D12 - Devil's Night lyrics

[Verse 1: Eminem] I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil-worshipping Satan music So say your prayers, your 'Hail Mary's and Jesuses Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix Try to stop it but you can't do it A whole generation of kids blowing out their f**ing brains to this Kurt Cobain music. Students converted to 'caine users As soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it What's your name? [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] Judas Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this I got n***as that shoots to static. You don't understand How I'm all up in you n***as' TVs like Carole Anne I'm a poltergeist. Lyrically, I'm supposed to strike Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice (Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife I'm the type to go to gamblin' parties with trick dice I rob casinos. Slugs, eat those You'd think it was the devil feedin' you jalapenos Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes My fo'-fo', prone to make you n***as breathe wrong [Hook: Eminem] [x2] It's Devil's Night, it's Devil's Night [x2] Cause I came back to rule this time Cause I came back to take what's mine [Verse 3: Kon Artis] It's like I'm on the john, trying to sh** and get no response Constipated, b**h; tell these pigs to back off The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes Beat up strangers without a reason. I'm a an*s Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it Drop the hat sh**; I put my head on opposite and step backwards A walking zombie that's ornery Pulling armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camaraderie [Verse 4: Kuniva] I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best Hop on a motorcycle, busting wheelies over your chest Bystanders standing by, thinking 'oh, what a mess' Blast through every hickie that them b**hes put on your neck What the f** do you expect, when the slugs get dealt And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz had felt A deranged team, smoking ganja greens This carbine'll make your f**ing head shake like tambourines I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your [niece] From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet [Hook] [Verse 5: Bizarre] (Stop taking d**!) I'm trying My little boy is dying, he losing too much iron And if I die, it won't be because I got shot: It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock Taking d** is cool, that's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em up my a**; let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facing Police breakin' in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement (Jermaine!) A rapist that'll bust in your mouth I'll probably be in jail 'fore this f**ing album comes out I'm eighteen years old, still sh**ting the bed Beaten 'til I'm red; fed nothing but water and bread It's me again, f**ing dirty jinn So what if it burns, b**h, when I stick it in? No medication; I'm out of Percocet I lost my weed plus my f**ing diaper's wet [Hook]