got his own anthem
Raised rowdy, iller than a temper tantrum
A plain stupid, ignorant sub-human
Asshole, who ???? at his own union
One-two'in the kind of shit to leave you ruined
Fuck what you in, and get ya damn face blew in
Hahahaha....
(Bizarre)
Hey Bugz, remember that bitch we raped on the beach?
Don't worry, Johnny something will have us out in a week
But just incase, nigga, that we get arrested
Don't tell 'em shit about the 5-year-old boy that I molested
I confessed it, I was giving the niggas CPR cause he said he's chest was congested
Cause I think I got aids and I need to be tested
(Bugz)
"Man, you can't be telling me that your ass is infected"
this is the tales of the dark side
i talk right in front of your spot
put a hole in your car
i never been playing like they told
that i lean over that passenger side
it ain't rover while it's i give you hoes a makeover
pose a shit and his arms a break your both of them
and i'ma dash faster than locomotive
i can trespassing a ram murder your families and it ain't no closure
i cast snatcher, i stop all type of transactions
when i get back on the block these niggers mashing
i got the world in my palm and i'ma smash it
sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere
i'm just an animal, pass it enough to grab the back of your neck
and stuff your face in a half of cake
force you to take a breath, i care less of who you be
or what you be for the community
taking it over i'm on the shootin screen
time and time again i get it, speak your i get it
i get i, what? i get it, what? i get it, yes i get it
whenever i drop the line they faded
single top of the world i made it
i made it, what? i made it, what?
taking over the
it's the return of the aggravated assault/robbery
possession with intent to deliver federal property
another assault would great
and i ain't bring guilty to shit, that won't
3 strikes seen it and motherfuck the 4th
continue to take the 5th and i ain't going to court
then life an outlaw on the run, what to do,
i ever get caught i'ma
just for me and everyday 74 stitches
your blood bleeds your ass, i'ma a show what a do
you don't wanting with me then i ain't shitting with you
up top d cap one no hoster, 30 round clip the black squeeze
versus smell roof, looking like black cheese
i'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet
act yo all punches the swag
mike tyson not a 2
back at the lab, cookin up shit
fucking yellow pages you ain't looking up shit
convict lunatic, no gang banger, don't trainer
suck everybody's dick you ain't got no choice
i ain't but i put something on your boys
ak47 crib, get your ass in the house like michael jacks did
trick trick and d 12, click click and sea shells
5 o'clock news tested details
and fuck weed nigger i'm on angel dust
i got some talk skin off the bus
and god forbid if i ever get shot
give me 6 vicodins and michael jackson's
time and time again i get it, speak your i get it
i get i, what? i get it, what? i get it, yes i get it
whenever i drop the line they faded
single top of the world i made it
i made it, what? i made it, what?
taking over the
it's best to shut your mouth up
bullets flying through your window
hit your pitbull, split your sister and your sponsor
gotta keep the hustle going, i said he fucking know me
show like hulk hogan when it's nothing showing
we on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out
i don't need cameras when i your mouth
your patron mob, trick trick boom squad
d 12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top
gotta keep the green up, you can tell i'm seeing stuff
making mess with you the corner player cleaned up
do it for the gusto
you a bitch you nigger, you can take it how you want like a slut hoe
if it ain't about that green then i ain't listening
if she ain't talking about here then ain't kicking it
way worst than he is, about my
the things is you walk from the hospital while i'm visiting
time and time again i get it, speak your i get it
i get i, what? i get it, what? i get it, yes i get it
whenever i drop the line they faded
single top of the world i made it
i made it, what? i made it, what?
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can be true
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you
[Verse 1: Eminem]
So young, so full of life an' vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin i went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its like ice
In your eyes is the look of resentment
I can sense it, and i dont like it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kon Artis]
It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got burst
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin you fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
Cuz you wont fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can't be loose
But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth
But dont hate the game or the player
Cuz the one that is changing is you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Proof]
You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
before they gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen
But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babies ain't starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter and spite
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
Shit dog,
Hahaha
I jus told him.
The motherfucker that he goin' to far wit this shit.
He's doin' that crazy ass shit he talkin' nigga..
Uh What..?
Nigga don't act like you don't know this group member.
Mother fucka'.
You know he talkin' that crazy ass shit.
He goin' to far Man.
Man, It's sweet. It aint bad..
Aiy, Aiy, Aiy, Aiy, BIZZY!
Bring yo' fat ass over here..
nigga, C'mere.
Kick that shit in here..
Wanna Kick some shit man?
Turn the radio down dogg, turn the radio dog.
My girlfriends in the olympics, she'll be running track meets
Im lieying, shes a paraplegic, she eats wit her feet'
Hahahahahaha
The Fuck' you laughin at?
She'll be here next week.
In a black jeep, wit 2 other Handicap Freaks.
Yeah Nigga! Haha.
That shits dope man,
thats some crazy ass shit.
That was some crazy shit dogg!
That was crazy.
Yeah... This is dedicated to the big broads.
I'm involved with this lady and she weighs 380,
And she barely can fit in my Mercedes,
She's takin' my dough, my bank account, lookin low,
And I'm bout to throw her ass out in the snow,
I buy her burgers and steaks, and all type of stuff,
But KFC and Ponderosa's just not enough,
Dowwwnn Low
Fat Ho, keep it on the downnn low
Don't you be tellin your friends,
Keep it on the dowwwn low, fat ho
I thought KFC was enough,
Keep it on the Dowwwn Low, Fat Ho
I gave you all my food,
You came to my place high off Picardi
Had to learn to strip dance to my boys bachelor party,
She gave me head and broke my bed,
And there's really nothin else to be said
Now keep it on the Dowwwn Low, fat ho,
Keep it on the Downnn Low,
I'm tired of shoppin at MaryAnne Plus,
Keep it on the downnnn low, fat ho
Supersized combo,
Keep it on the downnn low fat ho,
?? a very fat ho ??
On the downnn low
You had to go and steal my cheese curls
Keep it on the Downnnn Low
You gotta stop pagin Rico
Federation Records aint got my little ??
[Tupac]
On your knees nigga get on your knees and pray
[Ja Rule]
Em you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up?
[Eminem - (Hailie Jade)]
Hahaaaa, Yeah, come on
D D D D Twizzay
Hailie (What??)
Come here baby
Bring daddy his oscar (ok)
Were gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe)
Swifty:
I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple
I put the Murder Inc with lead and I ain't talking about a pencil
look at what the fuck you dun got into
I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral
Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong
You but the "E" before the "D" because that's all you on
You on Pac's dick you a replica guy if he were still alive you would never get by
All you do is cry bitch keep it real life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills
and what kind of mothafucker ruins 3 deals that another nigga got you they didn't see skills
and I ain't playing your a brother getting cheated
and Ja Rule be praying on his cover cause he need it
and you niggas hating shut your mouths
it's just the real niggas is not buying that shit you put out
Obie:
Doe Rae Me but we don't sing motherfuckers
so Murda Inc do your thing motherfuckers
you unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that regime
regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers motherfucking marines
Ja sold his soul to sing we have witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the dream
now that you embrace the green don't fuck with the triple beams
yousa muther fucking actor slash Pac impersonating rapper
slash Billy Holiday how it happen?
artists with repituares saw him in action, Pac's assasination
Def jam grabbed him, told him reinact him you go platinum
they seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins
reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
match and destroy shady slash aftermath in detroit motherfucker
Eminem:
Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
mama say mama sa mo ma ku sa
Ja quit playing knock it off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not
Going at me is the only shot you got
Ja quit playing knock it off your not Tupac
you can get popped after all that shit you pop
Kuniva
Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
to grievence and the crying and intimate hugs
we don't take you serious nigga you shook,
you're half of a half wieght crook nigga get off X dick go sing a hook nigga
and you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one
nigga please stick the script before the guns stick to the clip
and Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch, fucking old ass ignorant innocent looking senior citizen
built up slap you like renisanse sicitive wait a minute hold on
Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and clothes on
a bitch made man now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a Tyranasaurous Rex
you niggas can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and respond
pull that pen and pad up out of your purse
Proof:
Slim set an impulse to get at the wangstas
he told me to let loose and spit at the ganstas
what up gotti were in this little war you pushed on
put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones
what's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas
roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us
this real witness yall ain't caught the concept
you're talking non sense to walking bomb threats
contacts were blown by Benzetta in the Source
threatning at the boss you're gonna see me on your porch
now Irv got the nerse to try serve on us
but Detroit niggas curve and they stirs to bust
Kon Artis:
Do I gotta get my nigga bugz, punks like you get beat up
stomped unconscience and smacked with the heater
this rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils
with dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim, Fox
your just like a little wind box when I press tight on the trigger of this glock
that's right on the little shit you got left to help you eat
you not Pac's songs without laws will help you sleep
you got shot in your video trying to mock pac your "mock"avelli get your own identity
[Eminem]
Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
(Don't EVER say my lil girls name in a song again)
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say mama sa Macosaca
(Fucking punk pussy, BITCH!)
Ja quit playing knock it off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not
(Im'a fuck you up boy)
Going at me is the only shot you got
(Never again in your mother fucking life)
Ja quit playing knock it off your not Tupac
(Gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie will whip your mother fucking asses)
You can get popped after all that shit you pop
[Obie Trice]
Yeah, that's right motherfuckers
Shady Records, what you know about?
Fuck Benzino, fuck Ja Rule
Nigga, this is Obie Trice right here talkin to you mother fuckers
Ja Rule punk ass yeah
Fuck his soul for real ass
Nigga that's soul, that's the nigga from 'soul for real'
Candy rain ass nigga you got a deal now you rappin
You don't know us, faggot ass mother fuckers
Give money to all my real niggas
Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Hahahaha
[Hailie]
Daddy is Ja Rule taller than me?
[Eminem]
[Proof]
Yo,(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) ay yo turn the heads and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
Super MC, you know what I mean
Bugz (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA), Dirty and all that, all that shit
You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem
[Eminem]
Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big Lincoln
Till it went over the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for your mids
Here's a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib
Unless she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have both of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a murder sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing infants
While I sit in padded rooms doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps
Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper
She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her...
[Proof]
Ay yo
Proceed to list em, there's no need to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy your whole breathing system
Twist em like beer caps, who wants to hear that
Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates
Collapse further states, my track preserve tha grave
Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake
i'll kill you slow like AID's infested nuts
I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested sluts
Calling me your bitch nigga? you need to stop
Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped
I'm cut throat when any track runs, conscious when i smack nuns
It's the rough neck that makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow
Shoot down your mother ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle blades with the renegade
Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and trampled your flow
Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows
The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it
The best part of your show is when you put my name in it
My squad be, godly, fearin shit hardly
So I hope when I'ma die, I dope like Chris Farley
Fuck that
[Bugz]
Who run shit, watch these drums hit
You dove head first into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop "don't fuck with Bugz bitch"
I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't out-wit
I admit, that my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop fundamental-istic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm persistent when it comes to bent shit
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went
Fuck that
[Almighty Dreadknaughts]
I killed competition, with no way out as an opposition
Execute the passengers on the flight by executive decision
Then reminisce on how shady the business
Terrorists axed by Israelis when they visit
Bombed in the senate
World war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish
Beat the ref senseless
No timeout extended play papers over your intermission
And increasing the battlefield with the blood of Christians
Cryin for the messiah, but he don't listen
I pop my wig when I top the stove frame boil sizzling
A pyromaniac cook, I do damage to kitchens
Fuck Home Depot, I demolition
When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it
For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition *inhales* *COUGHS*
Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics
And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten??
[Almighty Dreadknaughts]
I got a mind full of troubles
Everythings in doubles
I buy my guns in couples
No time to replace fumbles
Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow
Injured from head to toe
No fit a model, we full throttle
You stuck in low, incapable to master flow
Everything is tactical, living mathematical
Watch master flow, unleash and let go
I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minor
Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, what
Applying death-defying feats, maintain to keep my peace
Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete
[Almighty Dreadknaughts]
My presidental transitions has taken place
As I spread vocally on the M-I-CR-O
Power he's cyphin not equality, I deal unless the
the track and made it real, I know my people feel it
Keep their heads bobbin, and the emotional sobbin
Plus a cultural cipher after show, hoes slobbin
Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the icing
Ayo, I know it’s been a minute
But were back!!!
It’s the return of the Dozen Muthaf-ckers
Lets goooo
[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh
I getting lost in this game, game, game
I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh
Keep speakin’ my name, name, name
And you’ll have reason to hate me
Yeaaaah
Its like you dont want me to win
So this time i’m going in
[Verse 1]
This the life of a rah
Jager-meister and vodka
Hopping off at the club’s balcony into the crowd surfing
And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans
During my interviews, hocky masks, left the journalists on her ass
I’m high off Speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swollow E
In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police
I feel asleep on the sound board, aint did a song for weeks
And it’s ? all up in my head, giving thanks for grateful dead
Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ em out naked, and its December
N-ggas ask me why I did it, but f-ck it I can’t remember
[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh
I getting lost in this game, game, game
I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh
Keep speakin’ my name, name, name
And you’ll have reason to hate me
Yeaaaah
Its like you dont want me to win
So this time i’m going in
[Verse 2]
Them boys are wildin’
Drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan
Little cocker spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo
Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up
With a couple of sluts feeling nauseous, drinking
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from f-cking, when I bust there’s nothing left
Just Dozen, back on the stage
Give me my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks!
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I aint say shit about my balls
Last call, then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me
[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh
I getting lost in this game, game, game
I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh
Keep speakin’ my name, name, name
And you’ll have reason to hate me
Yeaaaah
Its like you dont want me to win
So this time i’m going in
[Eminem]
Yeah this game has got me going crazy
F-ck it I am crazy
Whats new, what kind of f-cking glue you think I’d be if I was glue
We lost Proof, he was our groups glue but where was you when we were fallin’ apart?
You were shittin on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefing cause thats what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew
Cause its just crew, but were back now
Yeah we took our time but we punched through
Only thing were in a hurry for now is to rush you
And we back to say shit you dont got the guts or the nuts too
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, f-ck you
Atchooo, bless you
I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too
Yeah you think you’re the shit till we flush you
Have some bullshit to readjust to
Now theres just a few of us left but it’d be unjust to rob us our just dues
So Rest In Peace to Bugz and Proof, this ones for you homies we love you
But we can’t stop now we’d have too much of our blood drew from this fame
[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh
I getting lost in this game, game, game
I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh
Keep speakin’ my name, name, name
And you’ll have reason to hate me
Yeaaaah
Its like you dont want me to win
Chours
Come on hit me with my best ..
Come on hit me with my best ..
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot.
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
Verse 1 [Bizarre]:
Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin'
I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin'
sick assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin'
D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin'
Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin
and I'm the machine that brought Marshall back to life
told him that my rhymes just have to be tight
so I figured that I would grab the mic
like a nig*a 'bout to rhyme right after Christ
sometimes we get mad and fight, right back to the lab tonight
grab an oath in the afterlife, that's only right
living like a rock star is the only life
and we are, 6 grown men, who are old friends
my nig*a Bugz, DeShaun Holton
all the way down, I'ma hold them, D-12 nig*a, 'till the world end
Chours
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
Verse 2 [Swifty]:
A lotta nig*as try to underestimate me
'till I come back with vengeance and slice their trachea
Y'all been placed on a contract for hatin'
I'ma waste 'em, one by one, for taintin'
Ability to kill a facility, I'm a sinner of Satan
fast as a child rapist facin'
Life or trifle, Henny has made me in waitin'
they gon' lock me up under the basement
I'm a one man army, marine and navy
you done made me angry
I'm crazy, insane, and maybe
I bite the face off your baby
for anyone who try to diss Proof or Hailie
I'ma break their Halo
put 'em on the reaper's payroll, erase them and hang their soul
it ain't no hoes here, McVay s got a scroll
With names on it, dipped in b*ood, man I'm cold
Chours
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
Verse 3 [Kuniva]:
I know you thought we were done, we rose up
got a gun to make your whole inside fold up
and hit us with the best shot and we're still standin'
so tell the world it can lick our scrotum
straight soldiers, who wanna stunt
who wanna be the fall guy, who want the punt
who wanna get fucked for lookin' at me sideways
every time I roll up I'ma keep it b*unt
where did y'all run when we almost lost Marshall
y'all did it big like Costco
and we back in this bitch like a tampon
still fuck dirty, Em's clean like a bar o' soap
and you were so slick, on some baffoon shit
my hand's on a sweeper, your was on a broomstick
stop lookin' all stupid, I'm rude and abusive
and strapped, don't make me use it
Chours
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
Verse 4 [Eminem]:
Aight, here's where I come in at...
I came in this game with, bad intentions,
and I ain't budged, not even an inch since then
I'm stubborn, evil, and insensitive
I'm like nothing you ever seen, pencil in
hand, it's like I'm holding the insulin,
so you might wanna button it like Benjamin
I ain't frightened of nothing, I injure men
step right in this mark with my henchmen and
walk, straight to the stage,
I ain't here to cause troub*e, get the fuck out my face
fall back, little cocksucker, I ain't A&W;
don't get your cold mugs in my way
get 'em? Shattered, fuckin' A
been this way since B.C., what can I say?
I'm stuck in my ways like doub*e stick tape
don't get turned to a vegetab*e dick face
you ain't Superman, stay in your lane, Lois
D-12 spittin' flames like flamethrowers
spit 'til we get sprained jaws with metaphors
that cut with the same force as chainsaws
hope you're coming with your A game,
'cause things have changed in this game, isn't the same game, boys
the stakes have been raised, better make lemonade
when they give you lemons, if they want us, let 'em aim for us
Chours
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot
Come on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
That shit was off the hook.
That shit was hype ass hell
I'm bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food.
You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick.
Hell yea man let go ahead
He says he supposed to give some more air time and shit..
I hope so, cause them 2 minutes ain't workin.
Wassup dawg?
Big Proof baby, sup Swifty.
Proof? I'm Bizarre.
Aye nigga, I'm not Swift, I'm Kuniva dawg.
Was goin' on?
I need to holla at my man about some studio time
Well he in there trying to unwind right now.
Aiyo, why you gotta put your hands on me.
What you say?
Tryin' to unwinded?
Yea you know, relax...you know what I'm saying.
Nigga we trying to get some food and shit.
There some steak up in there dawg.
D12 dressing room right around the corner right there by the bathroom…
round that way.
Nigga we know
You tryin' to be funny dawg?
We a group we all together dawg.
Why don't you go holla at him
and tell we out here and then see..
tell him Bizarre from D12 is out here..
And Kuniva please.
Thank you very much. you thick as muthafucka
Yo Em!
What dude?!
I got bizarre and..wats your name again cuz.
Man fuck you!
Aye man come to fucking door man, why you got this nigga blockin' the
wind and shit.
Ay Em was sup dawg?!!
[Intro: Kon Artis]
Haha
This time we're gonna do our thing (Huh)
Is that aiight wit y'all? (Yeah)
Its gotta be cuz we gon do it anyway
Ain't that right fellaz (Yeah)
Fellaz ain't that right (Yeah)
Haha
[Chorus: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Kon Artis]
Well its friday afternoon and I just woke up (*burp-fart*)
That's right I just woke up
From an excruciating evening at work, woman so what
That its two-thirty-PM, I'm grown dammit straight up
And know when through my finger either I think it is time we bust, you know
Leave the premisis less you plannin' to cook, I mean it's
Three o'clock and I gotta gimme a cut for that
Big party tonight thrown at K-P Productions
And I don't wanna loose my spot
Cuz everybody know "Big O" got the tightest fans on the block
So I got to be in that seat at Four o'clock
Shoot I need me some crispy-ones to go with my new outfit
So tell ya people.
[Chorus: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Kuniva]
Haha
Understand me now, I'm cool as a breeze (Wassup playa, wassup)
On the black hand side, gimme some grease (Alright)
I want a liner but naw I don't want you to fate me (Nope)
A ghetto girl with a attitude to contegrate me
So what's happenin', the hood's seein' in
I get the scoop on everyone in the ghetto so let's begin
Who got shot? (Mike)
Who got jumped? (Eric)
Who got ganked? (Shay)
Who got robbed? (Dee)
Who went to jail? (Chuck)
Who got saved? (Rick)
Who's gettin' money and who's broke as a joke
And hear about your lady called me that started smokin' that dope (For
real?)
You get it all at this little dusty place
Let me be still, she gettin' out the razor from my face
You see.
[Chorus: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Bizarre]
You heard of me, the fat guy that raps
Now its time for Bizarre to take off his shower cap
Its been five days, I patiently waited
Saturday morning, its time to get faded
And I mean get faded, "I mean get faded"
Damn at four o'clock, I didn't almost make it
My barber's name is Sarah, she don't really know how to cut
But she gots nice teeth and big ol' butt
So two days a week, I get faded for no reason
Same ol' haircut, keep it low and breathin'
If you see me in a barbershop, go on and run
Cuz I'm probably gettin' a perm and my toe-nails done
[Proof + (Kon Artis)]
Got here full grip, but can't call the cops
I gotta get the script from the lips to the barbershop
Jump in the seat "Yo gimme the line and"
And tell me who came through shinnin'
(Homeboy scooped up, in a new truck)
(Gave everybody a cup and gave me a few bucks)
(Then he started braggin' bout his last lick)
Cut me a design along with his address
[Swift]
You can have a million dollar suit on, shinnin' with ya karats up
But it don't mean nothin' if ya floggin' in ya haircut
Now who next? (Um I just want my son to get a tech)
Whatabout you sweetie? (So what you tryin' say?)
I'm just playin' with you baby (Hey He do this all the time)
And all you do is whine, and drink wine (Hahaha)
Yo' you know that Cho-chie got knocked out (Man) (When?)
Early at Le'mott's house (Again?)
(I wouldn't let that man sit on my couch)
(You was wit him yesterday)
(Man what are you talkin' bout?)
I'm just about ready to throw y'all out
(No you ain't, I'll be here for bout a hour)
No I'll raise up the rates
[Kon Artis]
So go tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
Heyyyy Boys and girls! And all you dirty heads out there!
Let's take a trip to the world of D-12
The hardest boy band in the world!
Ha Ha Ha, Straight From... Detroit Michigan
Come on Follow Us, Come on!
If I could just, take you through
One thing with, me and you
You'll see what, I can do
When I do, what I do
Then I bet, you will not, bother me
Like you do, cuz youll find
You would rather, spend your time B.N.U
(Kon Artis)
You think you know it all don't you dawg all about my life and all
Why I'm poppin this vicodin and drinkin all this alcohol
All up in these clubs throwin up like I ain't got them all
But that's just what you see when you see me hangin wit bringin 'em
It's Funny when I'm bustin my ass for this money and
You ain't never round helpin out but shows you come to them
Run to them wantin in, 30 Niggaz long when you called me to the door
I totally ignore your friends and then they talk behind my back again
I'm back to doin smack again, I have another baby cuz safe sex I ain't practicin
Blazey Bla to squeezey squee, bein fake and Bein me is just your misconception of perception are you're seein me?
If I could just, take you through
One thing with, me and you
You'll see what, I can do
When I do, what I do
Then I bet, you will not, bother me
Like you do, cuz youll find
You would rather, spend your time B.N.U
(Proof)
I ain't gotta like you dude, plenty of time to fight you thru
Arrogant this might be true, smack your bitch slightly boo
Runnin from the white and blue for blowin up a bible school
Lemme show what this rifle do, to ill I got a license too
Nice of you to think I'm not, but I'm ill this true poppin pills shootin guns
Goin to jail (I'll shit on you), yes I'm lotto touched the wire, fuckin bust a nut in Myers
Kelly didn't touch that girl, then again I'm such a liar, this is me all day
You rubbin me the wrong way, listen what the song say and past the fuckin Bombay
Andele' on the over play for the under play Andre is more swift with gun play
One day I'm Proof, next I'm Harry, teks I carry on the run way its necessary that my sex is very nun gay
Hey D-12 we don't play with them gays blame it on our mama's this the way we was raised
If I could just, take you through
One thing with, me and you
You'll see what, I can do
When I do, what I do
Then I bet, you will not, bother me
Like you do, cuz youll find
You would rather, spend your time B.N.U
(Swifty)
They like to know what I can do they ain't got the slightest clue
Question my integrity, I mean it Nigga who is you
You better be prepared for beef we don't need a new recruit
Blow a hole inside of Niggaz bigger than a hoola hoop
See I know the Business, who the hell you talkin stupid too?
Fuck you up have your face lookin like a rubix cube
You can walk the good with me, we can take an acid break
All you gotta do is chew, tablet Nigga have a drink, gamble
Wit us, rob a bank (Man this shit ain't new to you)
What the fuck you Niggaz think, I can shoot at Muslims too
Nigga hey what about that pretty bitch you call your wife, I'ma hit it Nigga
I been suckin titties all my life, stealin shit and startin fights
Pissin on your lawns at night, we hard to get along wit
Stay honor it like dolomite, Nigga you can be polite, I don't talk to people right
And so does the rest of us, you hatin us cuz we alike
If I could just, take you through
One thing with, me and you
You'll see what, I can do
When I do, what I do
Then I bet, you will not, bother me
Like you do, cuz youll find
You would rather, spend your time B.N.U
(Bizarre)
Hey boys and girls, takin drugs is real cool, hangin out in the nude
Actin like a damn fool, its the big guy with the shower cap, kickin sick raps
Talkin bout fuckin kids in the ass crack, never mind Bizarre, you know he's on medication
Smokin weed, drinkin brew, third grade education, all in your house, blunt in my mouth
Call you a bitch and pee on your spouse
(Kuniva)
Look I don't like the chitter chatter, ask the faggots if it matters
Then I'd have to splatter rappers just for actin target practice
Time for action, I'm Kuniva, (Punk) the wet vagina finder, (Punk) so never mind your rhymin
Chumps you might see me behind a pump and yes it damages
And puts Niggaz in bandages and yes I love my pistol like Bizarre loves all his sandwiches
Business is strenuous you fuckin wit some geniuses so many people on my nutz
I wonder how my penis is, girls are prudent wit bodies like Venus and Serena's is
I turn 'em down my wife'll kill me if she every seen this shit, I mean this shit
I'm silly man, I'm smart I'm really ignorant I'm innocence and guilty at the same time
Go and figure it
If I could just, take you through
One thing with, me and you
You'll see what, I can do
When I do, what I do
Then I bet, you will not, bother me
Like you do, cuz youll find
[Proof]
Tired of niggas rapping the same
Talking the same, ya, hah
Living in the same place
What style is Proof gonna do this time?
Ya really wanna know, huh?
What is he gonna do?
You got niggas who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the door this year"
Fuck, all them niggas
Fuck *Einstein*
Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each other
Fuck you
Fuck Low Key
Fuck that nigga
Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me
Fuck you
And when I see you on the streets
I'm in your grill
Ya know what I'm saying?
Listen
By the age of aquarius
My mind state was gugarious
Various opponents whose stature was hilarious
Like you
Throwing fairy dust
Then frowning hard on whack chorus
Proof was on the scene before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in these starving streets
A garbage heap that was brought
Stars could eat
The nerve of haters
Diss us perging gators
So I spit venom at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive fool again
None can match that
Blast at your rib cage
Making your spine hatch back
You lack fat tactics
And thoughts of Dexatrim
Whippin' my dick out on nuns
If they say sex is sin
Next to Slim
I'm Shady as a Tetris win
Dirty Dozen solo are respected men
Get known for craft
Irritate me like infected skin
The future ain't lookin' the same
Like a neglected twin
Some test the scary
That's unnecessary
To kill your crew, family, your friends
Your tech can carry
Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli Baltimore
Got something in common
Y'all both whack
Proof the king P-I-N
If I ain't the best this year
The motherfucker be my twin
[Bizarre]
Who's the bitch ass nigga
That's mentioning my name?
No one to blame
I just cock back your name
None of y'all bitch ass niggas wanna test
Cuz five minutes or less
I'll be at your assets
You're just a bitch
And I wanna test you
And the niggas you was with
They already left you
So duck down cuz Bizarre Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and your peers
And cousins you ain't seen in years
Hope you believe in God
Cuz nigga you better pray
Pull your kids from the window
And duck from this AK
And already done called the Proof and Denaun
And even if I want to
I can't change my nigga's lines
Cuz you on the shit list
These bullets are relentless
And ain't no way in hell that you avoidin' this
Ain't no apologies
Yo I see your number on my caller ID
Bitch, stop callin' me
Fuck the truce
Nigga I pull the deuce deuce
And my niggas go wild
Like a bunch of rats that got loose
I'm comin' for you nigga
So hide behind your door
Cuz all my niggas believe in the Art Of War
Chorus (x4)
What you startin' for?
Is you on for war?
Trife assassins
Bringing you the art of war
[Kuniva]
Straight wylin'
Burying bodies right on top of each other
So when somebody ask
I just say you under the weather (Killer Eel)
No matter what the problem
Revolvers can solve 'em
Keep a nigga breathless
The tech whips regardless
Heartless
Walking you punks right to the edge of darkness
We're way beyond that
When I pull me out a cartridge
I bank shots
Wettin' up your white tank top
While my nigga Bugz is stickin' up
Your nearest gang spot
Just another scarred liar retired
We make niggas pass out like fliers
Flossin' my teeth with barbed wire
Leavin' a bloody mess
Then harass kids
And buy 'em a candy bar
So they can tell me where you live
[Kon Artist]
Highly dangerous
Spraining my wrist
Lickin' off this black tech
With my eyes flossed bitch
Look up the Art of War
In the ghetto dictionary
And see Bizarre holding your kids
Hostage for their Crunch Berries
My pump stay hot
Coat stomachs like Malox
Run away spots
Setting it off with the guns that Dre got
Ghetto séance
But ass backwards
Fuck bringing you back to life
Nigga we putting you in your caskets
Running off with the mop like you got somethin'
But in my mind I'm thinking
Blast soon as I spot somethin'
And when you fall
I know damn well I done shot somethin'
And I'm cleaning your brains
Off my windshield for frontin'
D-12 is
Your local weed sellers
Throwing pipe bombs in your church
To kill your elders
The men on bitches like tracks
You notice these
Banging clits and ovaries
Till they drop the sheets
Niggas'll die from these
Blows we inflict
You supposed to be in some shit
Cuz you the underdog bitch
Chorus (x2)
[Bugz]
Bugz'll murder you
In less than a word or two
Bring the art of war to your door
Call me Sonny Zoo
Nigga don't be mad cuz your broad is a trick
Always dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas like you
I'm known to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? It's still on
Calling through my crib
Like your bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the same nigga
Who was crying on his couch
Apologize on site boy
If you like your life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga alone
You know he just a white boy)
Fuck that
I smack him off the wheels
And take his bleel
Or bought a royal mope
And destroy him with my steal
You pussy ass
How you figure it will linger
Take your bitch on Jenny Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry Springer
Don't fuck with it
Or get your head split and mouth bruised
That's a promise
Fuck *Hal Shoes*
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a pyscho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
Cause I'm a pyscho
I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a ***** open,
Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders,
I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
Was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't come
Smoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture,
Close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up,
Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when
You spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice
What you hoes'll do
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence
And light your front door up, get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast you
Just as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so watch what you say, cause it can happen
Either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead
Serious, you could be dead period, end of story, I'm on your porch wit a gun and
Your son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,
Stomp your head while you awake, you'll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitch
You can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the week
They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree,
In Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist
I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old
And joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking
Blow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it
The fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out
I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor,
All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to
My man D' Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin to figure whether
To use the flat head or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up,
Gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up, I feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a new
Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did
Yeah, we straight from the Census Bureau
Haha, Runyan Ave
We lookin' for yo' momma
D 12, where yo' momma at?
Miko, where yo' momma at?
Young Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at?
I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin' ass
Hey 'em where yo' momma at? Yo
You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin' me?
Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, nigga be out
You don't really want war, I'm chillin' at your door
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sow, that shit you oughta know
I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
A basket case indeed, stronger than a can of mace
Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin' witcha seed
I'll be makin' all these niggaz wanna take a beam
And put it right on my head
You don't be takin' heed, you probably idol the Feds
Havin' meetings to recite what I said
Liable to have you in a medical room
Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on
Got a chrome that be fuckin' up shit worse than I
You would swear that I'm a Gemini
I kill a guy for nothin', eye to eye
And I ain't gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin'
Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass
You would think you in Death Row's office
I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits
Survive and I'm gettin' up high without a flaw bitch
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ
Get to cappin' at your captain 'til he fall outta life
I'm all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain
Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain
Fool fuck this game, I'm poppin' at coach
Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin' was broke
I ain't feelin' nothin' you wrote so I'm stompin' your throat
Show up at the hospital and start punchin' your folks
I'm a uzi with arms and legs
Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head
You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made
Spittin' the right game so yo' ass can get laid
The fuck down, I don't give a fuck now, whassup?
Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely bust nuts
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof
And I'ma kill every man that came with you
Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who showed up?
44-mag and tear your whole door up
Pink shower cap and yellow drawers
My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls
When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh
So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Norah Jones
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy
A triple O.G. like Tray Deee
I stay sparkin', bitch I got a attitude
I step on your shoes and won't say pardon, be cautious
Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, pissin' on your toilet seat
Nigga now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me
Bitches all over me, sayin' yes like Floetry
Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
It ain't no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be
Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda
And you know that I'm the shady type, the crazy type
That's probably why promoters never pay me right
We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again
I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin' school again
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
Yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, part two
The drama continues
Ay, ay the idiotic kid's back
with the attack, ready to put two macks to your back
Ain't no fussin when I start bustin
Lyrically cussin, why Jay Dee's want production
Loaded 212 to see my friends
Too many Heineken's, the whole crews fightin to get in
I'm lookin around to see who want it
I wanna get blunted but only got a dollar on it
The rude boys is frontin, legends is pumpin
Bella is jumpin, the heat is like shh...bumpin
Ready or not rap world here i come
comin to every battle screamin out: "Who want some?"
Lyrical warfare for M.C's who step
caution watch your step or I'll destroy your rap
Lookin for the crews that cause a threat
We ain't ballers yet, we ain't passin no mo ___
I'm playin in between the sheets in my jeep
lookin for the freak with the big butt cheeks
No disrespect throw your ganz up
grab your girl tell her, put her hand up
Chorus x4
Throw your hands in the air
Put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutiepie
And do the butterfly
Cruisin down the Ave, just to hit a spot
I got a fat girl on my jock
I'm a tell you why I'm the king and you're a pion
see whats happenin your whole style is a re-run
Whack M.Cs'll get verbally shot
cuz ain't no style like the style I got
I'm the idiotic kid that they call Bizarre
think I outta tap this bar cuz I went to far
Dont try to roll if you're a beginner roll a rookie
forget the blunts kid we high off weed-cookies
Buda sets represent the mid-west
and I can penetrate trough vest
leaving a whole lotta mess
Three millers and a blunt, boy im too high
Just cuz I'm a big guy don't mean I can't butterfly
My crew's gettin wasted in Noahs arc
I'm in the back of the club smokin blunt with Sonya ???Burnheart???
Don't matter if your big short or tall
kick your game and give your girl a call
The nights over kid, I'm stilI gettin spliffted
Keith Murray dropped the half off the set get lifted
(Chorus play's in background while Bugz talks)
"Yeahh, Robert Beck
Robert B. Beck, the B stands for Bugz
You Know me, Dirty-Dozen"
(Talking, to low to hear)
(Bugz)
YEAH, my name is Bugz
Bud is my favourite Drug
I like to get pussy, drinking whiskey from the jug
And if I stumble, into you we gon' rumble
And if you swing first, I'll block your shot like ???
"But bugzy, got a gun tho, ain't you about to run"
No, if I was'nt packin', what the fuck would I come fo
One of my percausions??, he's wipin' on my slugs
Holdin' my clips ????
Fuck scrappin', I got a pistol and an issue
Kidnap your bitch with demands written on tissue
That niggaz pussy, and that's the reason why I diss you
Your stage show is wack, and I'm glad that I missed you
Your ???? my niggaz don be bustin', and there is nothin'
That can fuck wit' Dirty-Dozen, I spit filth cousin
Fuck comin' clean, my rhymes are dirtier than ridin' with a triple beam
(Chorus)
Bring it right to you
Bring it right to you
(Bugzy) Bring it right to you
Bring it right to you
Boy I'll bring it right to you
Bring it right to you
Yo I'll bring that right to you
(Yeah) Bring it right to you
(Bugz)
Sittin' on a pissy mattress
With two bitches bendin' backwards
Watch you lick each others asses
While feed d'em bitches Acid
HALUCNIGENTS, got the stupid tricks
ON Stupid shit, BUT STILL TO PROVEN THIS
I FUCK THE HOES AND HAVE QUADROPULETS
???????????????????????
Bugz, Me on some coolie shit, Cock and let the doolie spit
High and flyin', bitches cryin', niggaz dyin'
You try to battle bugz, you gon' be losin' like the lions (Lions)
Proof and all defiance, my Dirt D alliance
Set up SHOP, ON YOU ??? BLOCK, N SERVE YA CLIANTS
Brace shots, with my in shot??
Even around the way COPS, Even though we talk 'pac through his ???
Motherfucker, with a mouth like Chris parker, Tellin' bitch nigga
Take your fat ass to the usher, won't hesitate to bust ya in your mouth
When you a busta, gon' kill that motherfucker that took out my little brotha
(Chorus)
(Bugz)
Bugzy make it HOT, like a horney HOES CROTCH
Or the DUDE who shot the cops, UP in THE known dope spot
Run up in your crib, put my gun up to your rib
Ask your woman WHERE THE TREASURE BUT SHE STUCK TO RUN HER LIPS
My hood is full of fiends, crack pipes and broken dreams
Little children watching mommy smoke up everything
Niggaz got the nerve to ask why I rhyme like this (why do you rhyme?)
'CAUSE EVERY COIN GOT A FLIPSIDE TO IT
I run with drug dealers, that's ready to plug niggaz
The ones who just grin when you call 'em a "thug nigga"
I love niggaz, it's ALL in me
My middle fingers at the camera, for the world to see
Detroit city, U.S.A. 6 mile motherfuckers
The ones who bring the ruckus, it's you niggas who walk in crutches
The words together, so I can keep my ??? together
You got your beef with Bugz, then you can dance with the Dev-ler
(Chorus)
"Yeah, don't mess around and get dumped on homeboy
want style, 6 mile bring it to you, You wanna hit?
I'll bust it to you??, yeah Dirty-Dozen, Outsidaz
[Proof]
You wish that you could bear me black
D12 standing back
No planning that
Def methods, we got a hand in that
Whoever run this shit
You get a jammed knee cap
Make the healthy get sick
And your fam handicapped
You a fan of rap
My clan attack
Your school, home, your bitch house
Pull my nine milli
You gon' die with your fist out
Him an his
It's over with
Venom is this
cobra spit
Agressive dialect with agressive
Sober bitch
My bionic fires demonish atlonics
Demonic is tainted chronic
Impossible to hold down like vomit
Mics I palm it
You stay to bomb it
Like tourists that's Islamic
I enter your atmosphere like a comet
The new god of rap
Call me nigga Thor
Snap your back
When I slap your ass in a figure four
From miles around they can feel it's lethal
I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang
Look like the Village People (fags)
No sequel
The general let the senistal
Abort your mind state and kill your inner child
[Bizarre]
It's been a while
Since you bitch niggas heard of me
Cuz the last six months
I been doing R&B;
But now I'm on some sick shit
Niggas better duck quick
You don't know who you're fucking with
I'll leave you niggas breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue hummer
You a bitch, scared to shoot like Lindsay Hunter
Don't need to be a father
Cuz I'm just to illmatic
I'll probably poison my kids
Like flowers in the alley
Fuck your anorexic neglects it
Fuck a Lexus
I'm doing drivebys on XXX BMX's
[Bugz]
I know a girl who said she's prio
And her sign is a Leo
Bugzy fucked her in a Regal
And then she took me to my P.O.
Fuck rollin' ceelo
I'm down to a c-note
Lost a g' rollin' dice at that punk ass casino
But fuck it (shit) cuz when times get bad
See me and drag with the mags
On unsuspecting fags (bitch)
I gotta shoot
Bitch you got the boot
And hurry up with it
I'm trying to catch this prostitute (I got ten)
[Kuniva]
I'm the nigga that spotted ya
Spit something hot at ya
Rip your Nautica
Saw you backstage and shot at ya
And kill subliminally
You can go on
And spin your group name 25 times in one song
I'll still write about you
Hip hop is better off without you
Blowing niggas outta they bathrobes
And funky house shoes
For the hell of it
I fuck Missy Elliott
Don't give a fuck if her belly gets
In my way, I'm still nailing it
Got this verbal tech nine
Spitting at you for telling shit
Get this dead body off the mic
I'm fuckin smelling it
[Kon Artis]
Fuck it
Let's have a scrub out
Fuck around with us and see what happen
We all got them guns blappin
Got y'all niggas back tracking
Ya, we dump bodies in seashores
Busting DJs over they backs with keyboards
Turn up my levels
Your crew is fruitier than pebbles
Changin you razor back MCs to running trebles
Bust up
Kon Artis, quick to smack your slut up
Keep a pack of rubbers
Just in case I gotta nutt up
Brigade style hold 'em out down
That's how it's meant to be
You kick the same shit
Your whole tape sound like a symphony
Don't say shit to me
It's DP carry your daughter
Talking bitches outta they panties
Dollars and last quarters
Like that horsemen
I'll leave your whack crowns hutless
Watch Defarius come to my show
And leave dreadless
Whoever said this slash rapper and producer
Wouldn't make your head twist
Guard your grill and your necklace
[Chorus]
I got 6 reasons why we keep shit coming
Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover
Hiding behind your lovers
Skirting off peeling rubber
As we shout
"DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN"
6 reasons why keep shit coming
Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover
Hiding behind your lovers
Skirting off peeling rubber
As we shout
"DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN"
I got 6 reasons why we keep shit coming
Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover
Hiding behind your lovers
Skirting off peeling rubber
As we shout
"DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN"
Yeah yeah bitch (what what)
We'll bring it to your crew
We'll bring it to your crew
Any of y'all
Die bitch
Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen
Dirty Dozen
Bugz
Proof
Bizarre
Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen
Da Brigade bitch
DJ Head
Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen
The saga starts right now
If you ain't down with us from this day on
All my ladies say What What What
And all my dogz say What What What
Ladies and gentlemen may i grab your attention
Its the dopest M.C from the midwest
Did i mention?
So clap your hands and stomp your feet
And party on down to the Bizarre kid beat
Throw your hands in the air so i can feel it
"its the big guy rappin with the idiotic _"
Forget your small talk watch Bizarre kid get wild
Garauntee to get your girl warm like a reptile
Big chubby guy comin straight from 7 mile
Your girl heard my style
And said "oo he's foul"
So tell your man to stop trippin bro
Or he gunna get rushed by 10 guys he dont even know
Representin the _, moneys wut im gettin
*still gigglin bush* , my styles forbiddin
Its the big guy, do the butterfly to the ground
And the base head bounce
Man i got that packed down
Man forget the night
We gunna party till the day
And im a strip dance at your girlfriends cabera
All my ladies say What What What What
And all my dogz say What What What What
Does Bizarre roll with Slim shady? - Yah yah
Quick to drive up in your Mercedes - Yah yah
Datin ladies nearly 80 - Yah yah
Now who in this rap game could fade me?
Some of you rap guys never heard of me
Somtimes I be in Dallas or even North New Jersy
Forget the Moet we drinkin Hen dog all night
And pass the _ so I can get high as a kite
A slow song come on its time to dirty dance
And right now Im grabbin any girl I can
Grab her butt cheeks and hold her real tight
And tell her me and you were gettin "wild the night"
Gimme your beeper number and checks before you leave
"Ai yo call me tomorow and ask for Steve"
Oh no this shit I couldnt beleive
Me and _ grabded her by her knees
Snatched outta her weed
And grabbed the car keys
All my ladies say What What What What
And all my dogz say What What What What
Now everybody throw they hands up
This aint a stick
We came to this jam
To buy _ and play a game of pick up
With any big butt freaks thats done for tha cause
And yo Bizarre was at the bar down _
Im still game spittin while you still get in
Still gettin down how we livin
Wild like we outta prison
Run our mouth, kick in doors
And im talkin to a chicken head that could be yours
Slam dancin with girls just to see they chest bump
Now everybody bu bu bum bump bump
And get down to the sounds that we can cock jump
Or mess around and get your whole dam block jumped
Watch you beeper when Im walkin throught the crowd
Witch one of ya'll actin wild, gettin loud
You still screamin that sumebody steady hatin on you
We in the parkin lot 50 deep waitin on you
Da brigade actin up and we still scrapin
Walkin back up in the club like aint nuttin happened
What What What
All my ladies say What What What
And all my dogz say What What What
Here's Soul Intent checkin' in at number one baby, this week.
Know what I'm sayin'? This is MC Proof.
And DJ Head!
Checkin' in on W.E.G.O, know what I'm sayin?
Ayo, we got the number one requested song of the day comin' up next.
He's a local 313 talent, he goes by the name of Eminem,
Hey Steve, Vanessa said you waned to see me
Marshall, I can call you Marshall right?
Uhh, sure
Good, sit the fuck down for a second
Okay
Do you just fuckin hate me?
Hate you?
What the fuck have I ever done to you?
Your last record, we got lucky
This D12 album is fucked
What's wrong with it?
I don't wanna rape my grandmother
I don't wanna have sex with pitbulls
I wanna roll on dubs, I want throw bows, I wanna rock prada
Rock prada?
And who the fuck is this Bizarre guy?
What do you mean
Do you need a cat-scan?
Where the fuck did you find this guy
I mean, I've known him like...
This album's never coming out
Steve, you've only heard one song
Fuck you
Get the fuck outta here
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...I will shit on you
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Girl you know
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Bitch or men
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies (uh huh)
blow 'em up if they ain't wantin' me
The national guard- they scared of huntin' me
I love beef- I got your hoe duckin' me
A drug thief- Bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs will keep your ass away from my corner
I drown niggaz in hundred degree saunas
You can act if fool if you wanna- BIATCH
It's this lyrical piranha- strapped with a grenade in a pool with yo' mama
attack her by the legs and pull her to the bottom
Twit lettin' up like a condom
Slappin' if you fuckas got a problem
When I see 'em- you hoes endin' up in a fuckin' mausoleum
or hidden in a trunk of a black and gold BM
Pull in a garage while you screamin'
keep the motor on and I'm leavin'
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I will shit on you I don't care who you are- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I don't give a fuck a-bout you or your car- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shhh...
I'm an alcholic- where's the fuckin' toilet
Pass the hot dog (Bizarre, aren't you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin' mouth
I'ma keep eating 'till Richard Simmonds comes to my house
with a chainsaw to cut me out (my house, my house)
Aww fuck your wife- I had sex since I met her
Too busy fuckin' with- your baby sitter (ha ha ha)
And all women ain't SHIT
Only good for cooking cleaning and sucking dick- And that's it (I said it)
I'm responsible for killing John Candy
Got JonBennet Ramsey in my '98 Camry (she's lost)
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody
Truly yours- The Idoitic Bizarre
My adolescent years weren't shit to wait I do know
I never grew up- I was born grown and grew down
The older I get- the dumber the shit I get in
The more ignorant the incident is- I fit in
Ignorin' the shit? How boring it gets when there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit throwin' a fit (nope)
I know I'm a bit flaky- but they make me
It's they who hate me and say they can takee (c'mon)
It's they whose legs I break and make achey
It's they who mistake me make me so angry (urgh)
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I'll spit on you
Start pissin' and do the opposite on you
You weren't listenin'- I said I'll cop a squad on you
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordeu bleu and straight shit
like Notorious BIG did to that bitch on the skit on his last album
Pull my pants down and...
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin' (WHAT?!)
Born brainless this steel ain't stainless
Your blood stains all over this steel god-dangit
Bitch bring it!
These niggaz that I hang with'll hang u up naked by your ankles dangling
But need I stay straight when I don't need your help
If you won't gimmie ya pussy I'll unloosen my belt and (I'LL SHIT ON YOU)
I bet your daddy's not, your momma's kinda caught, your sister's chin crushed
Ya aunt supply ya rocks
Buck fifty 'cross your neck
Blow up your tech
I'll beat you across your chest
Yo It's only right I jack the car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun when I'm drunk I run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat your peeps down worse than Steve Stought
Put you in choke holds I learned last week from the police man
who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (hey, hey, hey!)
I see hoes fightin' y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like Deebo fightin' Peabo Bryson (uhhh)
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck what your hollerin' and yellin' about
I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin' skeleton out
Niggaz get hit with a 2-Peace BLING BLING
With a poisonous thing- I'm such a violent thing
Once I get on two hits of ex my disc slips and disconnects
'Till I walk around this BITCH with a twisted neck
but still shit on the first bitch that disrespects
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Over reaction is my only reaction which only sets off a chain reaction
that puts five more zany actin' maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack 10 9 millimeters
5 criminals pullin' heaters and spillin' liters of blood like swimmin' pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lot of people say misogynistic which is true
I don't deny it- matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by at the start of a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet (that's)
Boy girl dog woman man child
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
Yo nigga what's goin on fool?
Whatup my nigga?
Nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here SinD right here
SinD this is Bizarre I was tellin you about
That's my nigga
Yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts
Man you why dont you go to the store with me
All right
All right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga
Aight my nigga
So how long you been on Eminem
Eminem? Shit I don't know Eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit
You know, something on the side
Yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit?
You want some water?
No, no, no thanks
How about some pig feet
Naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke
Damn, what's takin the Kuniva So long?
No the fuck you didn't!
Girl chill out that shit came from my soul
Fuck that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin
And I want you to give me a little kiss though
A kiss? Kiss you where?
All right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, I'ma tell you in your ear
Ain't no one special, special like you
I been searching, but your the one I want in my life baby
I'm reminiscing on your tenderness and the snuggling and teasing
Missing what I remember, kissing and hugging and squeezing
Bugging and weezing, I'm having trouble when breathing
It's even tougher when sleeping
But there's a couple of reasons that I'm suffering and grieving
For loving and leaving, you all I'm thinking of in the evening
You got my knees buckling and weakening
Thoughts of nothing but freaking that I'm struggling to keep in
And interrupt when I'm speaking
I got some game that I'm preparing to run
The way your lips sparkle and glare in the sun
You got your hair in a bun, no matter what you're wearing you stun
Cause your comparing to none, I wanna share in the fun
I feel a passionate lust when I'm imagining just us alone at last with a
touch
I see you grasping to trust, but my intentions are good
The seed is passing in dust
I'm not asking to rush and answer immediately
I just wanna be there for you and you to be there for me
If you agree to repeat after me, I Love You (I love you baby)
Cause I just need you to see, how much I'm eager to be
Your man legally wed, your love's keeping me fed
This is easily said, so you can lead or be led
If you care to be down cause ain't nobody Like you no where to be found
I been searching, but your the one I want in my life baby
Baby it's all on you, it's you I call on boo
Let's set a day up so you can fall on through
We'll take a spin in a Lexus you can chill for dinner and breakfast
Long enough to see how this gentleman sex'es
We'll start it out with caviar, Don Parigne
And then when it's a fact we are warm, carry on
We'll take it slow, see nobody will hurry things
I got the herbs the Bacardi and Hurricane
If Daiquiris are in debate and not your thing that day
It's still all right cause I got Minute Maid and Tangeray
Your an incredible one that's rare, in bed with edible underwear
You look impeccable, nothing compares
I dream of freaking you, the women that will speak it too so
It seems that there is not an end to things that we can do so
Now we all set to play, only thing left to say is
When you step away, baby but don't forget the Neglicie
I been searching, but your the one I want in my life baby
So Funky!!
Dj Butters stinkin ass
Dirty dozen nigga
You know who your fuckin with
Its the idotic Bizarre
Took your drink bitch
Do you know who your fuckin with
Call your moms a bitch
And hit her in the face with a brick
I did twenty mushrooms in my range rover
And ill probably gun o.d by this songs over
I hang with white trash and love to skip class
Get high off coke and hash
And fuck a little kid in his ass
Bitch suck my cock while i take this pill
And if you wont do it then Monica Lewinsky will
Im waitin beyond, fuck the Fonz
I get drunk with bail bonds
Snatch you pions my whole crews ex cons
While I _ I get niggas from down south
Give your sister oral sex with the _ thats in my mouth
Im fuckin sick of anorexic chicks suckin my dick
If _ fuck with this nasty bitch!
Fuck battlin which rapper wanna do me?
Forget a case, bitch im quick to blast Judge Judy
Tempt one of you niggas to try to offend me
Pull you out the truck and beat you ass worse then Reginald Denny
Drugs is in me, who wanna offend me
Fuck santa, Bizzares comin down the chimney
Quick to blow up the room
Ill enough to leave my wife on our own honey moon
Your style is garbage thats why im throwin it in the can
Even _have a cure for this nasty man
Dirty Dozen quick to give your girl a call
Tell your niggas get my balls
Write my gang signs on your wall
Nigga
99 Niggas, Dirty Dozen, Nigga, Outsidaz, Slim Shady, Nigga
I dont give a fuck its Bizarre kid niggas
Daddy?
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
Son, you don't wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, fuckin geezers.
Shot's in your ass, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For fuckin bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, raping an old lady.
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby,
All I can teach you, learn how to mac.
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact slap her until she's a slut.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck? (Hahaha)
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you sumptin.
You're eight years old? It's time to start fuckin.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.
Your Mother!
You fuckin faggot
There once was a man who liked to jump around
But he got too old to jump up and down
So he put down the mic and picked the guitar up
Started singin the blues like there was no tomorrow
Left his boys in the House Of Pain
It was the wisest decision he ever made
But the dumbest thing that he could ever do
Is try to pump a 380 at those that act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do
Cuz i remember all those years
How it was when you were here
I remember how it was
How it was when you were young
Yesterday was so long ago
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along
Now nobody wanna here your old ass sing no more
I remember back when you had the knack
And I remember when you had your first heart attack
I was right there laughin when I heard the news
I just wish the cardiac would have murderered you
Maybe Ice-T is right you are a bitch
You come around when your broke
And leave when your rich
But the dumbest thing that he could ever do
Is try to pump a 380 at those who act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do
Cuz i remember all those years
How it was when you were here
I remember how it was
How it was when you were young
Yesterday was so long ago
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along
Now nobody wanna here your old ass sing no more
Remeber back in 94 like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford
Before his heart attack had him on life support
When House Of Pain was outta fame
Like some one douced the flame
And maybe they destined never to jump around again
Or ever further back when I first had heard the knack
And you were down with Syndicate
I went to get your shit man I was into it
But then you went and took your style and switched the shit
Now you sound rediculous
You dickless piece of shit how could you diss me bitch
I liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude
Remember Sway and Tech when came up and sat beside you
Started rhymin then you left the room and didnt say goodbye or nuttin
Like you mad cuz some one else is white and tryin rhyme or sumtin
Im sorry man I wasnt tryin to steal your light or nuttin
But your a homo sexual white rappin irish ( )
Man I wish I was irish then I could be a ( ) too
Then I'd be confused as you
And I wouldnt know what to do
Wuts up with you, I never fucked wit you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I could rap circles around you
Wut you nutz as me ?
Plus I could sing better then you and I dont fuckin sing
And probably play guitar better and I aint never touched a string
But I aint mad at you I'd hate me to if I was you
Im what your used to be, shit you was me in 92
So ever time I right a lyric Im a think of you
And maybe that will help me know what its like to sing the blues
Cuz i remember all those years
How it was when you were here
I remember how it was
How it was when you were young
Yesterday was so long ago
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along
Now no one wanna here your old ass sing no more
Fuckin faggot sissy, fuck
And by the way 380's a fuckin sissy gun
You gunna shoot somebody use a fucking real gun
You little bitch, next time you use my name in a song
Dont be subliminal about it
You gunna fuckin diss me, diss me you fuckin faggot
Fuckin punk pussy, fucking little bitch
Come on hit me with my best...
Come on hit me with my best...
Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot,
Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot,
Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot.
Come on hit me with my best,
Coke on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
... what happened... stopped rappin'
I got that makes me the captain,
She woke up with the...
In the hills that happen...
And I'm a machine that brought Marchall back alive,
I think I would rather...
Sometimes... laugh at night... that's
... my nigga...
Chorus:
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.
Come on hit me with my best,
Coke on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
... my nigga estimate me
... contract... one by one protect me
... upon the basement
... crazy and... your baby
... behavoiur... soul
Got a...
[Chorus:]
I never thought you will... hold up,
Who wanna be the... who wanna...
Like Marschall,...
My hands... I'm stupid, I'm...
Don't make me...
[Chorus]
I claim... ever since then
And I ain't... like nothing...
You might...
I ain't... get your call...
What can I say, I'm stuck on my...
You ain't superman... with the same...
The same game cause...
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!
Git Up Now!
Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the waiters orders
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?)
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me *****z to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, *****.
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Cause *****s don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock that ? stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
A ? *****, we back in you life and back in your wife,
Fuck fat ass nasty dirty niggas
FILTH, Shit, Fuckin filth yeea
Lalalalalala
Ayo my style bust holes in the earth
Crush the crust by the dirtiest
Be the specializing in stoppin breathin
My legion a bleed man whether you belive in
Heaven and Hell
Make your grill swell it aint hard to tell
I work spells or wicked like _
Put _ head first, the round bursts another victim
Nah man the boy pick em, stick em
Hands on the half shit, I'm fillin my glands full of acid
Two hands full of ass dancing with Angela Bassett
Make plans for the casket
Your head lands in a basket
A dead mans in a plastic
I got red hands and a mass of fits
Yeaah Em
Fuckin rap pervert, I serve dirt
My sick thoughts get all mixed up like rainbow sherbert
Get every nerve hurt, spot a mic and walk toward it
My whole click will beat your fuckin ass and camcord it
Somebody hide my too many hoes on my dick
Smoked all your hay who wants to start the crucial conflict
Im the big daddy smokin blunts in cali
End up doing a drive by at the stay in school rally
Stop Stop knockin cuz aint nobody there
Hoes with AIDS I still fuck bare
Cuz I, I just dont care
Ill enuff to fuck up all your dental care
When Bizarre Kid comes through you better yell may day
Or you was havin good times like Dynamite Kujo _
Yeah Yeah Bitch I get helmet from stank crack heads
And read my kids horror stories when I lay em to bed
Ridin bikes butt naked
Gettin freshed by police men
Fuck christmas this is take a gift season
Beatin kids up for no reason
Take lunch boxes and all
Get em high off mushrooms
And play a friendly game of dodgeball
BIIITCH!
Battlin the dirty dozen that dont pay
* [Kon Artis]
I damage your neck
With the butt of the tech
Vandalous sex
Cuttin' you ear to ear
With the razor of my Gillette
You couldn't get respect
If you was a captain or a cadet
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet
I'll battle you 50 deep
Solo artist shocker dead beat
Derelicts on the loose
Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs
While y'all start screaming
Like grasses in a submission
(Lay down your pot to piss in)
Blow up the house you live in
Believe me, we greedy
And often you is easy
Your whole album cheesy
Because you got platinum artists on it
Don't make it hot
We steamroll with real niggas
And that's something that you not
I'm vampin what you got
Then setting up camp at your spot
Foiling your plot
Every rhyme that you jot
I rock to the six like musty twat
A dead corpses that been cut up
And left in abandoned lots
Ya, derelicts theme
Comparing your team
To ours is a fucked up dream
The shit I done seen
Has turned me to a scandalous fiend
Sticking your peeps for cream
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams
As foul as it seems
Dismantling spleens til your whole clique's
Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams
I rumble with kings
More humble with seen
Until it's time for me to kill again
Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis
[Chorus]
Ay yo
Competition of none's such
Derelicts the one must
Let the guns bust
Brigade one trust
Untouched
Martyr a mic
Slaughter your life
Runnin avenue soldiers bitch
It's water and trife
Competition ain't none such
Derelicts the one must
Let the guns bust
It's Brigade one trust
Untouched
Martyr a mic
Slaughter your life
Runnin' avenue soldiers bitch
Smarter and trife
[Bizarre]
Who's the fat bastard
Rapping that mo' master
Snorting coke that's whiter than Casper
Better run faster
I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers
And bitch I was born with asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels
Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels
A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin
Fuck girls
Bitch I only date senior citizens
Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her
Next time you rush me
You better be a little bit quicker
Run your streets in the house
And make full of malt liquor
I'm lettin' you throw the first blow
And bring ten of your toughest niggas
End ya year
Like the last day of December
(But did you rape that bitch?)
I was so drunk I can't remember
I used to be in a group
We had an argument who was the hottest
Now both them niggas is dead
And I roll as a solo artist
Chorus
[Kuniva]
Look bitch you stressed out
I divide these bullets equally among your crew
And give you five so you don't feel left out
Like red the hammer
I'm nailing niggas in they spleens
Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream
Energetic schemes
Rap vandal and dismantle
Tackle MC's and wax you
Like your rap name was Candle
Grabbing a mic with no handles
Leaving you dusty
Like walking the desert in old sandals
If you weeded or drunk
Keep your heat in your trunk
We beat you to lumps
Swell you up with permanent mumps
We dangerous playa
Cuffin' my chews
Spittin the phlegm out
Getting at you whether you coming out
Or you been out
You never exempt
From this murderous attempt
I'm telling you pimp
Undeniably you are a loss
Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss
If the Kon Artis say it then it's done
With or without a gun
Eat a track and spit out a drum
Bust one
Trust none
Playing the game of death
Take your last breath
Til your last name is left
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