Just Like U

Daddy?


[Chorus - Boy]
I wanna be just like.
When I grow up. Yes I do. 4x


[Verse one - Bizarre]
You don't wanna be just like your daddy,
pimpin' hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin' round town, fuckin' with skeezas.
Shot's in your ass, catchin' diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth,
for fuckin' bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12,
all we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin' nasty shit, Bizarre won't stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, rapin' an old lady,
knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby.
All I can teach you, learn how to mac,
smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact smack it so that she's a slut.
Don't you realize, Bizarre don't give a fuck. (Hahaha)


[Chorus]


[Verse two - Bizarre]
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your Auntie Denise.
If Auntie Denise is short 40 cent,
Make her get on the ground and (suck) some more (dick).
Nas is gon' probably hate me.
When Mos Def hear this, he probably gon' suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon' do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore,
leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin', leave her sumptin.
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin' dirty muffin.
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you somethin'.
You're (eight) years old? It's time to start fuckin'.
You know daddy wont give you no wrong advice,
smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)


[Chorus]


[Outro - Bizarre]
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.
Hi-Tek.
 

I'll Be Damned

[Proof - Intro]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin' live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe(?),
and the fabulous Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all.
All my Detroit playas, let's go!


[Kon Artis - Chorus]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' let a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.


[Kon Artis]
You gave right. Yes I love monage-é-tois
and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah".
I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover.
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already.
We can't go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit.
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman(?).
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape.


[Chorus]


[Swift]
I'ma make this one thing clear,
ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream,
that's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems.
All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other.
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber.
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never will a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.


[Chorus]


[Bizarre]
What's your name again? It doesn't matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads.


[Kuniva]
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you.
All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit.
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits.
Then she starts callin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off.
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off.
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get locked up for assault and now you asked out.


[Chorus]
 

My Band

[Eminem - Intro]
I don't know dude. I think everybody is all jealous and shit
cause I'm like the lead singer of the band dude.
And I think, everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me dude,
and they need to take it up with me after the show.


[Eminem - Chorus]
Because. . .
These chicks don't even know the name of my band,
But they're all on me like they want to hold hands,
'Cause once I blow they'll know that I'll be the man,
all because I'm the lead singer of my band.


[Eminem]
So I get offstage right? I drop the mic,
Walk up to these hot chicks then I'm all like,
"Sup, ladies, my name's Slim Shady,
I'm the lead singer in D12 baby." They're all like
"Oh my god it's him, Becky oh my fucking god it's Eminem."
"I swear to fucking God dude, you fucking rock,
Please won't you please let me suck your cock"
Now right now, the rest of the fellas get jealous,
Specially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas,
All the chicks start yelling, all the hot babes
throw their bras and their shirts and their panties onstage,
So like every single night them people fight with me,
But when we fight it's kind a like sibbling rivalry,
Cause their back on stage the next night with me,.
Dude, I just think you're trying to steal the light from me.
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me,
Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-be.
This rock star shit's the life for me,
and all the other guys just despise me because. . .


[Chorus]


[Eminem - Bridge]
My band! (8x)
My Bbbbbbbaaaaaaannnnnnnddddddd!!!!!!!!!
Baby yeah!


[Swifty]
You just want to see a nigga backwards don't you?
Ain't that? How come we don't rap off pro school?
Smash these vocals and do a performance,
but we in a van, and he on a tour bus.
You don't want my autograph, you'se a liar,
and naw, I'm Swift, "Oh, I thought you were Kuniva."
And what the hell is wrong with our dressing room?
Cause our shit is looking smaller than a decimal.
See, I know how to rap, it's simple but,
all I did was read a Russell Simmons book.
So I'm more intact, trying to get on the map,
doing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back


[Kuniva & Kon Artis]
Look at Em little punk ass, thinking he the shit
Yeah I know man, by himself takin' all the flicks.
Hey, I thought we had and interview with DJ Clue
(Eminem) No I had an interview, not you two.
You gon' be late for soundcheck
Man, I ain't going to soundcheck
Man, our mics is screwed up,
And his always sound best
You know what man? I'm a say something
Ay'yo Em!
(Eminem)You got something to say!!!
Man, nothing.
I though you was about tell him off man, wassup?
Man, I'm a tell him what I feel like it man, shut up
You ain't even back me up, and we supposed to be crew
Man I was about to talk right after you, I swear
Man whatever!
I swear man


[Chorus]


[Proof]
They say the lead singer's rock, but the group is not
With some sold out arena's to amusement parks.
I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts. (Hey, yo it's. . .)
Ready to snap on the dumbass fan,
Everytime I hear "Hey dude! I love your band!"
We ain't a band bitch, we don't play instruments.
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent?
And these guys acting funny every area code.
"Proof carry my bag!" Bitch carry your own.
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way.
"Who the fuck are you, where's Obie and Dre?"


[Bizzare]
God damn it, I'm sick of this group,
Time for me to go solo and make some loot.
I told you I made the beats, and wrote all the raps,
Till Kon Artis, slipped me some crack.
"Lose Yourself" video? I was in the back.
"Superman" video? I was in the back.
For the media, I got some suggestions,
Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions.
Like "Who's D12?", "How we get started?"
But what about Eminem?
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway, I'm the poverished guy in the group.
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute.
50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff,
Did 2 and a half, then couldn't get up.
Fuck D12, I'm out of this band,
I'm gonna start a group with the Real Roxanne.


(Music Changes):
[Eminem]
Girl why can't you see your the only one for me and it just
tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my baaannnnd!
[Bizzare] (Man, fuck this)


[Eminem + Bizzare - Chorus + Bridge]


[Eminem]
I'm the leader of my band.
I get all the girls to take off their underpants.
I'm the lead singer of my band.
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance.
My salsa. Look out for my next single, it's called my salsa.
My salsa, seltzer, salsa, salsa.
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
and take off their underpants.
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
and take off their underpants. My salsa.


Where'd everybody go?
 

U R The One

[Kon Artis - Chorus]
Now out of all the women in the place,
you got me starin' at your pretty face.
And with that body I could truly say that
u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh.
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips,
shakin' your ass off in my dick.
I get aroused by them sexy lips cause
u r the one, u r the one, we r the one that can do(?)


[Swift]
And you wonder why I call you everyday of the week,
and have that operator breakin' on your line when you speak.
And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink.
You nominated just for your behind and I'm ?,
you a thug with your best of friend, mud-wrestlin'.
Sittin' in the corner with a mug and a cup of gin.
See me lookin' for you when you win in a pen,
see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for flirtin'?
You wanted me so suddenly, my company's a burden,
but I won't jump a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'.
I'm just playin' wit you and it's workin'.
Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like they nurses.


[Bizarre]
First time I saw you, up in them guests,
you the only reason I use Federal Express.
Shit, I don't be havin' no packages. Naw,
I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big matresses.
I go crazy when I smell your odor.
I just want to pick you up, and take you to Pan-De-Rosa.
Steak and potatoes, whatever you want.
I'll write just the buffet, my publics check then come.
You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre.
All you know that I'm weird and I wear a wonder-bra.
That's fine, I just wanna make you mine.
Niggas say you a 3, I think you a dime.


[Chorus]


[Proof]
I love the way yo' body grindin', all in my face.
Only thing on your mind is which wallet to ?.
Your ass looks so perfect with your thong on your waist,
built like a stallion, you belong in a race.
Get money by the barrel, King Kong in the place.
Movie and a dinner, that's as long as I wait.
Hey, I ain't on your ear off, talkin' dates.
Got you dizzy of the crissy, you ain't walkin' straight.
Got a roomy(?), bring your booty, and lets cultivate.
You so pretty, love them titties, they soft and fake.
Bring your friends, "Damn your skids smell like coffeecake."
Yo meet me at the place when you get off at eight.


[Kuniva]
The way you move have got me buggin' out.
And you quick to take off your jacket and slug it out,
we thug it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other ?. In fact,
we both hate goin' out, we both hate small gats.
You the truth I'm for real yo I love you to death.
And if we break up, I'ma stalk you and bug you to death.
Until you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes.
We went from hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes.
Tis all love, take it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you.
I don't get down like that, you know I'd never hit you.
But yet and still if I ever feel I'm about to,
(*Gets angrier*)
I'll gently grab the shoulders and shake the shit out ya girl!!!


[Chorus]


[Kon Artis]
I take a light skinned, dark skinned, short and black,
add in to a sassy and they ass is fat.
Corporate suburb when you could be a classy rat.
Louis Votton cost to much to have a bag to match.
Girl forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap,
and you could be my A&R as long as you got my back.
Seditary, there's entrepreneurs, and that's a fact.
And your birthday's seven days after mine, correct?
Well that's two things that we got in common, baby.
Hopin' there ain't a problem that I'm involved in Shady.
Cause come next year, I will not be datin',
cause my plan's to be with your stankin' ass OK?


[Chorus]
 

6 In The Morning

[Intro: Eminem]
Good morning.
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up.
Y'all with us or what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is.
Stop sleepin' on my group bitch!


[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
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 passion
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?


[Eminem - Chorus]
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 an join in
Everybody come on an


[Swifty]
Its in the media, epitomy 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 holocaust 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 greetings
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]


[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 metaphors 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.


[Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off at 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 Runyon
So get your gun and if you comin.


[Chorus]

 

How Come

[Eminem - Chorus]
How come we dont even talk no more,
and you dont even call no more.
We dont barely keep in touch at all,
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more.
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now.
After all the years we been down,
aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true.
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you


[Eminem]
So young, so full of life in vibrant,
side by side wherever you was ridin' I went.
So close, almost on some Bonnie & Clyde shit.
When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on,
tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did.
Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5'd it.
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us,
then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it,
as much as your pride tries to hide it.
Your cold, your touch it's just like ice
in your eyes is the look of resenment
I can sense it, and I dont like it.


[Chorus]


[Kon Artis]
It was my dream at first to be on spittin' a verse
on my own album with a deal but shit got worse.
So I came out, I woulda killed a nigga first
before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worst.
Some bitch that I wasn't with, I would hit her then quit.
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit.
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
comin' out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
like y'all was husband and wife or somethin'.
But me catchin' you fuckin' other niggers musta hurt your pride or somethin'
cause you won't fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me,
when all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty.
And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced,
you actin' like I ain't your man and lyin' like she can't be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just tryin' to tell you the truth,
but dont hate the game or the player
cause the one that's changing is you.


[Chorus]


[Proof]
You're only at the top cause my homie had to stop,
now we actin' like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood, only she be on the tube,
only gossip on the porch, get to speakin' on who.
Fools I used to rap with all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin' and *poof* it just happen.
But Proof is just actin out the party was stoned,
Shady made it so my babys ain't starvin' at home.
See the devil in you grin, since the ghetto we been friends,
whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end.
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
and wastin' my times with these snakes in disguise.
(How come) when you talk it's with bitter and spite,
and (How come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
and everytime I go to hear you and play you look away.
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.


[Chorus]



Leave Dat Boy Alone

[Eminem - Chorus]
Y'all better leave dat boy alone,
cause if they don't,
y'all know he gon' come back on 'em.
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt durr get that boy goin'.


I said leave dat boy alone
cause y'all dont know him.
That there boy he out cold,
and that there boy he been known
to stirr some shit up when he in that zone.


[Eminem - Bridge]


Better leave that boy alone,
better leave that boy alone,
better leave that boy alone,
cause you don't want to get that boy goin'. 2x


[Swift]
It's my attitude that's makin' me bust shit,
I ain't to be fucked with,
so basically niggas wastin' they time tryin' to touch Swift.
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks,
returnin' bows 'fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped.
I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
with a mag. And I'll be glad to send another one after you
without no hesitation. I run up in your house and wake your spouse up
and give her gun to mouth resuscitation.
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad.
Got 'em mad cause they shittin' through their stomach in a bag.
We comin' too strong so it's irrelevant to blast you,
we master ready, slash like relatives of Manson.
When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancin',
comin' here is the worst mistake that could ever happen.
When I'm in my vehicle, I'm pullin you in,
I gaurantee that the world will never see you again.


[Chorus]


[Kon Artis]
Honest to God I usually try to keep to my self
but it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
let me explain somethin to ya
a real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
he's tryin to get out, feel me?
and he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
and wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb hoe punk
at least a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
that niggas dyin over pride just to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, I dont play beef
you borrow guns, I own shit that explode when it hit
you think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't really get sleep
cause you laid a nigga down without any meat
well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein
I'm a mayne I do my biddin and I do it again
if you take it to that level, I take it to whoever
want to harm me and my family, Runyon Ave. forever.


[Chorus]


[Kuniva]
Now people know I live triflin I express it through writin
if you can't feel it, then I must express it through fightin
and I jus bought me a gauge and added on a new knife
and I strike people so fast people think I threw lightning
clash with a few titans, blasted a few hype men
been harassed by two dykes who wanted ? plankton
plus you know I'm too violent, to be out with you wilin'
cause as soon as you drivin I'm a spit a few 5 ones
and I love to Kunive son, and you left a live one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
you lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
you niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
you soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut
no time for the wild ones, I'm writin these five words
"Fuck you dick ridin' niggas." count it, it's five words.


[Chorus]


[Bridge]


[Outro]
Swifty McVay (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
yep, better step before you get beat to death
y'sall dont want to be dem there boys
dem there boys be makin noise
dem there boys got all kind of toys
you better step before you get destroyed.
D12
dem there boys be hot to death.
Yup, yup. . .yup.
Red Spyda

 

Get My Gun

[Eminem]
I'm gonna get my gun!


(Interlude)
Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Kon Artist: Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
Eminem: I got something for his ass.
Kon Artist: Calm Down
Eminem: No YOU Calm Down!
Kon Artist: Man. . what's you're problem?
Eminem: Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
Kon Artist: Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
Eminem: You heard him he was poppin' them shit
Kon Artist: What shit?
Eminem: That shit! You heard him!
Kon Artist: He asked for your autograph!


[Swift]
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting through bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or better
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the niggas that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a narc's car
All I have is thoughts of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you I'ma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. . .


[Eminem - Chorus]
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice gun, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!


[Kuniva]
I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that nigga's bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)


[Proof]
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs I'ma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips dove threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'ma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going nowhere like the drugs outta Kim.
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
Aint no problem ? by a homie


(Chorus fades to background music)
[Eminem]
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I done told this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)


I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is fin'
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame I'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .


[Kon Artist]
Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you see me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then we should address it like some grown man shouldn't we?
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously.
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
But get seperated with the squeaza
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!


(Chours)


[Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked.



Bitch

Now we got something for the bitchess!!!


[Eminem - Intro]
Bitches always be all... gigglin and shit. (come on BITCH)
but they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them, goes like this. . .


[Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? here it goes
A little somethin you probably won't hear on your radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fuckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat
I could be sayin anything Get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore


[Eminem + Kon Artis - Chorus]
Yeah i'm talkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah I called you a bitch)BITCH
what you going to do about it BITCH?
sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH.


get up and dance BITCH (wiggle that ass bitch)
you little trash BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a trash bitch)
not trailer trash SWITCH
take the person you with and exchange partners


[Kuniva]
tell me that it aint no hangin, and fuck callin home
until you look at me before you answer the phone
when i flee, your ass can get naked and be as free
as you wanna be freak
but i'm takin the key with me.
you aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask
disrespect my wishes, i'll beat your ass
watch me comin home floor eatin half of your doggy bag
and I leave laughin, while you callin me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
and before she cut them on, Kuniva already SWITCHED
your ass aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin
when I'm done, I throw you out and ask you where you goin'.


[Bizarre]
Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said fuck the Hoe's, started eatin cheese cake
scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
give me stitches. a fuckin half Indian chick, suck my dick
this time tommorow, I wont remember shit
got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
and they aint now and laters bitch.


[Chorus]


[Kuniva + Kon Artis]
[Hey baby whats up with you?]
Aiiyo your man here with you?
nah, you single, I can tell [you came with them hoes didnt you?]
no he mean friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor
[aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches ain't got bitches]
now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
[she all whinin' and shit, get this bitch a kleenex]
(what did he say?)
Nothin, he said you seem stressed
[naw, you gots a big butt]
and you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
[you wasn't gonna say shit]
(excuse me?)
he said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift
[dumb hoe]
(oh,. . .nigga!)
no, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
[bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change,
maybe holla for a dolla, just hop in the range]
Background: shut up nigga, shut the fuck up!
(fuck both yall niggas)
see I was tryin to be polite, stank ass trick [oh somebody jackin' off tonight].


[Proof]
Are you a bitch so dont choke
I say the same to my mama.
I got Christina, Britney with me,
shit, we bangin Madonna.
watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar
blow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
quick out is the motto and jus swallow breathe,
swallow breathe, now swallow these E's
I know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
you wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go weak
plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch dont be shy, show me them big tits
your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
for instance, busting nuts is only my interest
so princess, don't get your feelings hurt cuz men just
party and bullshit 'til she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm takin the train to Spain, don't bother callin' bitch.


[Chorus]


[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
did i stu-stu-studder, stupid? you aint listein to the words of this song anyways.
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH).
dancin, tryin to get a nigga money in the club
with your stupid manuper self.
I was talkin bout you Do-do
you, you dumb bitch. YOU!
The one that want a drink but dont want to pay for it
spend all the money you make all week on that dress
and I spill a drink on it, actin like I'm drunk when I'm not.
I'M JUST TRYIN TO FUCK
I'M JUS TRYIN TO FUCK BITCH!


(D-Twizzy, YEah. Bitch, bitch, bitch.)



D12 World

[Intro - Chorus]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world.
(Distorted) The world wants me to cope.
I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't.


[Bizarre]
Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick,
when D12 rock his summer it's over with.
All these bitches and all these hoes,
what the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!).
Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range.
I like my bitches raspy and nasty,
I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley


[Swift]
I slide you dope without no procrastination,
and you can watch me fuck up your imagination.
I'm always drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes,
I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pteorodactyls.
This is our world. . .


[Kuniva]
We'd love to smack you,
Hot lead flying with debris and shrapnel.
Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo.
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too.


[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!
Got you limpin'.
Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit.
Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street.


[Proof]
Crazy derange. Of course we Shady's gang,
of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains.
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks.
Chew on shro, rainbows, and p acids.


[Chorus]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world.
Welcome to D12 World!
(Kon Artis Singing)
Welcome to D12 World!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!


[Kuniva]
Aiyyo
Niggas be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs? now.
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now.
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it.
Now I over they wig, if they don't uppen my budget.


[Bizarre]
Them D12 niggas, they be quick to blast.
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass.
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest,
cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist.


[Swift]
They catch me mingling by a bitch with class,
when she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass.
What part of this you can't understand?
I'll emiliate a man, worse then making a band.
(Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man),
(Kon Artis - He'll invite you over.)
Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola.


[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute,
and I'm starting to see my little brother _________
look more like a star then me.
That's why I just started workin' out.
Man, this shit ain't workin' out.


[Chorus]
(Kon Artis conitinues singing till song fades)



40 Oz.

What! What!(all throughout the intro)
Intro: [Kuniva}
Yeah nigga! D12 up in this motherfucker, you know how it gets.
We wilin' in the club. Everybody get crunk. Detroit too nigga. So wile the fuck out!


Chorus:
Pour your 40 out (8x) Bitch!!!


[Bizarre]
We fucked up,
let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug,
I'm so drunk i could hurl for a month.
Any nigga poppin 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
Wile the fuck out, stab you with a knife.
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight


[Chorus]


[Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in their throat
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just clapped 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.
Chuggin 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 motherfucker, 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, bitches crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off free g-ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40 out.
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat niggas bloody.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.


[Chorus]


[Proof]
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof on this vodka, 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 Ave. 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]



Commercial Break

Yo, testing.
This thing back on again.
Alright, perfect, God damn good.
Yo, this is Rondell Beene,
I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene,
and I'm upset as a motherfucker.
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit.
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out.
Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video,
and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit.
And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother fucker,
and his name is. . .


[Young Zee]
Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs. Be cubin'.
Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben.
Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol.
First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle.
Bang. Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games>
Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang?
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50.
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney.
Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends.
Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin.
I spit better than them.
Niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam,
doin' drugs than Eminem moms.
Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times.
Bash your ride, crash when you drive,
flip your dumbass out the passenger side.
Uhh (Car crash)



American Psycho II

[B Real - Intro]
Yeah homie. I thought we told you,
we been fuckin' locos.
Cypress Hill, D12 bitch!


[B Real - Chorus]
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane,
but the fact remains, that I'm a psycho.
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name,
never say it in vain, cause I'm a psycho.


[Swift]
I'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man.
Split a nigga open. Killin' folks compulsive.
A soldier with a motive. Scrotum big as boulders.
I'll hold it then unload on you put it on poster,
so everyone can notice who was focused on his pokin'.
They nose in our business, hopin' that I don't come smoke 'em.
No one knows my notions or emotions.
I'm a vulture. You niggas close to croakin' any moment.
And I know when I could fuck the culture up.
Probably rap. A maniac, with anxiety attacks.
I don't want to chat.
Speak when your spoken to.
And I don't have to read a fuckin' magazine or quoteable
to notice what you hoes'll do.


[Kuniva]
We all soldiers,
we move as a unit, we all roll up.
Show up at your residence and light your front door up.
Get scared. Life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast you
just as fast as Dre can say "Hell yeah!".
So watch what you say, cause it can happen either today
or the next minute. I can draw the heater and spray,
and I'm dead serious. You could be dead, period.
End of story. I'm on your porch with a gun and your son
sippin' a forty. Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely.
I stomp you head when you awake, you'll be looking like Gumby.
Aftermath and Shady bitch, you can read it and weep.
You see my poster in the hood for the G of the week.


[Chorus]


[Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me.
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee.
And I don't know too much about my daddy,
except he spit in my face and fucked me in the fanny.
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites.
13 years old and joined a fuckin' gang, hair under my ass cheeks,
feeling the fuckin' pain. Am I insane?
Who really knows, cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow.
I get colder than December.
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember.
See Bizarre can show what violence is all about.
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out.
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth,
and blow your brains the fuck out.


[Eminem]
I probably got a screw loose or two,
or maybe three or four of 'em.
Some fell out and hit the floor.
All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank,
been a little neandertholic, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Baily.
But I just take it slow daily. My biggest delierence,
tryin' to figure whether to use the Flat Head or the Phillips.
Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up.
Gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up.
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute.
There's a new Tower Records,
I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up,
pick the new Cypress Hill up.
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit,
and go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
and shatter his fuckin' lips with it.


[Chorus]



Bugz 97

Fuck that!
Who run shit, once these drums hit
You dove head first into some old dumb shit.
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch
I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit
I admit, that my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went
Fuck that!



Good Die Young

[Intro]
Dawg, I shouldn't have left.
They wouldn't have tried this shit if I was wit' ya.
Maybe we would have picked another time,
or maybe chose anotha way.
Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him that choose another soul.
Shit, its just me and my man Tony now.
Man you look so peaceful right now...how can I argue with that.
They say...


[Kon Artis - Chorus]
They say that the good die young,
thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young).
Cause time won't wait for no one,
when God calls, you gotta go home.


They say the good die young, (die young),
that's why I know that we gon' have fun.
In this life cause you only get one.
When God calls for me, don't cry I just went home.


[Kon Artis]
It's true that everybody heard, there mama say everyday's like this,
when you see, one of your friends die in the mist.
In the struggle, until the circumstances
it's a risk that they take, just to prove a point to a friend.
Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man,
or woman that's dumb enough to pretend.
That her, God won't hold them accountable for sins
If they commit, and they try to repent themselves to repent.
But I guess (thats just the way things go),
I was blessed to see 24.
To wake up to that how "My Name Is" video,
motivated me to write what I wrote.
And I knew my little brother sold dope,
and mom and daddy want to move off Ro'.
I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show,
I just wish we aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle
Cause you know...


[Chorus]


[Bizarre]
I know you used to Bizarre on some silly shit,
but niggas in my clique is dying quick.
In Detroit, niggas don't party,
they pull a four-fo out, snatch off bacardis.
Thats why I keep the pistol under the trunk,
I'm 27 years old, too old to be gettin' jumped.
And fuck rap, I miss Carnell Pitts,
B-U-G-Z, tattered on my wrist.
Me and you in the Jeep, listen to swing ol' beats,
it's a shame me and Fuzz don't even speak.
I got married, my wife name is Dee,
peace to 31 and 51-50, I miss you.


[Kuniva]
I remember back on that tragic day, my phone rung,
and Bizarre's voice tellin' me, Bugz was gone home.
It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breath,
I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it.
And I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard
literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car.
While I stand in this booth now its tearin' me apart
but I had to let it out cause it was tearin' at my heart.
Cause he died over somethin so petty and so small,
a human life is so very precious. I hope ya'll
understand how I'm feelin' cause I love you Bugz.
I wanna rhyme wit' you, laugh wit' you, hug you Bugz.
But I can't and you was so close to seein' dreams,
a coward came along and took you away from the team.
So don't mistake this track, it's just another song.
This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one
cause you know. . .


[Chorus]


[Proof]
They say it's never too late to have an early childhood,
if I could turn back the hands of time, God should.
Forgive what I did as a kid to run blocks,
now my dreams are just screams, cops, and gun shots.
The fun stops when your homie's up in a box,
My dude E-Bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops.
I use to quartion'(?) a lot, if there's a guy by me say somethin'.
If you love her so much why didn't you gave nothin'?
When he took my homie, Snook was only in 11th grade,
now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates.
It ain't never late in the game, this hatin' remains,
with a grudge to see slugs break through my frame.
My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath,
we gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left.
In the depth, distress young as a ? did
to get ? off my fallen homies who ain't got enough years.
I miss y'all.


[Chorus]


[Swifty]
When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn't wise.
That crash and the driver died,
my partner on the passenger side was paralyzed.
And I'm surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived.
Nine months later another one died,
somebody shot him in the side when he was startin' up his ride.
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run,
and thats when Funky got done, Joey playin' wit' guns,
and Tookie over funds, Carty was my man,
and Reggie, I wish that I was wit you in that van.
And Bugz if it wasn't for you,
you know I wouldn't be standin' in this booth.
Thats the truth, I miss ya'll...


[Chorus x2]




Keep Talkin' (Bonus Track)

[Green Lantern - Intro]
Yeah...
Detroit, Motherfucka...
DJ Green Lantern (The Evil Genius)
D12, We ain't goin' nowhere...
We still smokin' crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...


[Eminem - Chorus]
Bitch, Keep Talkin'
Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws because
We ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to prove shit to yall
So all yall can lick the balls and
Keep Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'
Cause we ain't stoppin' cause
You ain't stoppin' us!
We ain't got to prove shit to yall
So all yall can lick the balls and
Keep Walkin'!


(Come on!)


[Kuniva]
(Yo) The Derelict's back
I'm blazing niggas while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my therapist crack
You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the facts
I love pussy with all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play with me
I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat (glass shattering)
Kids an' all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll take your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a street talker
Heatsparker to beefstarter
Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb down your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
Knife with the hands, never bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
Smother your clan!
Sever your hand and your legs
And mail your brother your heart, and send your mother your head!


[Swift] I'm the only one, you bitch, that touch ya
Type of brother that'll fuck your mother
With a fishnet rubber (scream)
A belligerent and rowdy motherfucka
That'll dump your body, and still fly away to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
I change your language with a stainless
I'm contained with an anguish to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your face with
Niggas don't say shit, fuck your hype man
If there's a bystander standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
Cause I can, You get squashed like pop cans
I'll be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she coughin' blood
I love to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to behave in this case
You try to be brave in a rage your legs will be replaced


[Chorus]


(Bizzy, come on!)


[Bizarre]
I ain't here to talk about Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre been fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a trade: My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not bisexual
I'm an intellectual transexual with one testicle (One nut)
And I ain't saying shit 'cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer...I'm dyin


[Proof]
(Yay Yay!)
Rest in peace Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Notorious Big (Fo' Sho')
(Come on)I'm probably the best
God in the flesh
Blow your heart out of your chest
And your chest out of your vest
Leave your body a mess, streets bloody as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he fell
A druggie on bail, nutty as well
With search light, bud he revealed
Dead or in jail
They're headed for hell...
Together with bells and blonde guy
Get your lungs hard
Leave you full of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin to pee on you often
Leavin' your office, we takin' over
Or get China White, mixed with baking soda
Ya hear me...GET CRACK!


[Eminem]
Fuckin' Crackheads!
And this is just mixtape shit, you fuckin' morons!
This ain't brains over brawn
This is bullies over fuckin' pussies!
(Laugh) Come on!