D12 - Dirty, Filthy, Rotten, Scoundrels lyrics

sh** Shane Capone... the idiotic Bizarre Spit in your face [Bizarre] Shut the f** up, before your a** get knocked It's hard to talk, with a gun in your mouth Dirty Dozen, nuthin but bad news f** a b**h in the a** with a rubber Hush just used f** the pain, I don't give a sh** Tie me up and beat my a** cheek with hockey sticks (uh! "you're sick") I don't give a damn Smokin crack with Michael Jackson in the ???? ??? program Blaow, blaow! You hear this loud sound f**in the engineer's wife while he's mixin my songs down Walkin up in the elementary, lookin like a bum Watch some kid yell "He's got a gun!!!" I'm the shadiest n***a here to come out the Dirty Doz Do a song with you and tell people how wack your verse was ("sh**'s wack!") I'm laid back like John Forte' Who got a screw driver so me and my girl can have foreplay? [Hook] We some Dirty, Filthy, Rotten Scoundrels Dirty, Filthy, Rotten Scoundrels Dirty, Filthy, Rotten Scoundrels Dirty, Filthy, Rotten Scoundrels Dirtyyyyyy, Filthyyyyyy, Rottennnn, Soundrels Dirtyyyyyy, Filthyyyyyy, Rottennnn, Soundrels [Swift] We walk around this b**h triflin' Quick to sock a n***a while we cypherin' Rubber gloves, Black man rifled in my right hands Watchin rappers dash like hyphens Burnin y'all without the Tetracycline I'ma let your set know, I can get drunker than Jethro Just to run up on you, and crack you with this ???? Smash your vehicle, snatch your key and go You n***as think you got somethin to say, let me know Don't bite your tongue, f** it Rappers switch subjects When I'm steppin in they company, them hoes don't get budgets Snatchin briefcases with your hundreds Packin heat just in case you want it (nope) Bodies in abundance I have no feelings, tell you the truth - I'm known, b**h I'm lettin loose any affiliate you run with So pack your gun quick (n***a), cuz I'ma let you know You ain't got a bone to pick with me, b**h I f** so [Hush] Ay yo I'm iller than a white rapper usin the word n***a (WHAT!?) Got a conflict with my dick like Dirk Diggler Became sick in the brain since Bugz's d**h Whoever did it, I'm a bust a nose, slugs is left I'm harder than my dick when I'm watchin my first p**n Ill enough to k** your wife while she's havin her first born Leavin the hospital, in a voice just like Beavis Screamin "I need some!" while I'm holding up a fetus Spittin the hot sh**, nick name is godzilla (ugggh!) Natural born, undercover cop k**a On the reala, yo, you're just an enemy Bout to come up missing like a second John Kennedy Try to gamble with Swift, muthaf**a the bet's on Let Shane f** your b**h while Bizarre jacks off Hush, I'm crushing rappers while I'm somersaulting backwards Bustin nuts up in your mattresses, says nobody a better rapper [HOOK] [Shane Capone] What you motherf**az want, red dots when I pull it Unless your name's Pac, you ain't shakin 5 bullets Anymore, we hustle for cheddar, cheese, and mayo Quick to hit your city up with more felonies than Jayo We got murder for hire, all it takes is a call We leave you slumped over in the suburbs like Biggie Smalls Venomous lyrics, spittin sh** like pipe bombs Leave your maggot brain, hangin out the frame like Esham We some Dirty, Filthy But y'all ain't feelin this sh** We comin'/cummin' sicker than a syphilis dick When we spit, somebody find Puff Go tell him we got Jennifer hostage We gon' rape this little b**h, ain't none of y'all stoppin Cuz we raw doggin these b**hes and they a**hole with age Hell naw, this ain't range, but I got pistols on beret Big Capone up in this b**h like the return of the living dead And have your white born bloody sheets and a horse up in your bed Ain't no freestyle rapper, but I play for Bugz without no problem Have you stand around, look and dance, f**ed like Dennis Rodman If you didn't want this muthaf**in rap game twisted You should have never let Detroit listed (muthaf**a) [HOOK]