D12 - Evil World lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre] This is a evil world, hahahahaha And right now I've got nothing to be happy about [Verse 1: Bizarre] My b**h is from Texas I eat brains for breakfast Don't be asking no questions You'll be dead in a second The Adderall phase, callin' all Jays Going both ways, k**ing all gays Psycho k**er, known drug dealer Be-be quiet, or get shot n***a Run in your house, rape your spouse k** everybody, save the mouse It's hard to talk, it's hard to talk Gun in your mouth, gun in your mouth Damn, I miss my mamma She looked like Michelle Obama I'm Norman Bates, 38, hit the ground, levitate She getting raped, only 8, she love the taste of chocolate cake Don't be asking no questions, I got an erection Love and affection, I got an obsession Ass for breakfast, she got a C-section Don't ask no questions, just enjoy the session [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I was raised with a hell of a lot of issues, n***a And I'ma take it out on anybody, I don't give a f** where you live at I could walk around your neighborhood with a strap Hollering, "where that b**h at?" With a bullet impact, push a n***a wig back I'm a insane n***a with a sick pa** I could f** up your present, it ain't no future in frontin' You know you ain't a threat, light as a feather I could go to jail, get my a** out, beat a n***a down on a tether Lightning strikes, I bring bad weather whenever I'm in the zone I'ma reign forever And they ain't ever gonna mistake me for a n***a That would back down, I invented vendettas Leaving evidence from the shelves (I did it) His dome looking like he caught a bad case of testis If you want a medal I'ma slap this metal Leave him open like animals in the jungle Eatin' the flesh, this beast from the west out of Seven Mile n***as out of town know better If you want to visit better pick up the hitter And dial the seven digits, ever spoke to a k**er? You f**ing with the realest, the one who ever did it I'm pointing horizontal, you shooting at the ceiling [Verse 3: Kuniva] Ceiling! n***a, we back in the building Get your wife, grab your money and your children We don't give a f** if you were sitting on a couple of millions We'll pop you like a everyday civilian Ain't nothing sweet this way n***a We're grown men, we don't play n***a You thinking about some metaphors My n***a been dead 9 years Still I think about him everyday n***a This ain't purple pills b**h we ain't smiling We ain't had an album out in 11 years Runyan Ave ready to start back wildin' Show us your favorite rapper's head We will sever his Pick a side, I'm ready to go to war We just came back from selling out a tour Get our name right or get it on the floor Written in your own blood Then we smear it on the door Life is Biblical, n***a worried about being lyrical Forgot how to actually be a real individual To be able to walk in a room And stare a man in the face And put fear in his heart without a pistol My phone stop ringing like it use to sh** is back to what I'm use to Now I can go back to having me holidays in peace And riding out all alone with my deuce deuce, bang!