D12 - Dumpin' lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] Ayo, yo, this is motherf**ing Eminem... Dirty Dozen 'Bout to show you how we set it when we come through Know what I'm saying, word up, b**h motherf**ers better raise up Y'all motherf**ers better raise up Ayo, buss it Ayo [Verse 1: Eminem] I'm a pit bull terrier, triple darin' ya Scarin' ya with a derringer Ready to make you wet like the submariner Tearin' ya frame out with homicidal lines Bringing the drama and the trauma to ya mama's vital signs (Blaow!) A verbal shot fired, this mic's been hot wired Uppercuts to your chin knocking your snot skyward Rappers wanna be screenplay actors So I'm givin' they spine fractures Like linebackers from the Green Bay Packers And roll over 'em backwards Dirty Dozen I'm someone you just don't wanna see like a nerdy cousin So keep your distance when I get this tense You see my fist clench? It's gonna be some bullets dispensed You besta keep your premises fenced You missed hits, any resistance, get you voided like misprints You'll end up with no teeth left making a beef threat When I roll up on your set, don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat [Hook 1: Eminem] When I get the bussin' You besta get to jumpin' I'm touchin' somethin' Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin' My beat's bumpin' You hear it thumpin' That oughta tell you somethin' b**h, I'm comin' through dumpin' Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin' Your blood starts clumpin' I'm comin' through dumpin' If you don't know, you best make an a**umption I got you slumpin' Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin' [Verse 2: Proof] A proven fact my pact got your whole team movin' back We never losin slack, I paid dues in rap I'm runnin 'til my shoes are tapped My writers use them gats, my thugs fuse them cracks Relax an catch a contact, to an amusin' track Slugs dispatched, on any street riz and mismatch My team'll get busy like rednecks on some 6 packs My fist crack the featherweight, my words'll never break A clever snake'll be forever fake, let me get this cheddar straight Makin' dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the art Me and the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark Weapons concealed until d**h, now see 'em My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium Knockin' domes out the ballpark, your dawg's is all bark, plus you got a small heart Now save them corny lines for Hallmark I wanna the sunny days & money paid in they figures A microphone fiend and on my own team there's fake n***as Mums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable They made the shop an stable, with gra** top the table The Glock enable when I pop the fatal, phonies that I plot prenatal wax The player haters never make it back I'm dumpin' [Hook 1: Eminem] [Verse 3: B-Flat] Ayo we don't say fat, we stay [scrow?] business The third n***a on the mic, representing [roughanopolous?] Ain't sh** stoppin' us, old school like Cold Crush Slice and dice MCs on the mic like cold cuts Live and direct, coming straight from the ghet' Where n***as keep it real and make these girls' panties wet I can't forget the DJ, he play, we say Funky type of sh** that make the crowd wanna flip We don't bust clips, guns is not in us But when sh** get deep, it's a must that we bust I'mma lay lead on the head, for afros and facing bald heads all way down to the dreads 40s to drink, endos we smoke and the rims that we ride on are true, deez spokes Tires, know a lot of Michaels but they don't live on Myers b**h's p**y tight, here come the dick pliers What's my name? [Homie Sire?] [Real wide?] on the mic like titty dancers on the fire [Hook 2: B-Flat] When you hear my beat, [?] live crowds jumpin', I'm comin' through dumpin' Other MCs like Doug E. Fresh ain't sayin' nuttin', b**h n***a Go to the church, I'll have the dick in cold humpin' (word up) Cause my sh** be coming through dumpin' [Verse 4: Eye-Kyu] When I'm lifted don't quizz this, it ain't worth it to risk it I quick with the gift, n twice as swift with the biscuit Headed back to ship off all the n***as a** around christmas They know it's the time of year, they be expecting my visits Doin 90 on the henzel, runnin to get it, n twizt u n***as like a pretzel Blows come in three like the godfather trilogy, I'm Micheal koleown with this mic, b**h u ain't k**in me Let me see some hands to make sure y'all feeling me I'm stickin you up for your rocks and y'all gon give em up wilingly Rap is my life n that's why every day I live it, punches holes in the floor Like wack rappers records, man every n***a in here is bringin in drama this big Then they time to come up shorter then bloods all midgits, shiiiit [Hook 3: Eye Kyu] Can you dig it, kyu coming through with something Guarentee to make ya whole f**in block jumpin' comin through dumpin' When we come, we got your knees cumblin, y'all n***as ain't sayin nothing Cause we comin dumpin' What you talkin? n***a get to walkin, see your b**h a** crew walkin, we gon get to dumpin' You don't want it, while headin back up off it, I'm a tell you how it is, n***a cause we dumpin'