On Edge

[Verse 1: Bizarre] I rap, like I got a chip on my shoulder This ain't no chip, this is a 15 pound boulder Practicing yoga, meditatin’ on death Bottle of Vicodin ‘till ain't nothing left I got an Idea lets play butt-naked hokey-pokey Cut off the lights, listen to Esham and hold me (Yeah) Damn my neighbor is nosey, close the blinds This kid ain't ten, he’s barely nine Nice behind. Damn, I'm talkin' about a kid I'm talkin' about rapes, I'm talkin' about a bed Mia, my wife's Spanish she’s been fuckin’ from the back I'm in the other room tongue-kissing the cat “Damn, this is one sick motherfucker (Aha) He talks about rape and he’ll tongue-kiss your brothеr" (Damn) Rape your grandma in the ass and I put a plug Hide out for 30 days and wait for hеr period to come (Yeah) 30th day I beat her ass for nothing Bitch is 65 years old, that period ain't comin' I'm a Lutheran, a catholic, a Jehovah witness, a baptist A Muslim, I’m a faggot, Go-Go Gadget! [Verse 2: Kuniva] Kickin' down your door with a 44.-matic And the size will make you shake like a know dope addict Turn a robbery into something more tragic “Don't shoot, here's my watch it's all Rolls gold have it" Bitch! I coined the phrase "I'm goin' in" Your mom insisting play the game The first tongue on my dong wins They says the Dozen was slippin', yo how'd you figure that Slap the drool out of your mouth, tell you to spit a rap Breakin every bone in your hand, homie Twitter that I am like a Chinese chef the way I'm killin cats See a fool screamin at his caddy and then I prop it up Get the kinda stuff that make your toilet keep stoppin' up We cannot stop the cuts after I tie you in a chair And grab the Ginsu knives, now we can chop it up I'll take it easy if your chick's pregnant I'll wait until your kid's stretchin then sock him in his midsection (ah!) Don't ever try to slug me, I'll leave the back of your head bloody So when you wipe it looks like you're doin' the Dougie So don't trust me, I'm grimy and unlucky Voice-mails from your bitch like, "Kuniva, come fuck me!" Gritty, know every nook and cranny of the city Bullet for every fool that Mr. T pitied I smell pussy and I don't see titties Cash buried underground, Dirty Money, P. Diddy Shifty off the remmy or the Henny Hit your Bentley I'm simply demandin And I'm never fuckin bitches gently, gang around All up in the crib pistol hangin out (sup bitch) Likes the way I rhyme and I love the way she slang her mouth [Chorus: Eminem] (You're on fire) That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold (You're on fire) Man, I'm so fuckin' sick I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit (You're on fire) You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow (You're on fire) Yeah (You're on fire) Yuh [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] If you say that you hungry, then I ain't concerned Unless you came in this game with a tapeworm The phantom of hip-hop, cause this is the doctrine of a madman And I'm assassinating doctors, no shot treatment is needed I'm up in the hospital weeded with bloody orthopedics I'm giving it to innocent people that don't need it And I'm exporting you niggas without a heater Keep them breathin' nut there's none worthy If I ain't out murkin' motherfuckers, I'm cold turkey Or worst thing since Percy When I was younger, my momma placed me in the dirty nursery That's why they labeled me a cursed beast, I'm blood-thirsty I pop up, unexpectedly like a herpe I murder you for dirt, cheap Open up that door like Lurch And I'm murk the first nigga that I see When I guillotine, I slit a niggas brain And slit it till you get rap and signature, my name The pinnacle of insane, my genitals remain Bigger then a Afro-Puffs, on cranium arrange Shit, it's normal till I end with a gauge Cut your life short, like an editor with blades I'm a predator, infrared up in the trees When I conversate I'll be shootin' more in a breeze I breath bitches to their knees Givin' them stitches with a rusted needle and barb wires Sealin' their lips I'm justa', opposite of narcoleptic I breathe darkness, sleepwalker tearing the tees off these hawkers I throw you hoes in the ocean And seen it to souls that the air force is exploding with seahorses Like me, my sorcerist is talking bitchy This ain't Pulp Fiction, my addiction is torture methods [Verse 4: Eminem] I just put a bullshit hook in between two long-ass verses If you mistook this for a song, look, this ain't a song It's a warning to Brooke Hogan and David Cook That the crook just took over, so book Run as fast as you can, stop writing and kill it I'm lightning in a skillet, you're a fuckin' flash in the pan I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan Mr. Mathers is the man, yeah, I'm pissed But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can Come back and whip your ass with it again Saliva's like sulfuric acid in your hand It'll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man Turn him into plastic So for you to think that you could stand a fuckin' chance is asinine Yeah, ask Denaun, man Hit a blind man with a coloring book And told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon Fuck it, I ain't playin', pull up in a van And hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin' "Vietnam vet", I'm out my fuckin' mind, man Kick over the can, beat his ass, and leave him nine grand So if I seem a little mean to you This ain't savage, you ain't never seen a brute You wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route You couldn't make a bulimic puke On a piece of fuckin' corn and peanut poop Sayin' you sick, quit playin', you prick, don't nobody care And why the fuck am I yellin' at air? I ain't even talkin' to no one, 'cause ain't nobody there And nobody will fuckin' test me 'Cause these hoes won't even dare I'm wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here Nah, don't waste it, save it, psycho—yeah Plus you got to rewrite those lines That you said about Michael's hair (Whoops!) [Chorus: Eminem] (You're on fire) That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold (You're on fire) Man, I'm so- I'm so hot My motherfuckin' firetruck's on fire, homie (You're on fire) You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow (You're on fire) Yeah Oh, shit (You're on fire) [Verse 5: Fuzz Scoota] Married to game a benevolent groom Bachelor party, arranged shoot up the reverend in June Reference the goons, you have to give the elephants room Run shit from the elegant room to the president's tomb D12, one plus eleven is noon Make a community feel like heaven's sent to them And if I have to get my intelligence room Be at your residence soon Guns on me lookin like an evidence room And that fits range, that python, that shit snapped bones You'd rather be shot with it than bitch-smacked holmes After dark DJ's will put your kid-raps on, but For that young money my nigga you'll get kidnapped holmes After triple-countin the bread you can get back home Collect the ransom, told my driver, "Take this bitch back home" Conversation's recorded, gotta get that phone It's got valuable information on the bricks' that's flown The confidential on hoes and the dicks' that's blown D12, the reason ya girl done bring a thick ass home And I need help on the bitches, gotta get back home So they won't be asking "When will you get back home?" I call yo bitch like "Bitch, come and pick this bitch up," Got her on speed dial, she used to come and get this dick up She call like "You have a few minutes to come and get this quick nut?" I have a few second ma, I can get come and get this dick sucked [Outro: DJ Young Maise] Fuzz Scoota! Newest member of D12 What Up! We Back Mutherfuckers! D12