[Intro: Bizarre]
D12 DJ Booth
Hunnid Proof
Is this water?
Is this liquor?
Might be Mali water, who knows
Ah shit
Let me start off warming up a little bit
Fuck it
You wanna be rapping right now?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Bizarre]
I smoke eighty blunts a day
I fuck bitches hardly gay
That's what they hardly say
I do it the Marley way
Bizarre Kid or some other shit
I'll smack your mother bitch
Off the wall freestyle
I don't smoke black at miles
I pop pills and fuck your mother
And smack the shit out your brother
Let me stop all this shit
I'ma pass the mic to the other [?] in the clique
While your bitch suck my dick
And I can sniff a half a brick
I can take a couple pills
Y'all rap [?] better chill
I smack [?] in they mouth
That's what I'm all about
D12 man, I'ma pass the mic to Kuniva
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Midwest to thе next life
Your girl ain't the samе
I upgraded her sex life
Gun, cash, and murder
No particular order
That Detroit state of mind got me pimpin' your daughter
Yeah I represent the crime from the east
Middle finger the hoes
While I rhyme over beats
Your pen game is pussy
You a joke I'm not the one to provoke
Give up the ecstasy and coke
Before you end up smoked
And if you callin' me a bitch
Behind my back is you a bigger bitch
Ain't nothin' like a broke [?]
Playin' [?] rich
Since I was six years old, became militant
I do bad things, plus I smoke with cigarettes
That shit learn ya
Packs a burner
In the corner
Can't you come out of Max and Irma
Gotta be the most terrible
Heathen breathin'
I'm schemin' upon a way
To make some Jesus even
My bars alone
That shatter your bones
And I'm prone
Trick or don't
Catch the ride
It's like [?] for prom
You ain't playin' for hoes
My [?], you're payin' for hoes
Eat the cat
Give us hit strokes
And ready
You be the-
I guess
And fuck her and leave her
While you beat your meat
Like Rocky up in the freezer
I'll make you a believer
The meat cleaver a heater
Lay your body under a dam and leave it to beaver
Give a kick to the range
You'll get dropped
Kicked for sweep
Found in the blood
Head butted
Found in the hood
Sleep
Irrational
Poppin' a couple papsos
Couplin' up in with all of your ass
Beat with some ass hoes
Immaculate rapper
Back slappin' [?]
Dent in they mouth
That's what I'm about
That's how I do it
Goin' off that blue one
Started freestylin' off the top
Because I'm kinda doin' shit
I mock [?] up
Blood all over the floor
Stab you in the face
And didn't do the same to your whore
I was born the rebel
That's how I do it in this bitch
Dirty Dozen doin'
And we killin' in this bitch
Swifty's in the back
And he's ready to get lit
That's how we rollin'
Fuck you and your bitch
Word Detroit style
That's how we rollin'
See me in the streets
You met a [?] swollen
Get your jaw beat up
Get your mom smacked
That's how I do it on the set
Kuniva
[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Now me and D-Tweezy spittin' bars
Don't get us wrong, we unseen like tenant cars
We get the guns, bullets, lives, and [?]' time
So be responsible
Finish him off at the hospital
Then walk up outta there
Prepatin' the monitors
We too smart to be gettin' caught in jail
Scrapin' the wall
Makin' calendars, hidin' vanities
Open up a can of ass whoopin' for challenges
And leavin' them with paralysis
Status is to get rid of static
They don't want it, fragile bastards
Just as weak as a sheet of fabric softener
They impostors frontin'
Nostrils runnin' from knockin' a woman unconscious
I ain't runnin' from the cops
I'm in apartments bluntin'
I'm laughin' at bastards
They in diapers wearin' harps
Up under they cuffs
I'm comin' with the sharpest weapon
Pop the lock
And you permanently narcoleptic
They get robbed naked
They start sweatin'
When they dogs get questionin'
Nauseous, throwin' up on they sergeants vest
God accept them
I'm sendin' them to you like a FedEx Express
When the mobsters catch 'em
I find chicks to hit it and quit
And I'ma ditch 'em
You find a bitch
Just to kick it like Dave Beckham
I'm wilder than Led Zeppelin
[?] don't come close
Like strep throat with severe symptoms
While I'm here rippin' that ass faster
Than a bad contract
Ask where your mom's at, I ain't the pass up on that
When beefin' I follow 'em
Like a chaperone tag, ha
And pourin' acid on his back
This is a track
Where you can murder out the brew
You wanna rap? There's somethin'
You can slit a rapper's throat
To vocal behind them Pro Tools
But won't do shit
Snipe quick
Toss the metal like horseshoes
[?] that's what we do
D12 up in this bitch
The booth, yes sir