[Intro: Big Trigger]
Rap City, the basement, Big Tigger, Rockwilder on the one and two
D12 up in here, who's standing up?
[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
Swifty McVay
When I ripped this mic, none of y'all ain't got nothin' to say
When y'all runnin' to us, you change directions
My rhymes so tight, when girls hear it, they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon' fear it
Saturate your DNA from existence with no spirit
Bring more lyrics, don't wanna hear it
Plus the fact is, you be repeating us like a parrot
Generic rappers, getting snacks for your carrots
You can't bear it
All you gettin' embarrassed
If you don't cherish your life, that's a stupid move
I got six million ways to beat you down
You can choose like a reptilian
Cold-blooded, I'm in the mood to destroy record company buildings
And that's a fool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Yo, is this thing on?
High on? What'd you say, trick? What am I on?
Two tubes of airplane glue and a can of Krylon
Eatin' a crayon, settin' fire to rayon
Flamin' the nylons of two white lesbians screamin', "Die, blondes"
Strike matches on white patches of dry lawns
And I run and jump right in front of the fire hydrants
Five blunts, and you expect me to die once
With nine lives, fuckin' chickens in front of my blind wives?
Suicidal, my friends tell me to try knives
You wanna mess with a mothafucka who skydives
Out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives?
Doin' drive-bys and miss you with five tries
It's Slim Shady and BET and Big Tigger, all y'all who see me flee
Yo, who's next?
(Aight)
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo, yo, check it, yo
Now I'm the one they call in to torture you
Smackin' your chick and forcin' her in the backseat of an old Corsica
Kuniva's a silent type, but under the silence is a violent life
Usually followed by sirens and lights
Get your throat cut from this tyrant's knife
I'm high as a kite and my getaway driver's driving right
Effing with Hans gets, you split like a baton
The deadliest bomb
Wrapping around rappers like comic bobs
[Verse 4: Denaun]
I had too much to drink
That's why I'm trying to talk to the sink
Before you blink, you better tuck your ring
Before I spring at your head and tell cops I have probable means
Kon ain't clean
Got the Intercontinental belt for layin' punks
Out on they back without sprayin'
Skip the fake ****
I'll meet you at your wake with take six while I'm singin' to your moms I'm wavin'
[Verse 5: Proof]
I'm wavin'
Ha ha and we wavin', ha ha and we wavin'
Alright, alright
Oh man
Alright, okay
D12, right?
Hey, yo ain't nothing new under my skin but blood and veins
I grudge the pain of a bug's remains
Say I'm area code is 313, Raft City, Big Tigger and that BET
We meet flea, put it down, how you feel?
When we come to your grill, step real and that's ill
I'm on a tour of hate
You piss me like I urinate
I put two in your face, blue on your case
On this mic I do it my way
That's how I feel, almost messed up and cussed
I never cussed when it wasn't time
This ain't 'cause ice, it's shine 'cause it's mine, that's how we do that
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