DJ Butter - Desperados lyrics

[Intro: Proof] Yo, aiyyo turn the heads up and the mics up We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin Supa Emcee, you know what I mean Bugz, Derty and all that, all that sh** You know what I'm sayin, Desperados is the cause, Eminem [Verse 1: Eminem] Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln Till it went over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids I'm going for your mids Here's a body blow for your ribs While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your b**h I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib Unless she told me a fib Then I'm gonna have both y'all get did Burning incense, facing a murder sentence Under intent, for investigation for k**ing infants While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wombs Slit your carpet and rugs, and f**ed your apartment up Sticking up arbor d**, and jumping in garbage trucks I'm from the sh**ty slums that look like the city dumps Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper She came home screamin a bunch of motherf**ers jumped her [Verse 2: Proof] Ay yo Pursue to list em, there's no need to diss em They be beheavin, make sure your whole breathing system Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the grave Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake I'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nuts I'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested s*uts Calling me a b**h n***a, you need to stop Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped I'm cut throat when any track runs, I smack nuns It's the rough method that makes m**ms run and pack guns I'm volcanic, the sermon preacher Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow Shoot down your mother ship and pimp slap mojo No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade n***a tried to go pop, and plus they minute made My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and trampled your flow Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it The best part of your show is when you put my name in it My squad, godly, fearin sh** hardly So I hope when I die, I dope like Chris Farley [Verse 3: Bugz] f** that! Who run sh**, watch these drums hit You dove head first into some old dumb sh** Here's a can of a** whip, for you to come get Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't f** with Bugz b**h I'll chop off her titti, have you s**ing one tit Them pink belly n***as is who you run with Making half a** songs, sh**ty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit Your entire outfit is on some bullsh** And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit I admit, that my style is unfit For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb sh** Like I commit larceny, get harmed quick You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get with This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic Don't risk it, you'll get your sh** split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm the persistent when it comes to bench sh** I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence I'm relentless to deny you're senseless Yo b**h paid my bill that's where the hell your rent went f** that! [Verse 4: Supa Emcee] I k**ed competition, with no way out as an opposition Execute the pa**engers on the flight my executive decision Then reminisce on how shady the business Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit Bombed in insentient One word in three in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish Beat the ref senseless No timeout extended play papers over your intermission And increasing the battlefield with the blood of Christians Cryin for the messiah, but he don't listen I pop my wing when I top the stove frame boil sizzling I fight a maniac cook, I do damage to kitchens f** Home Depot, I demolition When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics And pistol grip punks with a beef, b**h do you wanna get eaten [Verse 5: Stilla Shellz] I got a mind full of troubles Everything is in doubles I buy my guns in couples No time to replace fumbles Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow Injured from head to toe No fit a model, we full throttle You stuck in low, incapable to master flow Everything is tactical, living mathematical Watch master flow, unleash and let go I sh** like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minor Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, what Applying d**h-defying feets, maintain to keep my peace Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete [Verse 6: O-1] My president transitions has taken place As eyes spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-O Power he's cyphin not quality, I deal it Lays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it Keep their head bobbin, and the emotional sobbin Plus a cultural cipher after show, hoes be slobbin Knobs, love the f**in flavor of the icing Plus I'm precision, my double edge will continue slicin