D12 - Backstage in London (Short Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: Eminem] C'mon ya'll look their's six of us Y'all right now are in the midst of In the mix with us with Tim Westwood Ya'll can't step to us ya'll 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 fool this rhyme is fluid Spittin like ammunition when i go to it I hop to it It ain't hip hop is it? Yes it is ya'll need to pay us a visit We're D12 reason it ain't just D6 Cause when we stomp you it feels like 12 of us knee's click [Verse 2: Proof] Ay yo, listen i will come at you with mines Run at you with nines Coat snatcher for dimes I'm the punisher with rhymes Call us ginsu Any [?] you get cut through You put the f in fantast[ic] I put the f in [f** you] 1/6th a partner d12's darker With hearts i hate as pure as Author Cerebral is sharper [?] 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 [?] I'm a shark that makes battlin into an art I'm true wit 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 because she s**ed the wrong ball All ya'll mc's whether friend or foe Playin it low, i'm plannin to blow ya leg with mo' With thoughts that make due i penetrate you You have dreams of beatin 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 ya'll are like h*mos. why? Cause you gon' catch it in the end [Verse3: Eminem] Yo I'll prolly' stir up so much sh** in Europe I say a bad word and mess the whole tour up Ya'll don't wanna mess with me, it ain't ya destiny Like child, i'm never wild when i'm riled up off a black and mild You runnin' 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 b**h, i live a block away From him, ya'll can't say nothin, ya'll can't say ish Fff, shh, s** my ihh Yea ya'll don't wanna' say it when i display it when i kick this rhyme everytime and convey it [Verse 4: Proof] Any mic i baby sit it, i stay the illest, i play with phyllis Send you to Marvin Gay gun ville-is I k** what i can on dry land a minute of my hand will k** an innocent bystand No ER you need CPR after watchin the VCR of me sittin their beatin your Ma f** s**, i'm a Tek shooter, mind full of crime just like Lex Luther A poisonous trooper, k** your baby mama's friend so your son won't have any boys inside his future f** Paul Moody for trynna' dis Em. I'm a diss him and that fool that kissed Kim Justin! Important News Flash, girls can't keep their tongues off Proof's a** I'm too fast, with the crazy methods f** with you? Don't sh** on you, no that's Shady Records Here it is when i flow back and bust 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 trynna' 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 bu*ter, see what utter, style we impose Ya'll 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 f**in your hoe, oops, did i cuss? [Verse 5: Kon Artist] Yo I was born with these devilish ways Manic depressin' with gunplays and syphillis aids from humpin babes Inside of caves, i got it made? Stop lyin' to me chick, you just wanna' get laid I been wildin' out since the fifth grade I been had a fetish for switchblades, huh? Look what the hell Detroit done conceived And 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 Piss me or tempt me i lift thee ten feet High enough to start a riot up, without Friar Tuck, i'm wired up Yup yup, ask Teddy, the law run fast when they see me lickin my machete [Verse 6: Proof] Alot of mc's be scared of Duvall, like they got a house, a wife, two kids and a dog So ask you self, who stay folding the bank? Who stay in the handcuffs and who stay in the holdin tank? Who stay in the beefs? who stay in the streets? And he goes to strip clubs just to play with his meat Yo its Big Proof ya'll, ain't nothin 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 get shells That's how i feel, you plastic, i light up a mag clip faster than your mom light up a gla** dick And that's it My team consist of crackers and blacks with the green packers with straps, 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 the Dirty Harry, a n***a make your a** become late As in living and breathing... who's jumpin in so i can stop doing this freestyle recieving? [Verse 7: Eminem] Somebody save em, i swear i'm leavin' you in the receiving room, two tubes your breathing through Ya'll don't wanna stop this it ain't even true, if you try to eff with us then were leavin you In the, mother effin, is what i wanna' say so bad but i can't so i'm steppin' To this mic with, something that i recite that's a little bit clean But f** it i'm mean, when i kick this sh** like a guillotine I kick a iller scene i'm bound to k** a teen Slim Shady in your illest dreams your kids worst nightmare, yea hold it right, yea Hold the beat there, right there, the snare, and the drum kick Ya'll are dumb sick, ya'll need to get off my diiiiiuuchhk [Verse 8: 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 Until the handles broken or til the barrell's smokin' You rap challengers, get pushed off of banisters It's unavoidable like anvil's droppin on toon characters I ain't feelin ya so why you actin like a cinema Messed around and got in some sh** like enema, spillin ya cap k**in ya rap, peelin ya back like crash collisions a bad decision to react I be the homegrown black, hooded up, devious Rough rap constructor, unpredictable genius Cowardly lyin a** rappers get left spleenless State of mind is demonic and i'm still fiendin' [?] sent from hellfire so you can't extinguish Pluckin all you crab mc's off my penis [Verse 9: Swifty McVay] They don't wanna beef, i love scuffles I won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles 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 a** book for self defense See your health's at risk, you get smoked like cigarettes Keep it cool bro You wouldn't like me when i'm upset, scratchin your nose can be a threat It's true dog, i wipe you out the blue with a nine milly Slappin you silly, leavin rappers flatter than lilly Pads and its really Sad how the k** me Thinkin that they fresh, but ha! I'm not feeling [verse 10: Kuniva] Plans, power movements, i'm on some rude sh** I'm gittin' prodigy, for his SP, slap him and tell him that Keith Murray sent me Since he blocked 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 rappin, n** i'm with it Told my Runyon Ave n***a's i'd make em proud by bu*t f**in every hoe in Destiny's Child Seen Toto at a mobile, told Puffy it was over cause Faye signed to my label for a Range Rover My brains sober but i still can't think, because i keep seein Kelly Price in a black bikini Or something like that it was a topless thingy, i told her get naked let me f** her while she's singing