D.K. - Beat goes on 2 lyrics

[Intro: D.K.] And The beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on Its ya boy D.K We got Slaughterhouse D12 Keep it goin.. [Verse 1: D.K.] Aye yo, i dont wanna force nobody to listen If you don't like it, then cut it f**ing off and stop b**hing Oh, still there? I guess you like it now listen I'm not beefin' with ya, how could I beef with a chicken? Hey, you motherf**ers are guessin' if I'm high, ya, I was poppin' pills in the kitchen Now you thinkin', what the f** you think D.K's thinkin'? Was he trippin' off the pocket p**y, that he was licking YO' i eat up p**y like its mother f**in' noodle soup Slip my dick through the tushy like a mistake in the loop Its like a....REWIND, why the f** am i explaining sh** Im a freak super hero with a cape on my dick You mother fruckers thought it was a joke, but now you stickin' with me I started with a local chick, but now i wanna go with Nicki But Katy Perry is single, i wanna stick my dick in And f** the fireworks outta that p**y, well only if she let me [Hook] And The beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on Now SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Check, around dudes that keep hollerin' for more smoke Talk slicker, end up with your jaw broke I always had to be different by law though n***as had guns, I was carrying a crossbow Quick to put a couple arrows in your torso Human Torch flow'll get rid of all of your false hopes When you make a little money they begin to hate ya So I keep animals with me—it's in my nature Not to be an instigator, but I been a savior Cause if you hear what they're doing on pen and paper Horrible punch lines, bad flow delivery And concept bars about concept cars n***as rap about lives they don't live As for me, got a few f**s I don't give Still I help out if need be - Joe Beezy A.K.A. I make it all look easy [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] And the beat goes on 'til the beat can't go no more This old .44 got a little red nose On it for you clowns, welcome to the Bozo Show Hang you frauds by your balls, where the rose go bro? I'm psychotic, I know you got an eye problem Approaching me is like seeing Nicki Minaj and Amber Rose out You a man--then why bother? I'll have your black-a** body wrapped in the white waters I couldn't edit the fact I'm like Farrakhan mad at Jesse Jackson I coulda k**ed you, though I shouldn'ta said it I push the pedal, so to the metal, my foot pathetic My only question to you homie, is why would you sweat it? I got the game in a Coogi sweater, middle of summer I heard them n***as with booty feather-ticklers is on ya Sneak up on ya, put the pistol on ya Twist ya like a chicken, put the rotisserie on ya [Verse 4: Crooked I] Uh-oh im f**in' up the whole segment Take ya b**h im tryna get her throat pregnant That mean im diggin both exists Have her walking off on some broke legs sh** Make her your Ex, and im f**in ya next b**h/ [Verse 5: Kuniva] It goes like this when I'm swervin' on the freeway Speedin' trough traffic, drag racin' with D.K It don't stop, see I boarded me a flight Touch down in Dubai, and I'm wallow for the night Spittin' to the Ladies, your boy is going crazy I smell weed flavors, like nothing can save me Detroit do it big, out here it's much iller It's hotter than a b**h, but my heat is more k**er Toast to my goons, we surround the room Post up with the guns down in our shoes We ain't being violent, we just wanna drink up Grab a young lady and do whatever we think of Shoutout to (?), your boy is getting lose Stumbled out with 2 b**hes, chuckin' up the deuce That's one night down, I ain't getting any sleep f** it I'mma stay up the week and the beat [Hook] And The beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on [Verse 6: Swifty McWay] Parking lot pimpin', sippin' on (?) mixed with Hennessy And hittin' on my bong, as I'm sitting in a car Ready to pull up girls' thongs, and haul a** (?) We got smashed, I couldn't even make it to the telly So I'm outside f**in' on the dash Then we woke up, early in the morning (?) Now I'm back in the liquor store, drinking (?) 9:30 in the morning my breakfast is blunts And when it comes to lunch, I'm at the strip bar Eatin' weed brownies with a bunch of b**hes and I'm far Away from this planet, I'm on bu*t 9 199 thousand times 9 I don't find trouble, trouble finds me But it's fine, I got a tech nine with me [Verse 7: Bizzare & (D.K.)] I'm so hiiiiigh! I'm higher than the ceilin' 4 in the mornin' watching "All My Children" Bizarre party, party real hard Coke and Hennessy, life of a rock star 16 Vicodin, 14 mescaline (Old school Cadillacs, we don't drive limousines) So fresh and so clean, like an OutKast member I can make it snow in mid December Kush, blunts, bottles of Moscato From Detroit to Aspen, Colorado (Sniff these pines, don't be nervous) 16 who*es from the escort service I'mma f** all 10 with no rubber (You nasty!) Probably die of AIDS in the middle of next summer Bizzare too high, in the middle of Dubai Smokin' Chocolate Thaaaaaai