Backstage in London 2001 (Full Version) - Tim Westwood

[Verse 1: Eminem]

C'mon y’all look there's six of us

Y'all right now are in the midst of

In the mix with us

With Tim Westwood

Y’all can't step to us

Y'all just should

Shut your damn mouth, I cannot cuss so damn

Is the worst word that I can say outta my mouth

So when I do this foolish rhyme is fluid

Spitting like ammunition when I go to it

I hop to it, it ain't hip hop is it?

Yes it is y'all need to pay us a visit

We're D12 reason it ain't just D6

Cause when we stomp you it feels like twelve of us knee clicks

Ah and it goes like that, everybody know y'all give us the mic’ back

[Verse 2: Bizarre]

G shit, respect it

I’ll fuck a bitch that's pregnant and anorexic

Check it, I’m up to no good

You laughing, I'm fresh Tim Wood-Wood

Please don't fucking cuss, motherfucker suck my dick

Don't talk shit

Yo I’m fucking up

So I'ma pass the mic' to my nigga Proof

Blast off

[Verse 3: Swifty]

I'm driving seventy-five miles per hour

Sippin' Amaretto sour

Bumpin' "Money and the Power"

I'm on my way to send my enemies some flowers

With a sarcastic face

I murdered the coward

Tryna stop my hustle

You get devoured

You get covered with more shells and mussels laying awkward

I bust you

With your family laying in Boxford

I pack something special to keep the cops hurt

The word is covered with it so you can't stop dirt

I'm snatching it

Don't let the others get it

That won't work

I smoke

Don't let you hit it when it's burnt

'Cause he thinks can rap my lyric

You besta stay alert

You besta stay alert

[Verse 4: Proof]

Ay yo, listen

I will come at you for mines

Run at you with nines

Coat snatcher for dimes

I'm the punisher of rhymes

Call us ginsu

Any bit you get cut through

You put the fan in fantast[ic]

I put the f in [fuck you]

1/6th a partner D12 is darker

With hearts I hate as pure as Author

Cerebral is sharper

All six sense keen as Peter Parker

This is the area 9 sparker

Race through a stage like a wild boar

My style of war

Even worse than Bizarre snore

Punch the oaked arch the land when I march

I'm a shark that makes battling into a art

I'm true with a pen, my category a few would be in

Don't matter if you anglo, mulatto or nubian

Make the strong fall

Ride on a long haul

Beat up my last girl 'cause she sucked the wrong ball

All y'all MCs whether friend or foe

Playing it low, I'm planning to blow ya leg with more

With thoughts that make due I penetrate through

You got dreams of beating me your alarm clock'll wake you

Hate you, erase your face and disgrace you

Spray your filet, and then just lace you doe

My style is ratchet with the sin

Most of y'all like homos. Why?

Cause y'all gonna catch it in the end

[Verse 5: Kuniva]

I'm a nightmare devious

With the most mischievous crew in the industry

Without an ounce of lenience

The disobedient

Gun grabbing

Get stashed

End in the back of a paddy wagon

Bragging about a stabbing

You dumb rappers get blasted

Buried alive

Under 30 feet of snow

On their asses with no casket

I'm that man

Who love CAT scans

A fat chance you'll be seen alive

After being thrown in a black van

Assassin masked man

Getting a lap dance

From crack heads

On trash cans

With my last hand

Passing in

I blast women

Ran past grinning

When the mac's spinning

I suffer from bad living

[Verse 6: Mr. Porter]

That's right I'm back y'all

The incredible

Hacksaw

Jim Duggan

Still thugging

With the same 4-by-4 thing

Will press against your mama

Coochie while we hugging

You ain't got problems

You just act crazy

Try having 8 babies

By 12 different ladies

It don't add up

Do it?

I keep saying I'm the daddy

But them chickens won't own up to it

Run right through it

That's it

[Verse 7: Bizarre]

Bamm

Guess who just crushed your party

I'm Deebo punk

What you got on my 40

It's Detroit's finest

Million niggas spineless

I'm too f-ing dope

You better rewind this

Did two pints of Bacardi

Coming to your party

Blasting everybody

I'm watching this prostitute

I said you wanna get down

She gave me a frown and said

54 pounds

Money

I'm blasting niggas if they dummie

I mire Tim rummie

When I pass the mic' to Eminem

[Swifty]

When I'm running  the script it change directions

Oh Eminem was grabbing it

So I'ma let him flow

[Verse 8: Eminem]

Yo

I'll prolly stir up so much shit in Europe

I say a bad word and mess the whole tour up

Y'all don't wanna mess with me

It ain't ya destiny like child

I'm never wild when I'm riled up off running like a mile

You running to me?

I'ma punish you

If you ever gun at me

Any MC, who tries to step to this

I'm like the exorcist

Yo watch my neck just twist

Back and forth

When I smack you across

Your face if you try to say anything this way

Yo, but I got down with Dr. Dre

Now I'm rich bitch, I live a block away

From him, y'all can't say nothing, y'all can't say ish

Ish backwards is shi suck my

Yea y'all don't wanna' say it when I display it

When I kick this rhyme every time and convey it

[Verse 9: Swifty]

There's no escaping

They headed for the last stage man

They like some ants looking up to some brothers with a wraith hand

Finna get sprayed

Frontin' me it's like grenade pins

Gettin' pulled

If you talk bull

Your day's in

I'm blazing

I'm always in the mood to kill

7 million ways

Mac-11 pilling the grill

How did occasion

What you facing is strictly real

I got hostages right now

Know how Swifty feel

Everything that I own is just concealed

Even my cell phone

Would you use it

It'll slit your ear

I'm the worst here

This message

I must  get clear

When I'm up in here

Everything is busted clear

And that's for show

[Verse 10: Proof]

Any mic' I baby sit it

I stay the illest

I play with fellas

Send you to Marvin Gaye gun fillers

Kill what I can

On dry land

A minute of my hand

Will kill an innocent bystand

No ER

You need CPR

After watching the VCR

Of me sitting there beating your ma'

Fuck sex, I'm a Tec shooter

Mind full of crime just like Lex Luther

A poisonous trooper

Kill your baby mama friend

So your son won't have any boys inside his future

Fuck Paul Moody for tryna diss Em

So I'ma diss him

And that fool that kissed Kim

Just in!

Important News Flash

Girls can't keep their tongues out Proof's ass

I'm too fast

With the crazy methods

But what if they gonna shit on you?

Oh no that's Shady Records

Here it is when I flow back

And bust back some contracts

Freestyle off that, the battleaxe

I splash your vision like cataracts

Yo I snatch a MAC out his Cadillac

Now your whole team is tryna battle back

Or do a battle rap

We into none of that rude boy

Don Dada

I snatch a wrap and doesn't make peanut butter

See what utter

Style we impose

Y'all hoes can't flow

And that's the way it go P-R to the O

And that spells pro

Add an O to the F

Pro-of fuckin' your ho, oops

Did I cuss?

[Verse 11: Kuniva]

I'll throw your body in the back of a 'Vette

Hit your brother in the back with a Tec

Count blood dripping out the back of his neck

Kuniva is never lacking respect

I sneak a gat on a jet

Jack the pilot the passengers next

Practice non violence

But I ain't perfected it yet

Plus you ain't dealt with no derelict shat

And it can happen' to you quick as you can think

As quick as the water rush out of a sink homie

Quick as you can blink

Imagine if I digested a couple of drinks

I'll probably black out

Send a couple of shots through your mink

I'm like the black Mr. Link

Certified psychotic without a shrink

Locked in a pen[itentiary] with ink

Your definition of hard

Is shootin' at a car

While mine is 1-on-1

Without a bodyguard

I don't like you

In a matter of seconds

I can strike you

I hate you when mac taking three packs and spice 2s

[Verse 12: Bizarre]

What's your name

Yo no robes and press plaque

Put through your back once Bizarre overreact

Bitches and hoes I'm stinking

I give you a two piece

Like Kentucky Fried Chicken

[Verse 13: Kon Artist]

Yo

I was born with these devilish ways

Manic depressing with punk ways

And syphilis aids from humping babes

Inside of caves, I got it made?

Stop lying to me chick

You just wanna get laid

I been wilding out

Since the fifth grade

I been had a fetish

For switchblades, huh?

Look what the hell Detroit done conceived

A man with more schemes

Than the teeth in the mouth of Mateen Cleaves

Best believe we did it

D-1-2 counts and your out

Without

Detroit rock city, shifty, gritty

Temp me or piss me

And I lift these ten feet

High enough to start a riot up

Without Friar Tuck

I'm wired up

Yup yup, ask Teddy

The law run when they see me

Lickin' my machete

[Verse 14: Proof]

A lot of ill MCs be scared of Duvall

Like they got a house, a wife, two kids and a dog

So ask your self

Who stay folding the bank?

Who stay in handcuffs

And stay in the holding tanks?

Who stay in the beefs?

Who stay in the streets?

And he go to strip clubs

Just to play with his meat

Yo it's Big Proof y'all

Ain't nothing fabricated

Your whole image to me

Is over-exaggerated

Who call us the Dick 12

When I spit shells

They stop, duck and roll

Just to try to get shells

That's how I feel, you plastic

I light up a mag clip

Faster your ma' light up a glass dick

And that's it

My team consist of crackers and blacks

That looks like the green packers with straps an'

You get smacked with gats

Backwards when I attack nerds

Who use these words before I know that

Flow that, catch pictures without that Kodak

Slow that, roll down homeboy you beefin'?

You got what reason?

When I turn into DH that's Derty Harry

A nigga make your ass become late

As in living and breathing...

Who's jumping in so I can stop doing this freestyle receiving?

Somebody save em-

[Verse 15: Eminem]

I swear I'm leaving you in the receiving room

With two tubes your breathing through

Y'all don't wanna stop this

It ain't even true

If you try to F with us

Then we're leaving you

In a, mother f-ing

Is what I wanna say so bad

But I can't so I'm stepping

To this mic' with

Something that I recite

That's a little bit clean

But fuck it I'm mean

When I kick this shit like a guillotine

I kick a iller scene

I'm bound to kill a teen

Slim Shady in your illest dreams

Your kid's worst nightmare

Hold it right there

Hold the beat yea

Right there, the snare, and the drum kick

Y'all are dumb sick

Y'all need to get off my

Diiiiiuuchhk

[Verse 16: Swifty]

Dang

They temp me like Tim and Smith

Witness this

As you get cracked with this fifth

An alcoholic

Drowning rappers inside a toilet

'Cause I'm venomous

Gauging how you somersaulting

I slap you for talking

You caught with lies

For that

I'ma have your mother walking on her thighs

I stalk in day time

That's with no disguise

I do walk bys

Drag 'em out in chalk gauze

And my hand is where your heart lies

[Verse 17: Bizarre]

Throw you seconds what you ask in prisons

It's the bomb

I told you I wasn't bullshitting

It's a-- test

I come near The Hot Boys and Mannie Fresh

Now who's the freshest point him out

I eat him like a Ex Lax

Then shit him out

Take a ecstasy mixed with hay and Tanqueray

I'm blow 'em a record deal

Then windy day

[Verse 18: Kuniva]

I'm swerving of lust

Servin' the cops on the murderous plot

Kill your moms and put her in a box

These bullets are strong as a Ox

I'm sly as a fox

To creep up on you

In your drop top

While you feeling phat

I jack you for your suburban earned knots

Urging to cock this gauge

That'll leave you disfigured

Like surgeons on pot

Kill you like I'm killing this beat

Before your funeral arrangements are complete

I'm released back on the streets

When people are acting up

I tell Derty Harry to back me up

And blow your mouth back like that be tha

It's kinda ballistic

Derelict

With the intelligence of a religious devoted terrorist

To make you history

Like gold medalist

And it's evident that I can blow your legs off

And leave you with one foot to pedal with

[Verse 19: Proof]

As time permits

And I'm the shit

With a rhyme to spit

If you dope

Then give me a line to sniff

Here

In hell

Yea that's probably where I see you again

Where Proof in hell

[Eminem]

With 10 males

[Verse 20: Proof]

A lawless figure

From that same clinic

A flawless killer

Bump a rap gang gimmick

So many back and come with the same sentence

An' in the same sentence they bid it for that fame in it

The fact is

I'm doper than packages

That jump the borders

I hate you and dumb reporters

Yo Proof your raps don't benefit drugs do it

Shut up while I'm tryna butt fuck Jennifer Love Hewitt

A lot of you talk shit

[Eminem]

Buttplug

[Verse 21: Swifty]

I can put my hands on you from anywhere in the world

Rob your crib while you hiding under the bed with your girl

Swiss cheese your mattress and I birl

I get scantless

Across this atlas

Nutting up like squirrels

An alcoholic

Like I said before

I'm the type of brother that the 5 will ignore

When they see me on the streets

On the 3-1-3

That's Detroit, Amityville

I'm Swifty passing it

What?

[Verse 22: Eminem]

Pass it

I'm high off acid

Plus I'm plastered

I'm a bastard who jumped and laid classy

With no clothes on butt naked

And asked for acid

I already said acid

I said it twice

But your head is full of lice

I tried to pull a heist

With a refrigerator full of mice

And full of ice

Yoo I'm so nice that

I'ma be polite to you

Yo you don't like this mic' do you

Good then let me take it back

When I rock this mic' then I do a naked rap

That means I rap naked

Yo you half bacon or half baked

A damn saint

Oh for God's sake

You don't want me to throw your whole squad in a lake

'Cause when I rhyme and roam this trip with bones to pick

Any MC who wants to grab this microphone and rip

It

Will get shit

Sh-it Sh-it

It's o-on

Yea

'Cause when I rock like that

Any MC who kicks hip hop like that

They get smacked with the back of the hand

While I pull up in a black van

Take all your mans and

Duct tape 'em

'uck raping

Fuck raping

Yea

Forget it I said it

Anybody in this bitch get beheaded and shredded

Like rice or lice

Whatever you wanna do

I take this mic' device

Strike it twice

I'm twice as nice as

Anybody in your crew when I

Do whatever I do I want to

'Cause I don't care

'Cause I'm drunk

And I

Beat a punk dude up

Throw him up he get chewed up

And then spit it out

Shit it out

Like D12 'cause we'll poop on you

Yo anybody in your group on you

Yea

I don't really care

I ain't familiar

And if you wanna wave

And that really

Whatever

[Proof]

This is how we have fun

[Verse 23: Bizarre]

Christina sucks and Brittney swallows

Bizarre did too much on a bottle

You think I'm a joke

'Cause I smoke

I might sign from Capitol to Interscope

Too much dope

That I take

MCs'll get baked

Saying Bizarre kid is fake

What

People in France

Are musty

Step to me

I will bust thee

In the mouth

Boy you know what I'm all about

[Verse 24: Eminem]

Going through customs

I might fruck around and bust them

I said fruck

I put a R

In between the F and the UK

I'm in the UK

And I will do get out with any MC or a DJ

Who don't play the right beat

Make you mincemeat

Over a Prince beat

Or a damn snare

I don't care you clap your hands bitch

I'll smack you there

Gotta shut the hell up and sit down

Because my skills are developed

And my whole skeleton

Exoskeleton

I'm coming from under

I can't be serious over this beat

[Verse 25: Proof]

Stinking ass Bizarre

Bamm guess who crushed the party

It's Deebo punk what you got on my 40

[Verse 26: Kuniva]

Detroit's finest

Million niggas spineless

I'm too f-ing dope

You better rewind this

[Verse 27: Bizarre]

Did too much the way it counted

Smell like cigarettes, dog shit and old brownies

I strands then police is after me

I boost like a car battery

I aim for your heart

I'm broke as fuck I shop at Kmart

Why you laughing Tim Westwood

I'm coming to your hood

Breaking in your house (Oh God)

Smacking your spouse (Oh my God)

Eating your grandmother-- ohh

[Proof]

Aight Aight Aight

Ayo yo

Let's just

Let's do some drilling

[Verse 28: Kuniva]

I'm so f-ing crazy

I killed my own

[D12]

MAMA

[Kuniva]

Ate her fat ass up

Like I was Jeffrey

[D12]

DAHMER

I'M A

[Kuniva]

Wild type of brother

With a

[D12]

HUMMER

HOURHHGGH

[Verse 29: Eminem]

What rhymes with hourhhggh (Poor)

I don't know let me think

Poor

Wait a minute let me take a drink

I take a little sip of Bacardi and Mountain Dew

And then I'll start to fuck up anybody out that's new

Oops I said F

The F word

Yo I'm a F-er

I'm phatter than a heffer

The grandmother I left her

Butt naked right in the middle of 7 Mile

Yo my style'll make the reverend smile

With my blouse

Undo my blouse

And ran through my house

I'm serious and delirious

When I'm-

[Verse 30: Bizarre]

Nigga step up

I put them on the motherfucking hospital gate

I'm smoking on the gate

Smoking weed everyday

With someone I say

[Verse 31: Proof]

My AK'll blast 'em

When I get 'em I'ma hit 'em

[D12]

HIT 'EM

[Verse 32: Proof]

And watch me split 'em

Word up D back in the crib

With my kids

And to the beat

[Verse 33: Kuniva]

Ayo that's how I--

How I eat barbecue ribs

I barbecue because I'm hard (HARD)

Dropped out the boulevard pull your call card (CARD)

I don't play when it comes to rhymes

'Cause when it comes to rhyme like I'm down from Earth

[Verse 34: Proof]

Tell 'em a story

Go 'bout the days of glory

When we was hard on a boulevard

Everybody knew it

[Kuniva]

Yo we was young and stupid

[Verse 35: Bizarre]

I grew up

It was though

It was what

I had to huff and puff

With my acrylic palette

[Verse 36: Proof]

Puff huff

Got my palette

Pale jacket

See this gun

I pack it

Yea

[Verse 37: Kuniva]

And we rob banks too

And we're quick to shank you

Take your money and say

Thank you

[Proof]

Thank you

[D12]

THANK YOU

[Verse 38: Eminem]

I spank you

I spank you with this gun the butt of it

Yo ain't want none of this

You don't want none of this punishment

I got a ton of shit

[Verse 39: Kuniva]

Yo

Throw your hands up and shut your mouth (Yeah)

I live in Detroit but got a crib down South

[Verse 40: Proof]

Stop cooking with grease

Stop cooking with grease

Stop cooking with grease

And put potatoes in a big bag

Stop cooking with grease

Stop cooking with grease

Stop cooking with grease

And put the Funyuns in a big bag

[Verse 41: Swifty]

All these potatoes

I made you

I made you

I made you

Look at all these potatoes

I made you

[Verse 42: Proof]

Aye

This is called

How you wild out

I lot of people tryna peep my style out

What's up to my people

I don't bail out

OK OK we can't take it no more

I rap if you can smell rap and when us all clap

Expose whack rappers

Then I smack 'em with my ball sack

Flatten 'em like inner tubes

Shorten your whole

Life like a DJ Head interlude

Punch my fist through

The ponchos of thinner dudes

And when I'm in the mood

Make a serious winner lose

Sipping gin and booze

Mixed with opioids and perm

To opium and sherm

And a fallopian of sperm

Hoping people learn

No more joking with me

Denaun why don't you say something over the beat

Bump back we jump strapped

We jump with the track

Meet every morning

They girlies want to act

Why do the girlies dunked the brother in the truck

Why do the girlies dropped the brother in the truck

I say me girl and since it's on me

And we tryna let the song for the whole party

Be back my boy

They throws 'em up in the place

Put up your gun and just shoot up the place

So I turn to the one handed juggler and ask him

Why is he looking to stepping to a octupus

I know a guy named Marc LaBelle

That sparks the L

Climbed up a garage and fell

In The Garbage Pail

Ayo

Em your nuts are large as hell

Would you put 'em up?

[Verse 43: Eminem]

Well thank you

I was in the garage and fell

Until I saw Marc LaBelle

And sparked a L

And fell in a Garbage Pail

[Verse 44: Bizarre]

Ah, ah, ah

M.O.P

Paul's favorite crew

Yeaaah

I roll with a gang

That sport platinum chains

Tearing niggas out the frame

Who the fuck wanna-

Me and Kuniva drunk driving

Pissing on hydrant

Swallowing whole bottles of Viibryd

Bitch suck my cock while I'm peeing

I did it all with a Jamaican, Chaldean, Korean

Bizarre (or European) the life taker

Rush you with a ice breaker

Break your kid's back

They call me the back breaker

You don't want it

Especially when I'm blunted

'Cause you'll get stepped on like Keith for seventeen hundred

I stay cold like Steve Austin

'Cause D12 got problems

Like cars from the auction

Drunk driving passing to Kuniva

So he can rip the mic'

I F a dyke

[Verse 45: Eminem]

Yea

Everybody in this bitch remains all gay

While I sit and blow up my brains all day

With the chainsaw chain keeps spinning

The motor keeps running

The engine keep revving

So I go to sleep humming

Some people never notice me coming

Like I was jackin' off while you were sleeping

[Verse 46: Proof]

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga

Former up I'll keep you warm a lot

Know what I'm saying with the mouth that I perform to God

Where they came to a home with some warm ass cock

And that's the way I am

And hey you see

Yeea

The little brothers still playing in the streets

And everything that I've always worked to

Really worth it too 'cause I feel proud working through

If you ain't smoking weed

[Verse 47: Eminem]

Then you ain't down with me

And you ain't down with P

Paul Rosenberg and we

[Verse 48: Kuniva]

It's understood that it ain't all good

These rappers couldn't hang with me

If they came from Rosewood

That's where the cops come

Rappers get pistol whipped with shotguns

'Till the handle is broken

Or 'till the barrel's smoking

You rap challengers

Get pushed off banisters

Unavoidable like anvil's

Dropping on toon characters

I ain't feeling ya

So why you acting like a cinema

Messed around and got in some shit

Like enema

Spilling ya cap

Ending ya rap

Killing ya back

Like crash collisions

A bad decision to react

I be the homegrown black

Hooded up, devious

Rough rap constructor

Unpredictable genius

Cowardly lying ass rappers

Get left spleenless

State of mind is demonic

And I'm still fiending

I'm mixed in from hellfire

So you can't extinguish

Plucking all you crab MCs

Up off my penis

[Verse 49: Swifty McVay]

They don't wanna beef

I love scuffles

I won't hesitate to sock you again

With swollen knuckles

My 380's penetrate

You hoes buckle

You done crossed my line

Like interstate so..

I do what you can't do

Rappers get trampled

When I'm strapped like bamboo

You get clear like samples

I'm wreckin' it

From Detroit to Netherlands

See it's evident

All you rappers would never win

You need to get a fat ass book for self defense

See your health's at risk

You get smoked like cigarettes

Keep it cool bro

You wouldn't like it when I'm upset

Scratching your nose can be a threat

It's true dog

I wipe you out the blue with a nine milli

Slapping you silly

Leave rappers flatter than lily

Pads and it's really

Sad how they kill me

Thinking that they fresh, but ha!

I'm not feeling

[Verse 50: Mr. Porter]

Plans, power movements

I'm on some rude shh

I'm gitting Prodigy

For his SP

Slap him and tell him that Keith Murray sent me

Since he's locked down

I'ma shoot 'till the Glocks empty

Invite Lil' Kim to my record release party

And Foxy Brown too

Just to get beef started

Cold hearted, come to your show and bogart it

Blast guns blindfolded and tell cops I'm retarded

Went to the lyricist lounge

And seen Cage

Poured my piss down his throat

Then told him I had AIDS

Master P asked me to do a song with him

As long as Super Shock ain't rapping, nigga I'm with it

Told my Runyon Ave niggas I'd make 'em proud

By butt fucking every ho in Destiny's Child yea

Seen Toto at a mobile

Told Puffy it was over

'Cause Faye signed to my label for a Range Rover

My brain's sober

But I still can't think

'Cause I keep seeing Kelly Price in a black bikini

Or something like that it was a topless thing

I told her get naked let me fuck her while she's singin'

Yo, yo ,yo

Full of 'em already and hocked to bury your block

With a brief and a dynamite blast

Now you to pass it

Your girl be sharin' the ass with niggas I roll with

The girl pick up clues quicker than Theraflu does colds bitch

We on some low shit holding my-

And your mama for ransom money to pay our rent with

See y'all punks just sick

Sicker than sick walk up in hits

Hands in their mouth and not acclaiming a tricks

That ain't even it

It's getting me mad

I'll pop any fags for--

[Verse 51: Bizarre]

You can tell when D12 just had a session

Blood, empty brew bottles and automatic weapons

Bring your boys

Fuck it

Bring your posse

Watch 'em get ate

Like chicken and broccoli

Bizarre getting head

'Till I'm half dead

Watch the bitch slop

Like she had no -orrhea

Rambling

Steadily gaveling

I'm telling raw

In a tuxedo an' Hamilton boy

And that's the truth

We freestyling so I'm gonna pass the mic' to Proof

[Verse 52: Swifty]

You can bring protection you gonna need it

My name is Swifty and I ain't tryna sound proceedic

When it's time to grab the mic' and get loose

We do shady stuff I snatch mics from Proof

You can't snatch mics from me

I snatch mics from many MC in this industry

Injuring MCs

It doesn't matter

Rhymes get better

That chit-chatter

You get batted

Like cake mix

I don't scrit love

I scrit slug

So take six

That's the way they sound

My name is Swifty

Yes, it's going down

[Verse 53: Bizarre]

Now can you see tho'

I'ma tell you the truth

Swift I don't want you to rap

I was tryna pass the mic' to Proof

But since you wanted to interrupt

Get the battle up and keep your dukes up and get smacked up

When I'm real

I feel

You dirty like you dirty beer

[Verse 54: Swifty]

We got this 300 pound Rooster head man

Tryna battle me

This is what we do man

You can't handle me slag

We not gonna battle each other because we're brothers

And we can put it down like no other

Smother-rin' MCs

It doesn't matter man

Peace

[Verse 55: Bizarre]

I'ma take your money

I'ma take your money with dice

You ain't got nothing but some fake ice

So I don't want your money

[Verse 56: Swifty]

All right

Dom DeLuise please

Stop and get up off your knees

Don't tryna battle me man

Come on man but you know that you can't 'cause

It's hot and I'm tired

Day is expiring

Maan

I wanna retire