[Hook: Eminem]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck f**ing with us
Cause....
We don't give a f**
[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?
Where the f** you think he started at holmes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take
Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break
Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect bank from every weed spot like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone to hit anything at any given night
f** leaving my roots, I'm still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut
Pull up in a red hearse, with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a [?]
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street
I speed with my dad's name on my a** cheek
Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anyone else who wanna get f**ed, cause
(Yeah b**h, oh sh**!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
We interrupt your little world of perfectness
To bring you the sh** to murder conservatives with
To curse and diss, with verses so merciless
These words can just f** up your high worse than this
{Police Sirens}
I've k**ed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherf**in' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, I've concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
So many damn murders I can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the f** they're called, I just grabbed 'em
12-gauge dumped in a drug-fueled rage, f** age, I'm still goin' through my "f**-you" stage
I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'mma never grow up, b**h, I ain't gon' never get old
I'll be sitting here with a cane and a beard
Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah
So 'till I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'mma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
Kids
[Verse 4: Proof]
Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
The outcome's hot, once splittin' your brain in three
Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the f** you lookin' at"?
And invite the hook to scrap
I gave my life to God, n***a, then I took it back
Took it black, this f**in' gat, will leave your cookie cracked
Detroit's, derelict, arrogant, terrorist, straight on you aerospit
Spit at people various people, to leave you bloody 'till your buried with
Every hit was serious, n***as wanna know how murderous The Dirty Harry is
When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust
Cause..
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Swift]
When they run into Swift they change directions
My sh** so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon' fear it
I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit
Give up the carats or see the nine
f**in' with mine is like Farakhan chewin' up swine, on Christmas
With a white trailer b**h on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a Uncle Tom
I attack k**in', f**in' hoes like Matt Dillon
Stackin' obituaries higher than Michael Jackson's ceiling
I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you with a fifth of gin
You got your men, but they all wearin' skirts like them n***as from Scotland, you hoes are not grim
Don't make me stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Ten's
[Verse 6: Kuniva]
I'm the one they call in to torture ya
Smackin' your b**h and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia
Kuniva's the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life, usually followed by sirens and lights
Get your throat cut by this tyrant's knife, from high as a kite
And my get-a-way driver's drivin' right
f**in' with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs
Wrap around n***as like Camabons, you know I ain't nothin' to play with
Thinkin' you real like The Matrix, f**in' with n***as drippin' off self-hatred
I'm on some live sh**, rappers be on some "Ready To Die" sh**
'Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, f** heaters, I'll knock you out instead of shootin'
I hit hard, break yo' f**in' jaw like Resolution
Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brother's cla**room smoked
And the substitue gaged and choked
n***a..
[Hook]
[Outro]
D12, June 19th..
Do shrooms like me
Get ready for it..
Trouble soon, baby..
You know it..
Tell your mama and your sister too..
Cause we f**in' 'em