The Set Off

[Intro: Bizarre] D12, back in the building Grimy dirty, nasty, filthy shit This what the industry been missing, man Sorry for the delay, man, hahaha Shout out to all our fans, man We about to get busy though No more time to waste Ayo McVay, yo, get busy nigga! [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] Takin' niggas, get up out of my face You now tuned in to a basket case Swift McVay, still holdin' the cake In broad daylight for the world to see Painted white, me and Satan tight Burning every motherfucking thing on sight I'm the type to do pointless crimes Y'all don't like me, then join in line My mind state's full of concrete A hard-hitting nigga with a metal spine, fuck with mine You'll be pouring out liquor in the middle of the street with the corn on hind Putting up pictures in front of they shirts With dirty teddy bears laying on the curb Rest in peace is all they see My mama was cursed on the day I was birthed See, I'm the worst nigga to squabble and dirt with Prison to me is like a goddamn circus Blow my fuse, I got nothing to lose Touching my crew is like a short circuit Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck Still walking in Million Man March with a Tec You disrespect, I'll snap your neck Like Schwarzenegger in an army flick [Verse 2: Kuniva] We be making shit happen, you glare at the news Fuck you up on camera, stare at their views Take a look at the hardware, get pretty loose An ADHD kid and his terrible tools Yeah, we back on that shit again, back for them Benjamins I'll put your whole squad back on their injured list Split your shit, my folk to ignorant, plus they sold militant My advice, duck if you witnessing, bang, bang Dirty Dozen hit them where it hurts Flip a nigga skirt, 'till he washed up Leave him in the dirt, bring your chick over here until I squirt Then it's onto the next, just another day at work Stay alert, play your part and role [?] I'm the worst, they throwing the white towel And get the wavy shirt, they can't hold us Them boys is the truth hit Smack a nigga up like the homie big Proof hit [Verse 3: King Gordy] Your crew get ate up, who you, you ain't us I blew an eighth, fuck, but true is my gang's stuff It's true I blaze blunts, and shoot and rape sluts My goons'll come through with tools and take drugs You fools just anxious to lose, I'm flamed up Your blues are ancient history, mystery, man You should thank us for breaking your face up Get pissed at me, sentence me then, ’cause I'll hold the stage up No bay cuts, wait, you say what? Man, you lame Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne with a mask, and wait up With two things, having some mood swings Two to the brain, tell 'em 2 Chainz to get 'em chains up A motherfucking assassin, fucking dumb slut Suppin' they asses, come new like molasses Shove a gun up their bum, she's looking puzzled bedazzled When I fuck and I'm laughing, I be puffing and passing An outlaw, rob a stagecoach, I'm straight dope, southpaw You niggas can't throw, I break bones, I can't go No more, my mouth is so sore, I may choke from ass Looking to eating out Dej Loaf, murder some King Gordy and Dirty Dozen Don't worry because we coming in the flow to hurt your woman If throw offing is eternal, is something you couldn't stomach I'm loving the blood gushing, and fuck it, I think I'm coming Your mother I heard she has a new husband Well, let me fuck it, I'ma put it on her stomach ’Cause I make that pussy suffer, I ain't putting on no rubber I ain't have an undercover, tryna (whoo!) dick All you six swing bitch I land right to left You damn right you stretched her ass tight And you can't take it cause your moms get naked Get raped and faded by the king of Van Dyke [Outro: Bizarre] Yeah, D-Twizzy in this motherfucker Was that enough, motherfuckers? Hahaha, we just getting started, nigga Fuck yeah!