Yeah, y'all faggots..
(Hear me?  Yeah.. ready set.. then take shit)
Y'all, the fuck?  Who wanna battle, what?
None of y'all, do you?  (no)
Dirty Dozen, Outsidaz (what?) bitch
Who wanna battle?

[Bugz ?]
Gimmie some hash, and when I trip nigga gimmie your mass
Then after that lend me your mag and gimmie yo' cash
That precious pen you call the life, I put it in too fast
Get in your ass if you unhappily leave Eagle Man (yeah)
You wanna see through glass, don't pay much to breeze through class
(bitch) You broke as fuck and on the bus because your evil smash
This shit is lethal fast, battle me, I keep you mad
Put you in a sleeper drag, your ass to the reepers pad
Either blast, or feel the wrath of my heater lad
Lyric punches makin meters blast, turn your speaker out
Rear, club, or anywhere where there's people at
They love my day, couldn't care where they leave's you at
Your girl's a rat, tell that hoe I'm not gon' beep her back
Don't need her glock, got too many other neater rats
Who heater fat?  I bet your gat ain't fuckin wit my gat
I'm on the lyrics, sayin the vocals that you almost clap
(clap clap) Don't clap, you mo' wack than a cold sack
You showin that when you blow, that's a known fact
Clone rap, suck a MC broad, need to pick another fued
What?  And find you a job, or either go out and rob because
rappin ain'tcha function, you outta place
like a two of hearts and two of diamond in a game of spades
While my inovative ways, shootcha lyrics to a blaze
Put a grimace on your grade, I'ma guiness on the page
The history, puttin, suckin niggaz out they misery
It's not a mystery, my victorys are bodacious (hah)
It wouldn't matter if the judge is racist
And I was battlin your aces in your bitches basement
I'm unfuck-witable, thats literal, face it, the general
The sisters of a senate-al, holdin on my genetals
Right before I send the blows, down to earth like minerals
Even after centerfolds (grr arf!) the videos, my evil goes
incognito hoes, I'ma skitle bros, Meena biter
I hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrit-ah
You ain't no riders, and still don't even have a slider
I D her when you need me, we gon' burst in into fighters
(yeah, yeah bitch!) You motherfuckin tighter

[Chorus]
Cock, and, squeeze, bust, Dirty Dozen, don't fuck wit us
Detriot niggaz roll deep, hoe heat, and fuck Slick
Yeah, yeah bitch - stay off my dick!

[Kon Artis]
That's the time that you up and cuttin you wit a knife
The situan, the alcohol bath for the night
Then watch the strugglin, you squeal for your life (uh-huh)
Dump a radio bumpin your demo in the bath wit the light
That's what I take from you, meet you and fake humble
Attack your foundation until it crumble
So me and my dawg be on stumble
Come off 'gnac but stayin in the right mind
It's the blazin track and we're back, for fake individuals that rap
Screamin out they group name like they scared and shit
Knownin that the Kon Artis come prepared wit clips
Full of them male scritches (what?)
You watch and take pictures (how you do that?) 
Notes and write down poets and 'bout how I rap and get witcha
Told you niggaz before we got much the game
Nuttin to lose, corruptin the lives of all groups
Tie 'em up and put 'em in situations to hurt 'em
Tie 'em up to trees, you was throwin darts at 'em
wit venom in 'em, then murder 'em, servin 'em right
He be, the Kon Artis {*screech*} swervin the night
We rock from state to state (uh-huh) and city to city
You make us sick like a faggot tryin silicon titties
and already want a size D bra, I wanna die wit tight shit
Give it to y'all bleek raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

[Proof]
Gimmie a sicker than (?), check it out
I turn a hard nigga yellow, and bake his ass faster than a cheetah
Don't blaze no blunts (uh-huh) but I blaze them thangs
Amaze your gang, wit bullets, I rattle your frame
Who's that, bustin at, Big Suburban, hustle that
Play wit three bitches alias and four hustlers
Bustin three glocks, on your block
Yellin my name loud, puttin bombs inside your mailbox
and prepare docks - punch your dreadlocks, wait for the cops
and tell 'em that yo' ass had beef wit Biggie and 2Pac 
I lit the flesh (uh-huh) shot bled to death (what?)
Like Red and Meth, you need the hoop-a, shoop-a
for battlin boards, got on a moyer, I sat on your horse
Got battled thanks to your tours, show up at you
battlin your eyecore, pure wit this shit
On your mic rip, you might slip, fall, han

Ha ha, ha ha, yeah yeah!
Dirty Dozen! Detroit City (Detroit Michigan)
What (What)

[Bugz]
You won't last long like weed in brass bongs
Just another fag blowin some sad bitch-ass songs
I shine sober, cause Bugz is a soldier
Beat that ass like Roy Jones if ya bite I'm pissin(?)cola
Doin the randisco at a disco with a big ho
Bought the stupid bitch from Sisqo now she won't let my dick go
Bugz a stupid nigga, take a shower with my pistol
Walk up in your (?) and pistol ripped you
It's simple, see I'm from the D like Eric Hippo
Sick son of a bitch, robbin a nigga and his kinfolk
Got my gun on my hip, some in the clip, one in the chamber
It's danger, fuckin with this super powered stranger
Fuck a battle - we brought knives, niggaz and guns
Beat yo' ass and run, tryin to catch a case for fun
Bustin at the po'-po' high off weed speed and cocoa (yeah!)
Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo'-fo'

[Proof]
Bomb like Saddam, split America in two
Then wrap all around your head like Erykah Badu
My issues, misuse, human anatomy
Tearin your flesh, and you muscle tissues
Knock 'em out his shoes, then check 'em in
And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on yo' second wind
The nine shot (put Denaun out!)
Punch you in your navel and rip your spine out
Talkin bout you run this shit when you ain't got no legs
Plus you all booty like Jennifer Lopez
D-12 (?), work these
Scratch the skin off your back like fur theives
Grab your throat like a nurse squeeze, make the earth freeze
Stick you for a lifetime - like herpes
Challenge Evil Kanivel, (?) jumpin in a Regal
Challenge Officer Riggs, and be in "Lethal"
Challengin fiends to stealin aluminum sidin
Challenge Eminem smokin dope, while hang glidin
Challengin hickville honkies, to a square dance
And climb up Everest blindfolded with my bare hands
Aint no fair chance Dirty Dozen run the D
Anybody want beef then, come to me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Fuck battlin, we on some gang shit
Duck quick, cause you niggaz might get hit
United we stand, united we fall
I swear to God, Dirty Dozen we gonna kill all y'all

[Bizarre]
10 seconds, kiss yo' ass good riddance
(It's a BOMB!) Told y'all niggaz I wasn't bullshittin
We could fight like a kung-fu flick, choose your weapon
Shake hands, knock yo' ass out in 10 seconds
Bizarre needs a counselor
I done shitted on so many MC's, (?) should be my sponsor
Have Prince rob ya for your "Diamonds and Pearls"
While I'm in the next room, havin my way with your girl
I swear, I kill any MC up in here
My niggaz pop so many guns, you swear it was New Year's
They're gon' need an ambulance when I finish battlin you
Pop shit? My gang's on Runyan Avenue
You niggaz ain't crooks, plus you all shook
Have you mom suck my cock while I read Playboy books
I aint sayin I'm the illest MC
But ask ten outta ten niggaz, and the ten gon' say me

[Chorus] - 1/2

[Kon Artis]
Bitch, what?  Uh-huh, yeah
Yo, shuttup, yeah
(?) walker, ass gripper and shit talker
Got a love for +dyno-mite+ like Jim Walker
Jim Beam, and have you missin like Jim Hoffa
Coughin I'll be splittin your throat for thinkin of talkin
Love beef, that's why half the click don't even walk in
No love for hoes but shit, I fucks 'em often
May as well give 'em the dick, shit on 'em
And when they ask why I ain't called 'em I just tell 'em I'm sick
Same shit I tell every chickenhead that I bone
They don't believe it, but they know I got a fetish for chrome
Pushin cats in wheelchairs down flights of stairs
Startin fights with chairs (somebody died!!) like we care
Invitin bitches to go hikin with me, up a mountain
Throw 'em off and tell their moms
she died from skinnydippin in the fountain
Mr. Porter stay live on wax
While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track

[Kuniva]
I'm the alcoholic bringin catastrophe to others
Make you C-Murder like Master P's little brother
Flatterin punks, shatterin junk, get your cavity lumped
with the force of a rim-shatterin dunk
Now you wanna be "Thuggish Ruggish" so I'ma let a slug hit
And call you Broken Bone, and if you got a crew
I'ma name 'em all after you
Fractured Bone, Neck Bone and Funny Bone
You can't flash when all your money's gone
I'll give you a thirty minute head start, fuck that
I'll even wait 'til it's dark and hunt you down - swing an axe
and watch how many dumb thoughts leak out when your head parts
Fuck yo' automobile to me it's just a red car
Runyan Ave. gon' run yo' ass clean out of existance
In an instant, I'll fire persistant, shots consistant
Terrorist terrorizin your block
See all these niggaz when I step in the club, I'm bringin them
And any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Malice Greene'n 'em, and gasoline'n 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 without gloves, deeper then glee clubs
While you stand in tha back and look mean like E-Luv
Can't no other crew stand us
Put my hands on you quicker than a nigga playin two hand touch
Yo Kuniva in the ruggedest, hop in the truck and hit
everybody on your block, jump out and cut a bitch
Another fuck I gotta put a stain on
In the middle of the street screamin bring the pain on

[Chorus]

Fucks fat ass {*cough*} nasty dirty niggaz, uhhh
FILTH, shit!  Fuckin filth!  Yeahh
LA LA LA, la la la la, la LA!

[Proof]
Aiyyo - my style bust holes in the earth, crush the crust
by the dirtiest, heathen specialize in stoppin breathin
My legion'll bleed man - what do you believe in?
(Heaven and Hell) Make your grill swell, it ain't hard to tell
I work spells, all wicked like Gargamel
Put (?) hand first, the red bursts another victim

[Bizarre] Nah man, let the morgue pick 'em

[Eminem]
Cancel the (?) sick, I'm fillin my glands full of acid
Two hands full of ass dancin with Angela Bassett
Make plans for the casket, your head lands in a basket
A dead man's in the plastic, I got red hands and a massive fix
(Yeahhh 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'll beat yo' fuckin ass and camcord it

[Bizarre]
Somebody hide me, too many hoes on my dick
Smoked all your "Hay," who wants to start the Crucial Conflict?
I'm the big daddy smokin blunts in Cali
Ill enough to do a driveby on a stay in school rally
Stop stop knockin cause ain't nobody there
Hoes with AIDS - I still fuck BARE!
Cause I, I just don't care
Ill enough to fuck up, all yo' dental care
When Bizarre kid comes through, you better yell mayday
While you was havin "Good Times," I +dyno-mite+ Kujo and J.J.

[Kon Artis]
HAHA, yeah yeah bitch!
I get helmet from stank crackheads
And read my kids horror stories when I lay 'em to bed
Ridin bikes butt-naked, gettin frisked by policemen
FUCK Christmas - this is take your gift season
Beatin kids up for no reason, take lunch boxes and all 
Gettin high off mushrooms and play, "A Friendly Game of Dodgeball"

BITCH! YEAH!  Aiyyo..

[repeat to fade]
You're battlin the Dirty Dozen, that don't pay
You god damn right punk, stay outta my way

Bitch
Yeah...

[1] - Shit can happen [8X]

[Kon Artis]
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 (?) 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

[Kuniva]
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

[HOOK: 1- in background]
[Kon Artis]
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 [repeat]

[Swifty McVay]
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 [CRASH]
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!

[Eminem]
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

[HOOK]

[1- continues in background]
[Eminem]
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
We are not bullshittin, this is not a motherfuckin joke...

[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

{*girl giggling*} Stop!
You want me to do what? What are those?
You want me to stick those in your what?

{*Bizarre laughing*}

[Chorus: Bizarre + Truth Hurts]
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!

[Swifty McVay]
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 (?) screamin, "That's my dick!"

[Kuniva]
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

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]
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 (?)
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)

[Bizarre]
All night I've been snortin {*sniffs*}
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 drip (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

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
I just wanna get freaky baby (*repeat 4X*)
Freaky baby, he he
I wanna get freaky with you
D-12.. in your area
And remember, if you lookin for Bizarre
Dial 1-900-BEAT-ME

D12
Devil's Night
Ain't nuttin but music

la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la

its shit like this I kick to these rich white kids
who just mite see how fucked up this sick life is
whoops I did it again, didn't I? my shit, its harder to figure out then what
Britney's tit size is
I probably pissed u off again, didn't I bitch?
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, I'm rich, I cant understand this
are those pictures I made of us together on the internet
as close as I'm 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 jewlery my records almost diamond biaaaaaaaaatch

[chorus]
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
it aint nuttin but music
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
it aint nuttin but music

Eminem doesnt like nsync, well i do
so fuck him and the backstreet boys too
whateva happened to the cast of different strokes?
garys broke, todd snort coke, and Dana overdose
i got 2 little boys with me
michael jackson sent 2 helicopters 2 get me
im up early with my hair curly
me and mr.furley fuckin lavern and shirly

alotta rappers r livin in la la land
thats y i lets my dogs out on the baha men
as bad as the life i had, im not mad
i dont need to b a jackass 2 beat up my dad
my whole familys country, my grandmothers oldfashioned
she keeps askin me y 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

for all the Independent women in the house
show us ur tits and shut ur mother fuckin mouths

?Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney housten the shit shes usin,
jesse jackson, reverand scandal, got george michaels, tevin campbell
pee-wee hermans, peep show places, public restrooms, beat those cases

[chorus]

ur mom and dad probably mad at us, we did turned their kids into little body
snatchers
they like where im from, we dont bite our tongue
r u sure u want niggas 21 to carry guns?
its sad but im glad that im made to rhyme
when u work, u aint gettin paid 4 that overtime
its only music, media know it, but they blind
i aint in ur life so stay the hell up outta mine
and ur the reason y princess diana ended up dying
u people get offended, i dont care
(stop cryin)
tryin to get us to leave
coz what we say just aint clean
but holdin me back from what i say just aint me

now whats these parents so mad 4?
(ur music is bad) for teenage kids who drink more than ted danson in cheers
carson drinks beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch
(smoke the ritz) I still do the same old shit, I don't jump infront of a camera
and change no shit
when they ask me about my sarcastic-ness
i just slap them, turn around and ask them this

[chorus]

[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 (?) 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]

{*scratched*: "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."}
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That's how people get fucked up
{*scratched*: "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."}
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] No pro 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] That's how bouncers get fucked up

{*scratched*: "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."}
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That's how people get fucked up
{*scratched*: "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."}
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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?
[D-12] 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
[D-12] 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
[D-12] That's how Clinton got caught up

Steal cars, wreck bars, get fucked up beyond
recognition walk in titsy clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs and fuck bitches (?)
[D-12] That's how Runyan have his 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
[D-12] That's how step-dads get fucked up

{*scratched*: "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."}
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That's how people get fucked up
{*scratched*: "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."}
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That's how people get fucked up
{*scratched*: "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."}
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That's how people get fucked up
{*scratched*: "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.."}
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That's how people get fucked up

[Eminem]
Ugh.. yo yo yo, yo

[Chorus: Eminem]
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I've been to mushroom mountain, once or twice but who's countin
But nothin compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

[Eminem]
Yo, yo
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 six people and five I hit (oops)
Aww shit, I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids (AHH!)
These 'shrooms make me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losin weight
'Til I see dumb shit start happenin
Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again
So bounce, bounce, come on bounce
{*GUNFIRE*} I said come on, bounce
Everybody in the house with a half an ounce (me!)
Not weed, I meant coke, dumb-ass sit down
We don't bullshit, better ask around
D-12 throws the bomb and smash the town
Bizarre, your mom is passin out
Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out
Come on!

[Kon Artis and Kuniva]
Fuck that, someone help Denaun
He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn
  Heh, hey Von you see me steppin on these leprechauns?
It gotta be acid cause the X is gone
  Ya I took them all dawg with some parmegan
  And I think my arm is gone
Naw it's probably numb
Young, dumb, and full of cum
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?
Yo stop actin stupid
You so high that you might wake up with a guy on some new shit (EWW!)
Yeah I think I did too much -- This substance equals cups
Red pills, blue pills, and green -- Big pills (that's ill), mescaline!

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Dirty Dozen, eighty 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-, somethin, some'un, some'un, some'un {*babbling*}

[Proof]
Pop pills, pills I pop
Pop two pills on stilts I walk
Snort two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought it was +Incredible+ and 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 dope to smoke
No okey-doke, I'm packin 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
Now I gotta strangle a.. (You're crazy!)

[Swifty McVay]
I pop fo' E's at one time
And I don't need water when I'm swallowin mine
(Yeah, you got any shrooms?) Does Bizarre smoke crack?
We can't get jobs cause our arms show tracks
Why the hell you niggaz think I rap?
We do it just to get your company hijacked
And if you like smack (uh-huh) then I might too
(Swift, chill) I just wanna get high like you! (ewww)
And I don't give a damn if they white or blue (uh-huh)
Speed, 'shrooms, down the valiums (uh-huh)
Even smoke weed outta vacuums
I just copped some and I'm goin back soon

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
I'm at rave lookin like a slave, high off chronic
Gin and tonic demonic, body smell like vomit
Pussy poppin, acid droppin, dope-headed guy
Heroin mescaline, pencilnecks, 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; let Bizarre nut!

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Dirty Dozen, eighty 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-, somethin, some'un, some'un, some'un {*babbling*}

{*harmonica plays until fade*}

[Chorus: Eminem]
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

[Kon Artis]
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 lust 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!

[Bizarre]
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

[Chorus]

[Proof]
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 {*click-clack*}
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

[Swifty McVay]
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!

[Kuniva]
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!

[Eminem]
Signin caps of the raves 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 many hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to when it's calm

[Chorus]

It's fight music!

(*cut 'n scratched*: "I'm an instigator" -> Swifty McVay)

[Chorus: Swifty McVay]
"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

[Kon Artis]
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

[Swifty McVay]
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..

[Chorus]

[Kuniva]
"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

[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

[Chorus]

[Swifty McVay]
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
I'm nuts so you hoes ain't got the GUTS to end the feud

[Chorus]

(*cut 'n scratched*: "I'm an instigator" to fade)

Whattup
I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth
This is straight G shit
And all you can do is respect it

[Swifty McVay]
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

[Chorus: Eminem w/ Dina Rae]
You just a .. (hoe)
You just my .. (hoe)
Dirty-ass .. (hoe)
I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch
{*repeat first part 3X*}

Go get my .. (dough)
Go bring me my .. (dough)
Dirty-ass .. (hoe)
I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch

[Proof]
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
{*swish-slap-swish*} (AH!) Bitch quit talkin back
{*swish-slap-swish*} (AH!) Now walk the track

[Kon Artis]
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

[Kuniva]
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

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
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

[Chorus]

[Eminem w/ Dina Rae]
You just a .. (hoe)
You just a .. (hoe)
That's all you is
You just a, dirty ass bitch
A dirty ass nasty ass stanky ass filthy ass stanky ass bitch
Hahahahaha... but I love you... Kim

[Outro]
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'll see you at eight, bitch

[Swifty McVay]
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

[Eminem]
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 broke
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

[Chorus: D-12]
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

[Bizarre]
{*ding dong*} 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!)

[Eminem] Bizarre sit yo' nasty ass down

[Bizarre]
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

[Swifty McVay]
Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?
Dude 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

[Chorus] w/ variations

[Kun] Yo Denaun you seem shook
[Kon] I really am dawg look
This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook
[Kun] Aww man you probably lead her on
[Kon] I just bought her a beer!
[Kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears
[Kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me cryin
[Kun] Nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it
[Kon] Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
the ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids
[Kun] 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
[Kon] Fuck you!
[Kun] Well stop blowin my buzz!

[Proof]
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?)

[Chorus] w/ variations

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
Spittin to me some mo'.. (hehehe)

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

[Eminem]
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?

[Swifty McVay]
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

[Chorus: Eminem]
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!

[Kon Artis]
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

[Kuniva]
Yo, I can concoct (?) 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 grams of green
This (?)'ll make your fuckin head shake like tamborines
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 {*scream*}
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
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

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
It's Devils Night!

[Chorus]
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 wait for the revelation

[Bizarre]
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

[Kon Artis]
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

[Eminem]
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 in 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

[Chorus]

[Swifty McVay]
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

[Kuniva]
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

[Proof]
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 rob the bitch 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
That's why I blew out my brains and murdered you all

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
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 chill
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 how dare you motherfuckers that 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

[Chorus]
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

[Eminem]
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 no (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

[Chorus]
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

[Eminem]
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
Haha..

{*"Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo" repeated in background throughout
  the whole song*}

[Swifty McVay]
Yo.. uhh, where your mom at?  Uhh, uhh

Watch these motherfuckers macks like Guilian, a hooligan
Niggaz see my face and be like "OH MY GOD, IT'S YOU AGAIN?!"
It don't matter what crew you in
I let loose and sent slugs, all in your face like hallucigens
(ahh!) You had no clue to what the fuck we do to men (uhh)
Smash 'em heads with aluminum (yeah), bats if I ain't shootin 'em
(take that!) I collect the loot you spend, to whom it may (bitch)
concern, you learn not to fuck wit Swifty McVay
You'll burn nigga, I get into ya
Like Drew Barrymore wit clamedia, I'm gettin rid of ya
Now all the witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers I'm serial
When I bomb first, it's gon' be worse than bicentennial
(haha) All ya appear when expected like cold soars
When in World Wars, puttin slugs through whore's doors
The chance is all yours, so motherfucker take it (uh-huh)
Treat ya life like it's sacred or get robbed butt-naked (uhh)

[Bizarre]
Guess who's back, it's Mister Fuck-All-Y'all (what!?)
Ya niggaz get my balls, quick to break all ya laws
(yeah) I'm smokin hashin green wit the (?)
Smack the mic out ya hand, quicker than Lawerence Taylor
(haha) I shoot up ya whole block for no apparent reason
Niggaz ain't comin back like Barry Shunder's next season
(ya down!) Bizarre from the Outsidaz, smoke like easy riders
(haha) Hindu niggaz off like a plate of appetizers
Your girl talk trash (shut up!) nigga I'ma buck her
(That bitch got AIDS) What that gotta do wit me fuckin her?
Disrespect my squad, watch me start swarmin (uh-huh)
You hear so much stuff you just think Kurt Franklin was performin
Bizarre half dead, full of dough and bread (what?)
Make opponents fit with your local crackhead (uhh)
I'm doing a promo, live at the (?) (yeah)
with some homos drippin wit the electrifyin mojo

[Chorus]
Cause the only motherfuckers that'll die tonight
Smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high
Motherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fight
Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!
Cause the only motherfuckers that'll die tonight
Smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high
Motherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fight
Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!

[Kuniva]
Aiyyo, talkin shit will only get you fags high (uh-huh)
You gon' get your dad shot, take his portable labtop (gimmie that)
(hey!) You probably heard that you now we stealin halfs
and food stamps, dining room sets and gold lamps (uh-huh)
I'm drunk as hell cussin out old tramps (shut up!)
Like the boy scouts did up camp and hit more licks than stamps
I'm quick to crash, let the shottie blast
Grab the dolly and drag the bodies of niggaz that lolly gagged
Finish; you might as well climb in this body bag
so the E.M.S. won't waste time puttin your ass in it
(hey) I'm out cold like bums and frost bite in blizzards
Dirty Dozen be payin rappers, run freely, visit {*PUNCH*}
A big portion passed a normal artist with a deal (uh-huh)
I'm heartless, comin outta battles scarless wit the skill
For real, I feel I was born to lyrically kill at will
Wit the power to sell wheel I'm killed (I'm serious!)
Damn my man is ill, so don't you get caught
Kuniva, obliterate rappers with just a meare cough
I'm fierce, hungry on the prawl so you're aloud to run
before I drop the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun
{*PUNCH*} Shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakers
DJs and bouncers be catchin bullets through they beepers

[Verse Four]
Yo, yo, uh-huh
I embrace violence (uh-huh), loud mouth to hate silence
(yeah) A grace tirent to encourage kids to go rob (?)
(smoke weed) A bus driver that's near-sighted
I could see ass but not people
I'm supposed pick up from stops cause I ride passed it
(hey stop!) Who the hell you know jump in a lake of piranas
Go to church just to slain ganja and driven off drama
Fuck ya mama, I'd kill her for stackin shit that high
Your nose got shot cause I missed your eye
A wise guy who get high off his own supply
Zombie fire ya own family and make you verify
The corpses, had his horsemen and'll leave your stage torchin
Screamin "Beat" as soon as I show, ya niggaz fault then
(let's leave!) Beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout this
That's why people ignore you, like you ain't even talkin
You chit-chatted and got splatted by disease
Be attict and spits spontaneous like Greg Maddux
I cut 'em off crooked in ganja green
Ya mans is high, get ignorant, or beats, by loosin his spleen
Your troop'll be seen as soon my team get on
We ruinin citys like "Godzilla" through Hong Kong
You ding-dong dummys ain't dumb enough to try and dodge bullets
As soon as I pull it, I douse 'til you're full of it
I love beef, I'm mackin lit wit the heat
My technique is well spoken even when I don't speak
I sent a nigga twistin wit heat
so many times that when he knownful he facin the back of his feet

[Verse Five]
I'ma fall to those sworn, I split your capricorn
and forewarn your first born and forms a snow storm
I flip caps, like Kittins on gym mats and get under your skin fast
Battle me, I'm Slim (?), I crack brains like egg shells
and scramble your brain cells and shatter your veins well
The fatter the pains well (hahaha)
Who wanna jump, plainly rob with this pistol? (what?)
Step back, drew heat without heal like I was Sisqo
(ahh!) Sicko, individual, from the get go (uh-huh)
Stab you wit the pencil just to watch the blood trickle
Tickle you to death then I rhyme like Don Ripples (hahahaha)
Crack you in the back with an ax, I hide sickles (AHHH!)
I got three dimes in my hands and three nickels (uh-huh)
Leavin a bad taste ya mouth like sweet pickels (haha!)
I'll ask to borrow ya car then drive through a police station
Jump out then start shootin like a bunch of crazed Haitians
Plus I'm too skinny cause my attitude is shitty
Plus my record label shifty, it's enough to make me pretty
(what?) I'll make you mother hate me, you could place ya car bets
(what?) Call me a vigilante like my man Benard (?)

[Chorus]

[Verse Six]
The only things missin is for me to shatter these bastards
Cause I breathe toxic fumes and spit battery acid
and had to be a drastic
situation for you to step through the ghetto snort size gun powder
and pounce fortys and jet fumes, NECESS FUEL!
We make the shit shake, to break the break
to tearin rappers out the brain, like ex-bitches picture
(ha) So look when I'm tore up off liquor
I'll steal ya mics and beat your DJ down with his own muh'fuckin mix uhh
(bitch, stay down!) The name is Don I spit on rappers and they wifeys
Bang yo' bitch when you ain't home and walk out wit yo' Nikes
(your lyin) Yeah I might be (what?)
Just ask her where she got them bruises on her ass
cause all 'em knucks stay on the night (shut up bitch)
The mighty whitey, I drive you rappers fuckin crazy
You wonderin "How the hell my lady had this white baby!"
(what?!) In the richest city, the crew and 'em suit me name
Leavin you (?) like J.F.K. and juniors playin

[Verse Seven]
I'm nasty, I hack a loogy in your face {*HACH*}
Then dig in my ass crack before I fix your dinner plate
(eat this) For evil sakes, I kill man for penny weight
What plenty hate, I took out my many dates (bitch)
I'm the addition that make you fled pissin
If you stay there they'll find your body with your head missin
(AHH!) You're dread dissin, so it wouldn't be wise too
You know you biggers fuck but they make coughers in your size too
Trespass, and you will get your chest mad
The Lord's prayer, it would keep you outta (?) well
(Our father, AMEN!) I love drama, I make fems like Madonna
(Like a Virgin!) I'm fuckin ya moms, granny, and great grandmama

[Chorus]

Yo, hahaha, what?  Hahaha, yo yo yo, Da Ruckus in the house
I thought ya KNEEEW!  Hahaha, haha, Bizarre - ill or not
Detriot City Y'AALL!  Yeah, Swifty McVay, don't stop boy
The game, hahahaha-ha, D-12, where your mama at?
Da Ruckus, PEEIN, I'M PEEIN ON YOU, I'M PEEIN ON YOU!
What the f.. I'M PEEIN ON YOU!  Yo we out, hurry up

[Chorus 2X]

Cause the only motherfuckers gonna die tonight {*music fades*}

Eminem:

Chorus:

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 its true
i'll shit on you
bitch woman you through
i'll shit on you
i will shit on you

Swift:

Verse 1

i remain fatter they let me 
tapin bombs on the back of record companies
blowin buses up if they aint want me
the national guard
they scared to hunt me
i love bitch
i got you hoes duckin me
drug thief
bitch i take your marijuana
these slugs they keep your ass away from my karma
i drown niggas 
in hundred degree sallas
you can act the fool if you wanna
byyyyyyyaaatch
lyrical pyrahna
strapped with a granade in a pool with your momma
attck her by her legs than i pull her to the bottom
twist nothin up like a condem
snap it if you fuckers got a problem
when i see em 
you hoes up in the fuckin moselium
or hittin in the truck of a black and gold beam
pull you in a garage while you screamin
put my moter on then im leavin
shit on you

Eminem:

Chorus:

i'll shit on you
i will shit on you
i dont care who you are
i dont give a fuck about you or your car
fuck your house 
fuck your jewlery
and fuck your watch
i'll shit on you
fuck your wife 
fuck your kids
fuck your family yaht
shhhhhh

Bizarre:

Verse 2:

im an alcoholic
with the fuckin tolic 
pass the hot dog

Eminem:

bizarre arn't you his izlamic?

Bizarre:

bitch shut your fuckin mouth
ima keep eatin same as my mom
when she came to my house
with a chainsaw to cut me out
mad at your wife for havinsex cause i let her
too busy fuckin
your baby sitter
and all woman aint shit
only good for cookin and cleanin and suckin dick
and thats it
responsible for killing john candy
got jon-benay ramsey in the trunk of my 98 camry
i dont give a fuck who you are
i'll shit on anybody
truly yours
the idiotic bizarre

Eminem:

Verse 3

my adolecint years wern't shit compared to what i do now
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 it
ignoring this shit
how boring it gets
when its slow in the kick
im known to quit blowin a fit
nope
i know im a bit flakey
but they aint make me
said and raped me
vacate
your legs i brake and make achey
this tape i hate makes me so angry
i'll shit on you
i'll spit on you
start pissing
and do the oppisite on you
you wanna distance
i said i'll cop the shot on you
start spillig my guts like chicken cordon blue
like notorious big 
did to that bitch on the skit his last album
pull my pants down and

Chorus:

i'll shit on you
i will shit on you
i dont care who you are
i'll shit on you
i dont give a fuck about you or your car
i'll shit on you
fuck your house
fuck your jewlery
and fuck your car
i'll shit on you
fuck your wife
fuck your kids 
fuck your family
i'll shit on you

Kon Artis:

is richard pryor still alive?
if not im sicker than he was
pryor to him dying
born brainless
this still aint stainless
your blood stains are all over this steal god dammit
bitch dammit
these niggas couldnt hang you up 
by your ankles damn you
i dont need your help
if  you dont give me the pussy 
im using my belt
a bunch of gangy knots
your moms kinda got
your sisters
to shit a stool
your aint will supply a box
bust fifty cross your neck
bloss your teck 
i'll beat you with that
across your chest

Kuniva:

Verse 4

its only right that i jack the car keys and run
spend all of my advancement on weed and guns
for fun
when im drunk 
i run a truck
through a weed house
jump out and beat your peeps down
worse than steve house
put you in choke holds i learned
from the police 
when i was caught stealin weed from his jeep
i see hoes bitin
yall dont wanna ball
thats like debo fightin
pebo brightin

Eminem:

i'll shit on you

Kuniva:

thats what the fuck im screamin yellin about
i'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin skeleton out
niggas get hit with a teo peice
bling bling
with a poison sting
im such a violent thing

Eminem:

i'll shit on you
i will shit on you
i dont care who you are
i'll shit on you
i dont give a fuck about you or your car
i'll shit on you
fuck your house
fuck your jewlery
and fuck your bitch
i'll shit on you
fuck your wife
fuck your kids 
fuck your family
iiiiii
i'll shit on you


Verse 5:

once i get on two
hits of ex
my disk 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
overreaction is my only reaction
which only sets off a chain reaction
and puts five more zaniacs
and maniacs in action
a rat pack in black jackets
who pack zit
nine milimiters 
five criminals
pullin heaters and spillin blood
like swimmin pools
sheisty individuals shoot at fools
bitches too
alot of people say misoginistic
which is true
i dont deny it
matter of fact
i stand by it
so please stand by
bizarre starin a damn riot
if you dont wanna get stampeded
than stand quiet
boy girl dog man woman child

Chorus:

i'll shit on you
da da da da

Eminem:

Chorus:

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, back
you better...

Proof:

Verse 1:

doin a box of doctrine 
on stompin oxygen
stick you wit a fork to your optic lens
hittin with a sudden force
leave your boy layin in the same puddle of blood as yours
when i flood his porch
smuggle a gun in court
and shoot the judge
easily reduce a thug to a future scrub
a double duece wit slugs
im proof on drugs
we'll turn you to a rapper 
that we used to love
how you on medicine cabinits pills
grabbin the steel 
leepin over buildings that havent been built
im not the best yet
cuz i havent been killed
im laughin at your faggot ass 
rappin for deals
you better

Eminem:

Chorus:

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...

Verse 2

I'm disappointed in my dentist appointment
he only gave me the fuckin gas for thirty minutes this morning
went to the hospital to get a chest x-ray
checked out the next day with a sex change
I'm havin a bad day
my fuckin dads gay
i hate fags 
and im fuckin mad cause i dont have aids
all i want to do is die
i tried suicide six times 
and couldnt 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
im kickin this whole fuckin wall over
two more shots and its all over
im all over this wall, tryin not to fall over

Bizarre:

Verse 3

bloaw bloaw
shots in broad day
Bizarre thats your mom
that bitch shoudnt have been in the way
me shady and mike fuckin a hermaphordite
my little sister was a virgin till late last nighr
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 the country
tell o.j. he better be comin with my money
bizarre goes commercial
nigga you can forget it
bitch suck my dick
that is the radio edit
im quick to smack the shit out of a foe
i aint had pussy in a while
im too busy fuckin assholes
battle me?
you better go eat your vegetables
im iller than a muslim 
eatin a pork hotdog in an african festival
this shit is serious
watch me sniff cane
avoid the pain and fuck a bitch barely potty trained

Eminem:

Chorus:

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 the fuck back

(Gibberish) translation:
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

(Eminem)
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-20's
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 lightnin'
Frightened with five little white Vicaden pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost
Stingin' the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife by 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"

(Swifty McBay)
I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator
They bring creative murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known to the equator
They knew I did it, for havin' blood on my gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled gauge'er
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit on purpose
You'll never hear me say "forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny, it's gotta be that way
Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced it
You had it, I'll make the President get a face-lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me their bracelets
Chillin' in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on the mic
Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gonna fight

Chorus:
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

(Bizarre)
I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire
Slash your tires, find out, thinkin' they're mine
Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a band of barbed wires
"Hey, is Bizarre performing?"
Bitch, didn't you read the flyer? 
Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
"Aren't you a male dancer?"
Naw bitch, I'm retired, for fuckin' a 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
(reverse revolving of record)
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 are hoes, even my stinkin' ass moms

(Caniver)
Ayo flashback, two seats, too deep up in that asscrack
Weed laced with somethin', nigga pass that
And after then we go to hang out with hashrats
At a Stop The Violence rally
I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing 
Get your ass capped, the Caniver divider
Yo cash that, run your motherfuckin' pockets
ASAP, I don't need a platinum chain
Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's, born loser
Half-thief and half-black
Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at
Bitch smack 'em, bitch rappers get ejac-jacked
Found chopped-up in a trash bag

(Dirty Harry)
Stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell
'Cause their crew is full of fags that're sweeter than bake sales
Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Cruisin' and causin' more trouble than nine hoodlums
I rattle your Adam's Apple until it crackles
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, 'cause I'm a looney
I got an adept mind, and it's polluted
I cock it back then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers
Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers
Brigades barricade to bring the noise
Watch the bullets wrap your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Ihava yo-yo"
I'll leave your face leakin' 
Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon

(The Con Artist)
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight until I got caught sellin' em shaped
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
While the superintendent thought up, my brain's out of order
I've been a con artist since I was swimmin' in water
And cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Tom (?)
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 an advancement and run
Ride by 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' niggas run up they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

Chorus

Suck my motherfuckin' dick...
D-12... Dirty motherfuckin' Dozen...
Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fuckin' husbands...
Bizarre kid... Swifty McBay... The Con Artist... The Caniver... Dirty Harry...
Haha, and Slim Shady...