MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
d12 - throw it up
[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/paint 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' *****z, next *****...
[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' ?
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 presents/ce is felt, like Christmas eve
Make an example out of you, for her and his to see...
[VERSE 5: Bizarre]
Jumped in your carw 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, ***** i'm a don....
Detroit...Where *****s 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 *****s ready to fight
Guns, pips, 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...
If its crime on your block say...
d12 - 911
[Introduction]
Gorillaz
Back the fuck up
D12
[Proof]
The new terrors in rock (rock)
On every block (block)
Late for School, Late for Work
But ahead of these cops (cops)
My credit is shock, in the detonate box (box)
Like, people take my life and thats pathetic as Pac's (Pac's)
A waste of the talent, Say my boys is just no where
Placed on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air,
shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage,
Nato marriage, Hate embarrassed
There is the faith to cherish
In your room face to face with race awareness
A race to sheriff to army bombin' your God is with you
Calm over war, we gotta start our pistol
Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's your
righteous ways
We sacrifice, snatch your life, many nights and days
Follow me into equality we might behave
And only Christ can say the trife will reunite again
[Kuniva]
America Owns, Without a fucking care in my dome,
Bearin' my bones, so far away staring at home,
Stay at my zone, falling asleep late with my chrome,
Feelin' hype from these rockets burning like straightenin' in
the cones,
Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef,
Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a K to my neice,
Real nigga's feel us and fear us,
Gorillaz beat on they chest when,
Dangerous lyricist, I hope that you hear us,
The spirit of Bugz is still in me,
God bless it the trinity,
Cause my bullets they come in three's like trilogy's,
Put the knife away, missiles always strike and blaze,
So much smoke you can't tell the difference between night and
day,
Right away blow your life away, so light your haze,
Hold tight grenades so when it blows I'm slightly grazed,
Kuniva might be crazed unleashin' unlikely rage,
The next time you hear a verse from me I might be caged.
[Chorus] Terry Hall
*Arabic Chanting*
[Bizarre]
Everynight I talk to a black hawk, taking heroin in bulks
Watch my body hit the chalks
I'm too lazy, mescaline got's me crazy
Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby
And I ain't never going home, Bizarre's too far gone
This cold got's me for ciphered, right from wrong
As I sit in my seat and remain calm, and close my eyes and wait
for the bomb.
(Here it comes!)
*Airplane Blows Up*
[Swifty]
I'm gettin' the fuck on, I'm aggravated
I know I'll make it, Im in a place full of hatred,
Treatin' my life like a sayyid,
Try to check me, I break your neck,
Disrespect me you get injected,
It's hectic with some bullshit that happen,
You least expected,
We just don't accept it nigga,
I go ahead, lift my trigger,
Get rid of bitches, pay you a visit, then get your shit lit
I'm a nitwit with a big dick, and big balls
I don't miss shit
I hit all, whoever that did this,
We Gonna Getch'all.
[Kon Artis]
Yo, yo
Now whether its Saddam or Bin Laden thats been startin all this
trouble for us,
Creepin horrors doin show after show, sleepin on the tour bus
We lost Aaliyah, lost our families, takes no tinues
You dont need us to say the world is fucked up God can see it
Now it seems the public needs this shit to calm these kids
Cuz they findin out how you lied about your twisted sins
They say we bad for you but shit our music is your friend
They cant deter you from the truth cause we the helping hand.
[Terry Hall]
We are one, and one is all,
We are, We are one
And one is all...
d12 - act a fool
[Proof]
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)
[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
[2x]
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
[Proof]
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
[Bugz]
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
I just learned!
[Chorus]
d12 - art of war
[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*
Chorus 'till fade
d12 - bad news
[Chorus]
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
[Kon Artis]
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
[Kuniva]
Hey
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
[Chorus]
[Kon Artis]
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
[Kuniva]
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
Chillin' with me buds
[Chorus]
d12 - 40 oz
[Intro (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 your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x]
Bitch!!!
[Bizzare]
We fucked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month.
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk.
D12 start shit, nigga come get us,
7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us,
Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit.
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 fuck out, stab you with a knife,
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight.
[Chorus]
Biiitch
[Eminem]
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 fuck up, and get the fuck 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!!!!
[Chorus]
[Kuniva]
We deep as a motherfuck, 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, niggas crying, niggas 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 niggas bloodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.
[Chorus]
Biiitch
[Proof]
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 shit.
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
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty.
[Chorus]
d12 - 6 in the morning
[Intro: Eminem]
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!
[Verse 1: Eminem]
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?
[Chorus: Eminem]
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
[Verse 2: Swifty]
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?
[Chorus: Eminem]
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
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
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
[Verse 4: Kon Artis]
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
[Chorus: Eminem]
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
Everybody come on an
d12 - 6 reasons
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
Then fuck you
d12 - activity as phuctivity
Check it out
This is my shit fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga
[Kon Artist]
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
[Kuniva]
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
[Bugz]
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
[Proof]
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
[Bizarre]
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
Fuck California
d12 - ain t nuttin but music
Hahahaha
[Eminem] its shit like this i kick to these rich white kids
who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
whoops i did it again, didnt i? my shit,
its harder to figure out then what britneys tit size is(wooooo)
i probably pissed u off again, didnt i bitch? (so what)
grab christina gaguilera, kiss my grits
do u know how many shits i give, i wish i did
so i could quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
this just in, britney just kissed justin
she just fucked ben
got tit fucked
and dick sucked him
if affleck can get his ass licked how come i cant, shit
god damn bitch, im rich, i cant understand this
are those pictures i made of us together on the internet
as close as im eva gonna get to hittin her from the back
shit, when it comes to that, i hit harder from the back
then everlast when hes pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
just gimme 1 more chance, britney hit me 1 more time
let me know whats on ur mind, whitney give me 1 more line
to sniff, u fuckers know what time it is
fuck ur jewelery my records almost diamond bitch
[chorus]
[Eminem]
whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin,its ok
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em dre
[drdre]
it aint nuttin but music
[Eminem]
whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin,its ok
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em dre
[drdre]
it aint nuttin but music
[Bizarre]
eminem doesnt like nsync, well i do
so fuck him and the backstreet boys too (yea i said it)
whateva happened to the cast of different strokes?
garys broke, todd snort coke, and dana an overdose (ahhhh)
i got two little boys with me
michael jackson sent two helicopters to get me (heee heeee)
im up early with my hair curly
me and mr.furley fuckin lavern and shirly
[Kuniva]
alotta rappers are livin in la la land
thats why i lets my dogs out on the baha men (bark)
as bad as the life i had, im not mad
i dont need to be a jackass to beat up my dad (punch)
my whole familys country, my grandmothers oldfashioned
she keeps askin me why i rap with a honky
but granny im a flunky, i could b a junkie
i could b hangin with the hoochies outta the club scene
[Kon Artis]
for all the indpendent women in the house (house)
show us ur tits and shut ur mother fuckin mouths
[Proof]
Robert downey, bobby brownie, whitney housten the shit shes usin,
jesse jackson, reverand scandal, got george michaels, tevincampbell
pee-wee hermans, peep show places, public restrooms, beat thosecases
[chorus]
[Swift]
your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what?)
we done turned their kids into little body snatchers
they like where im from (uh huh), we dont bite our tongue (yea)
are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns? (blah blah blah)
its sad but im glad that im made to rhyme
when you work, you aint gettin paid for that overtime (damn)
its only music, media know it, but they blind (thats right)
i aint in ur life so stay the hell up outta mine (nigga)
and your the reason why princess diana ended up dying
you people get offended, i dont care
(stop cryin)
tryin to get us to leave
cuz what we say just aint playin
but holdin me back from what i say just aint me
[Kon Artis]
now whats these parents so mad for?
(ur music is bad) for teenage kids who drink more than ted dansonin cheers
carson drinks beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch(shut up)
(poor or rich) i still do the same old shit,
i dont jump infront of a camera and say no shit
when they ask me about my sarcastic-ness
i just slap them, turn around and ask them this
[chorus]
[Eminem]
La La, La
La La La La, La
La La, La
La La La La, La
[group]
OoooooooOOOoooooooooOOOO
OoooooooOOOoooooooooOOOO
[Kuniva]
Look for that new D12 R&B Album coming soon
Straight R&B, Straight R&B, Straight R&B
d12 - american psycho
[Eminem]
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?
[Chorus: Eminem]
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
[Bizarre]
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
[Chorus]
[Kon Artis]
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
so you can have somethin to stare at
[Chorus]
d12 - amityville
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm..
(kill kill kill)
[Chorus: (Eminem)]
Mentally illll from Amityvilllle (ILLLL)
Accidentally killll your family stillll
Thinkin he won't? God-damnit he willll (HE'SSSS)
Mentally illll from Amityvilllle
{HE'SSSS} - [on repeats only]
I get lifted and spin til I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick [SMACK]
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin til my chin's full of splashed whiskers [whoosh]
Hash whiskey and ash til I slap bitches [smack]
Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years
Mash with me you'll get in imagine this
[Chorus 2X]
[Bizarre]
I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat
{AHHHHHHHH!} Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
{Mmm mm mmm!} And bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was 'sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (YOU FUCKIN HOMO!)
That's what I said at my dad's funeral
[Chorus 2X]
[Eminem]
That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still (still)
That's why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed)
That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville)
You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled)
Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still)
This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin Hamburger Hill! (Hill!)
We don't do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot
and when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with them too!
That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?)
While I'm holdin a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??)
Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year?)
Cause once I snap I can't be held accountable for my acts
and that's when accidents happen,
when a thousand bullets come at your house
and collapse the foundation around and they found you
and your family in it (AHHHHH!)
GOT DAMNIT HE MEANT IT WHEN HE TELLS YOU
[Chorus 2X]
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum..
d12 - another public service announcement
Announcer:
OK...
This is ANOTHER public service announcement brought to you
in part (punch sound) AARGH!
Rondell Beene:
Shut up punk! Yo... This thing on? Good, good
hell yeah. Look I'm speaking on be half of D12 and if you get
offended by words like bitch, ho, sissy, faggot, homo, lesbian,
fudge packer, clit eater all that shit like that, then youshould
turn this shit off right now, because thats is some of theshit...
no, thats the only shit you gonna here right now on this album.
It's not like they don't have creativity or some shit like that,that
ain't the case. We just like saying shit like that just to fuckwith
you. Ey, i told you to hold him down know he running,
but... fuck it! (gunshot) God damnit it if you had of just stayedstill
that won't happened to you. It just goes to show when you fuck
around with us, shit can happen. Bitch!
d12 - back down royce
Kon Artis]
haha, yea, Mr. Porter(D-Twizee)
that's right muthafuckas we back, say it(D-Twizee)
You know we came it fuckin came up right? come on(D-Twizee)
say it again yo(D-Twizee)
I'm sick of niggas all loud with they half ass talk
like we some hoes or something like our heat don't spark
We ain't Royce muthafucka we don't speak in vain
we don't act like we street, we don't not say names
we don't ask Em to book us to do and get a deal
and turn our back on him when he need his boys for real *echoes*
you got dropped by everybody i know
Goon Sqwad, AWOL, and a couple of hoes SO *echoes*
that's neither here nor there dawg
his first video was shot up in NY yall
is this nigga the king of detroit
or the king of gettin his ass whipped and left by his boys
(I heard his crew was hot) is you serious dawg?
D-Elite? I ain't even gonna speak on yall
yall ain't worth it, half of your boys wear turbans
and Cha Cha's a toss up nigga, keep on purpin
I wanna see that lil nigga Tre one up
I fight him with one arm, tell Peter put the gun up
I don't need it, I'm swift on my feet
With no orthepedics, tell Kino to stop pagin me
when I'm not need this you like Ja Rule
takin ecstasy and speakin out the side of your neck nigga
you need to retract statements you made you reject
JIGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA hahahaha
[Chorus:]
You act like you from the D
but you from Mo Peak
you ain't hard you need to put that ass
CRACK DOWN
I know you wish you
was Jay-z, 50, D-Twizee
bitch but you ain't so
BACK DOWN
[Kon Artis]
yo ????? got him a deal
how can he right now?
I ain't seen D12 ass around
That's Ryan Montgomery
thinkin out loud
with rhinestones in his doo rag
you tough dawg WOW
[Bizarre]
so what? your father taught you how to box
you didn't say that shit when Goon Sqwad hit the spot
{nigga left the way nigga} D-Elite yall niggas ain't tough guys
ask Guv i beat yo ass with some bean pies{you know it, I know it}
so what if Journalist is your cousin?
who gives a fuck bitch my band is Dirty Dozen{WHAT?}
or Runyan Ave will put 2 in your face(BOW!)
put the ketchup case don't make me have to run up in sudden place
is it our fault you a fake LL?
D12{D12!} the reason your lil record won't sell{7 thousand copies nigga}
Marshall made your hood, gave you a million in cash
goddamn, didn't you wanna get wall street tight on his ass?
King of Detroit, aww so sweet
??? heat with your ass beat in the middle of the street{FUCK THAT}
hahaha....and they through your chain back at you nigga!{TAKE THAT SHIT BACK NIGGA}
from all your battles? hahaha, I know you know...but your brother do!
D-Twizee!
I ain't even gotta say shit on this track nigga
you ain't the king of Detroit, you a hoe ass nigga
you from oak park nigga, fuck you, fuck the D-Elite
fuck little ass Tre!
Bo Little, nigga, all yall muthafuckas
you know what im saying? you can't fade us
and you mad cuz we made you
you ain't make us, we D12 nigga
until we die! nigga, you ain't from Detroit
so you a muthafuckin lie! what?
D-Twizee!
Chorus
[Bizarre]
Haha...don't fuck with us nigga...haha
d12 - bad influence
Bad Influence
D12
[Chorus One]
{Just pull the plug!}
People say that I'm a bad influence
I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it
They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!}
C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it
{Just pull the plug!}
People say that I'm a bad influence
I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it
They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!}
C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it
{Just let it gooo!}
[Eminem]
Hand me an .8, beam me up and land me in space
I'ma sit on top of the world {I'm here} and shit on Brandy and Mase
I'm more than ill
I'm scarier than a white journalist in a room with Lauryn Hill {Ahh!}
Human horror film
but with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
cause I'ma still be Madd Rapper, whether I got money or not {yup}
As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
for the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
and a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a Ford
And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicadin for
Everybody's pissin' me off; even the No Limit Tank
looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off
No shit I'm a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself?
[Chorus Two]
{Just pull the plug!}
People say that I'm a bad influence
I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it
They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!}
C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it
{Just let it gooo!}
People say that I'm a bad influence
I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it
They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!}
C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it
{Just do it!}
[Eminem]
I'm the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Sr.
across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments {Ow! Ow! Ow!}
I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth
with a fucked up childhood, that I used as an excuse
And ain't shit changed, I kept the same mindstate
since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence, I just encourage it {c'mon}
I laugh at the sight of death
as I fall down a cement flight of steps {ahhhhhhhh!}
and land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind; you and a friend
can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not, blow your brain out, I'm blowin mine out
Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now!
[Chorus Three]
{Just let it gooo!}
People say that I'm a bad influence
I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it
They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!}
C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it
{Just pull the plug!}
People say that I'm a bad influence
I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it
They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!}
C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it
{Just do it!}
[Eminem]
My laser disc gon' make you take a razor to your wrist
Make you satanistic, make you take the pistol to your face
and place the clip and cock it back
and let it go until your brains are rippin out
your skull so bad to sew you back would be a waste of stitches
I'm not a "Role Model," I don't wanna babysit kids
I got one little girl, and Hailey Jade is Shady's business
And Shady's just an alias I made to make you pissed off
Where the fuck were you when Gil was paid to make me dishwash?
I make a couple statements and now look how crazy shit got
You made me get a bigger attitude than eighty Kim Scott's
And she almost got the same fate that Grady's bitch got
I knew that "Just the Two of Us" would make you hate me this much
And "Just the Two of Us," that ain't got shit to do with us
and our personal life, it's just words on a mic
So you can call me a punk, a pervert or a chauvinist pig
But the funny shit is that I still go with the bitch!
[Chorus Two]
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