[Swift]
My .44 be giving liposuction
I blow a hole through your stomach open it up you'll be spillin your own guts
I'm a mad man, a walking trash can
You get beat with my bare hands, f** a last chance
A mac-milli will smack you silly
The epitome of what really can be the definition of misery
I'm never missing im hittin it
I murder mittiney, curb stompin and puncturing kidney
They put a n***a on "Ripley's", b**hes I ain't working
I'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (n***a)
What a n***a need is a millimeter to eat
Have'em kissing on millipedes all in the street
[Bizarre]
In a fight, I'm first to throw a brick
First to load the clip, first to talk sh**
But the last one to split, when the sh** get thick
Stupid b**h get hit with the 4-5th
I'm a Ex-con who fought in Vietnam
Every night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh sh**)
My dick so many places, all I do is laugh
Big hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffes
I'm On "Fear Factor" eatin worms and broccoli
Tomato, Mustard, mixed with Guatamali
Started a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack"
I dj and scratch while he smoke crack
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Now who want it with (us)
Please don't forget (that)
If you don't it up we taking it
Cuz we don't want y'all to get it twisted at all
D12 don't give a f** about Nothing At All
Now who f**ing with (us)
Please don't forget (that)
If you don't give it up we takin it back
And We don't y'all to get twisted at all
D12 don't give a f** about nothing at aaaaaaaaaaaall
[Kuniva]
I'm sure ya mama told you, n***a that d** k** (yeah)
If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs will
Now everybody saying they real and they hug steal (fo' real)
'Till they find'em layin dead in this tub with blood spill
All over the floor, carpet to wall, I'm talking to y'all
You can call your peoples my n***a I'm sparking'em all
Barking at dogs that's bitin for real, starvin and fightin for meal
Bizarre got Vicodin pills
Swift And Denaun ain't likely to chill they hot headed
You a b**h yeah I said it
I bet if god let it happen then it's over
Kuniva's out of his wig (yeah)
I just shot up his crib and Knock the snot outta his kids
[Kon Artis]
Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to next life
You in the way and you subject to be one with this knife
I clear up a b**hes sight, Straight Lasik Surgery
Y'all run to emergency with an aching urgency
Yeah I'm nice, courteously escort you to the infirmary
7 mile, Runyon ave. 'Till they straight up bury me
You expect us to believe that you scrappin when it costs
When you bought a f**ing 40 for dog you lost
And ain't talking 'bout a dog you loss
I'm talking about a f**in puppy when I'm sayin 'bout a doggy loss
I scatter cries when I'm haulin off
Molotov a n***a cross his head with a bottle of Scotch
[Hook]
[Proof]
Don't get it twisted n***a we here n***a
Who ever said Scrapping isn't a sport
Got me and bizzy in court, shadowboxing an invisible a**ault
Proof gon give it to ya raw like O.D.B
Homey please who better than D-twease and Obie .T (Shady)
Phony G's walkin and talkin, Never co*king a caulk gun
Macauly Caulkin, actors we droppin ya coffins
When my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. list Tatted
So long from ya neck to ya a** cheek
And actually we're murderers load my Glock weeded
Your life is like fat people legs it's not needed
See how high P is, steamin in the snow like hot pee is
D12 we got this b*atch
[Hook]