D12 - Instigator lyrics

[Hook: Swifty McVay] (I'm an instigator) n***a, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak (I'm an instigator) n***a, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, 'til it hurts to breathe. f** with me [Verse 1: Kuniva] I love getting sh** started. I instigate a peace talk Into a beef talk until police need chalk To chalk you up. Have b**hes walking up Smacking you in your face; screaming that you talk too much Tell women you said you f**ed 'em Tell the hardest n***a you said you snuck him Ran his pockets and stuck him 'Til they gather in front of your crib, guns and long clips Laughing when they shoot at you over the wrong sh** I lock down your block with lies that's so believable You'll run and grab your shotguns, Glocks and nines Walking blind; excite fights until they erupt Instigate my own d**h cause k**ing you ain't enough [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I don't give a f** if we beefing or not: I'll squeeze first I'mma heat up your spot; I'm a n***a that breathe dirt On these streets every day, snatching n***a's yay How you b**hes needing work, you can get it from McVay I'm just spiteful. I tie a ho; a maniacal foul animal Liable to leave you strapped with your bible I'm psycho; my bullets won't fly by you You wanna k** me? You got the right to Ain't gotta wait 'til night to snipe you: if I don't like you You getting hit in broad daylight with a white rifle In front of your window: I'm looking right through I love when I see a n***a get stuck [Hook] [Verse 3: Kon Artis] (I'm an instigator) Drama tends to follow me, I know I probably owe all of my friends apologies Lie to every b**h just to get her to swallow me Get a lobotomy; n***a, this one's to my arteries Guns are a part of me: I pack more than pottery I ought'a be jailed for depicted mockery Egg on fights to plot on the n***as that shot at me I don't twist the truth I just make it Gothic, see I'm nothing but a liar with a big-a** mouth Dick and fists big enough to knock your b**h-a** out Got no reason to tell you the truth But to be honest with you, I rap with him but I don't like Proof [Verse 4: Proof] n***a, f** you. Me and Swift got plans to jump you Type of n***a to shake your hand and stomp you (I'm an instigator) Convince a tenth-grader To run up inside his cla**room and leave the kids [sprayed up] b**h, straight-up. This is the season For squeezing off triggers on n***as for no reason Either jump or quit running your mouth Pull a gun out, better use it 'til the bullets run out [Hook] [Verse 5: Swifty McVay] I throw a brick at your crib, have you standing on the porch Screaming "Look what you did!" I ain't feeling no remorse n***a, just pick up the kids. Swift got first dibs With these cherry-hot slugs that'll barbecue your ribs I'm preparing d**hbeds. Quick to bust lead While I'm staring at the Feds, tearing off they legs Once you drop dead, they'll be swearing it's a plague I'm sicker than a coke Rastafarian with dreads You get shanked if you move; ditched with no clues Dopest sh** on yo' tape was yo' skits and interludes And once I finish you, they wouldn't put it in the news I'm nuts, so you hoes ain't got the guts to interview [Hook]