D12 – Words Are Weapons

[available only on the European "bonus disc" edition]
[originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV"]

[Chorus: Eminem]
My words are weapons
I use ‘em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use ‘em to kill whoever’s steppin to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons
I use ‘em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use ‘em to kill whoever’s steppin to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

[Eminem]
Yo, the rage I release on a page
is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite
Onen I get behind the mic
it’s like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright
My fuckin grip is tighter than my wife’s vagina, psych
These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I guess it’s time to pick a different weapon, man the shit’s depressin
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
([Swift:] “Come on Slim, let’s go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson”)
They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative baby hold your head up, don’t you let up
one bit on these motherfuckin suckers you’re a soldier +GET UP+
STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, LONG AS YOU BREATHIN
THEY JEALOUS OF YOU MAN THAT’S THE ONLY REASON THEY BEEFIN!

[Chorus]

[Swifty McVeigh]
It’s that Dirty Dozen renegade
You done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38′sll move your shit up out the way
You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to say?
Let it out today or watch these bullets spray
from these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters
that’ll make Jeff Dahmer’s look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I’m +Dirty+, so I ain’t gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater, don’t let me see you with yo’ heater
You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packin somethin special in your crib then bitch get it
I’m physically fitted to run yo’ digits, I’m hostile (uh-huh)
with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
You get splitted and guess what, I’m blowin up the hospital
and wouldn’t give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I’m Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
Findin whores to lock ‘em up in motels to inject ‘em

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
I’m eatin crews like I’m Hannibal
There’s no way I can be the gay rapper
(Eminem: Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha)
Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch
Went to my mother’s grave site, called her a stupid bitch
One on one in this bloodsport
I’m in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how would you feel
if you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?
(It happens) I’m smokin dank drikin drank
I can’t have any kids cause I’m fuckin shootin blanks!
Don’t you know Bizarre don’t give a fuck?!
Nicole’s a whore – I’m glad O.J. murdered the slut (uhh!)
Responsibility – I’m negligent
Bill Clinton’s a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!)
Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
while I stick it up yo’ ass while you shittin diarrhea

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Yo!

D12 – These Drugs

[available only on the European "bonus disc" edition]

[Chorus 1]
It’s (it’s) be (be) cause (cause) of (of)
these drugs I do; that’s why I do the things, I do
Be.. cause.. of..
these drugs I do; that’s why I do the things, I do

[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
It was like.. whoahh and then the fuckin room started spinnin and shit
And my friend came in he was like, “Yo! Yo! Em! Em!
You puttin that shit up your nose again?”
And I was like, “Naw” nuttin like – everything was just spinnin
I couldn’t even see and like, he started to look like a monster n shit
Then I just started laughin and threw up all over the fuckin floor
It’s crazy

[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1]
It’s because, of these drugs, that I do, that make me
do these things, that I do, do these things, that I do

[Eminem]
My music is therapeutic for whoever’s there to use it
It’s like, Lucifer’s here to influence listeners through it
You probably do what it said to do just from listenin to it
It’s got the power to get you to do it (c’mon)
So when the shit comes on, I wanna see some shit jump off
Some bitch get slapped, some motherfuckin kid get stomped
So get this song, go run out and buy this disc
And try this shit, as much coke as I just did
Cause times like these, got me doin lines like these
Plus I grab a pencil every time that I light weed
It’s probably because of the drugs Shady does what he does
and is what he is, I’m dizzy Bizzy visit these kids

[Bizarre]
Hey Stephanie (hi!) Let’s take some ecstasy (okay!)
Now pull your pants down bitch and have sex with this dog next to me
(huh?) ‘Til I’m dead I’m takin blunts to the head
Needles in my broken leg, listen to Grateful Dead
These mescalines got me sure
that I can fuck any whore with genital warts on the Warped Tour
Who slipped this downer in my Snapple?
Cussin out Interscope (Bizarre, you’re signed to Capitol!)
Fuck it, I was born with half a brain
Sniffin ‘caine, at celebrity basketball games
You motherfuckers think I’m a gimmick
cause I got a Cash Money tattoo and roll with No Limit (UNNNNGGGHHH!)
The last time I sniffed blow
I ended up in Denver, Colorado at an Iggy Pop show
Bizarre be smokin a half a pound
Fuckin the engineer’s wife, while he’s mixin my song down

[Chorus 1]

[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
It’s like, back when I first went on tour
I like, went crazy I was like out of control
And – just was fuckin wasted every night, like
wakin up the next morning like – where the..
Where the fuck am I at, what the fuck is goin on
you see what I’m sayin? I was just like, out of control

[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1]

[Swifty McVay]
These Benadryls got me stiffer than a mannequin
Eight years old swallowin Anacins, standin over my bannister
Laughin with a chromed out caliber (hahahahaha)
The weed that I’m sellin is black look like the back of a tarantula
I keep a substantial amount of aspirins in my Acura
Smashin it, after framin a nigga with smack and dust
I’m scandalous, drugs been ran for months
Crackin capsules to expand our blunts
I rolled it up and take the pressure to the head
Now I’m lookin like a extra on “Night of the Living Dead”
until they find me on a stretcher
I’m quick to sample anything, bitch you got a tester?
This crank’ll have me blowin up banks like Uncle Fester

[Proof]
Ahhhh.. watch tonight, you’ll admit that I’m a fiend
Pop beans, ‘scalines, along with amphetamines
Ghetto kings, meddling with the smell of greens
Got a Jell-o spleen, and see yellow rings (ohhhhhh)
Blue pills, and purple mushrooms
(Hey little girl, you got a curfew, don’t you?)
Missin since yesterday, perfect just for rape
See I’m on judgment day, numb from special K
Two tabs of X and vitamin C
Swallow Hennessey along with Tylenol 3
Grindin the teeth at the signs of the E
I lost six days at a time in the week
The crime in the street hold your parents for ransom
while D-12 gang rape Marilyn Manson
In twelve hours we blow a pound of the chronic
Barf at my stomach linin, drown in my vomit

[Chorus 1 - 2.5X]

[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
Cause I like, I always tell people – yknowhatI’msayin like
If you got an addiction, don’t admit, to nobody, yknowhatI’msayin?
Keep that shit to yourself; because if anybody sees that, yknahmsayin
when you’re out in the public eye and shit
they’re always gonna think that you’re on that shit even if you’re not
That’s why I always tell my friends, knowhatI’msayin but
I mean, like for me, I don’t give a fuck
I’ll probably end up, dyin from this shit one day
Probably pick up a newspaper in the morning and it’s like
“Eminem dies from, drug overdose” – youknowhatI’msayin? And
And my friends, they ain’t no fuckin better, yknowhatI’msayin?
They ain’t nothin but influences, bad influences to me, y’know
It’s peer pressure, shit is like all peer pressure
That’s what it boils down to – and, I give in to it
So do they..

[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1 - 2x]

D12 – That's How (Skit)

[Shit Can Happen Being Performed Live]
[Fan Throws shit on the stage]
[Music Stops]
[Kon Artist:]
Now I know you didn’t just throw shit up on this stage, bitch ass nigga!
[Fan:] Yeah, FUCK YOU!
[Kon Artist:] Fuck me?
[Fan:] Yeah!
[Kon Artist:] NIGGA, FUCK YOU!
[Punching]
[Fans Cheering]
[D12 laughing]
[Kon Artist:] Fucking faggot ass nigga!
That’s how nigga’s get fucked up!

D12 – That's How…

[scratched:] “Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews..”
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That’s how people get fucked up
[scratched:] “Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews..”
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That’s how people get fucked up

Yo, if you a loudmouth, tryin to wild out
And we see just how you layin and we peeped yo’ style out
(You a punk!) When you chillin out in front of your truck and get stuck
[D-12] That’s how niggaz get fucked up

No love at home with your kinfolk
And the world just keep fuckin with your mental
And all these kids makin fun of your trenchcoat
[D-12] That’s how students get shot up

Hatin on us but you come to our show
(Fuck them niggaz) I crowd surf and you let me go
(Oh no!) Whup yo’ ass when I get off the flo’, just so you know doe
[D-12] That’s how haters get fucked up

When the police pull you over and shit
Then find ganja, now every month they checkin on yo’ piss
They gettin mad cuz you ain’t come back since, and now they sweatin you
[D-12] That’s how P.O.’s get fucked up

When your mans hook you up with a bitch
over the phone and when you see her she ugly as shit (god damn!)
Now at the end of date she want a kiss, AND some dick
[D-12] That’s how blind dates get fucked up

Sayin we not a real crew with a lot of skill
And only one nigga in our crew make the dollar bills
Y’all fools just mad cause y’all ain’t got a deal
[D-12] Local rappers talk too much

(We gon’ rob this bank) but you roll with punks
Manager tripped the alarm and you all get stuck
Cops got AK’s, y’all only got pumps – that shit’s just dumb
[D-12] That’s how Cousey got locked up

When yo’ ass wanna walk in a club
Instead of tellin you to wait, the nigga wanna push and shove
(Move!) Then get trampled from the niggaz you brung, so move over
[D-12] That’s how bouncers get fucked up

[scratched:] “Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews..”
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That’s how people get fucked up
[scratched:] “Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews..”
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That’s how people get fucked up

Yo, ha, when you get your guns out of the stash
And gather all your homies up to go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finish y’all run out of gas – you better haul ass
[D-12] That’s how drivebys get fucked up

Mixin weed with the brew, ecstasy and Kahlua
Gasoline fumes, nitrous balloons
Acid tab-lets and the magic mushrooms
[D-12] That’s how D-12 get fucked up

(Hey I like your records) but my album ain’t dropped
(Dr. Dre’s my favorite) bitch get off his jock
Got a backstage pass and I need to get off; wanna meet da-d-Doc
[D-12] That’s how groupies get tossed up

Drop out of school, take drugs and molest sluts
Got your girlfriend suckin on my left nut
Your parents don’t like me, but guess what?
[D-12] Cause Bizarre don’t give a fuck

Chokin your wife all in front of your peeps (bitch!)
She toss a brick through the window of your Jeep
Get back together by the end of the week, that’s so sweet
[D-12] Slim and Kim argue too much

Invite a hoe to your house while your bitch is out
Now you got your dick all up in her fuckin mouth
Pull it out and then you bust off on her favorite blouse
[D-12] That’s how Clinton got caught up

Steal cars, wreck bars, get fucked up beyond
recognition walk in tipsy clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs and fuck bitches and dogs
[D-12] That’s how Runyan Ave. is cut

When your life wasn’t raised up right
Then see your mother comin home with different niggaz every night
And then you run into the one you don’t like; so get the FUCK lost
[D-12] That’s how step-dads get fucked up

[scratched:] “Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews..”
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That’s how people get fucked up
[scratched:] “Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews..”
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That’s how people get fucked up
[scratched:] “Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews..”
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That’s how people get fucked up
[scratched:] “Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews..”
[D-12] This is how it happens to you
[D-12] That’s how people get fucked up

D12 – Steve Berman (Skit)

[Eminem]
Hey Steve, Vanessa said you waned to see me

[Steve]
Marshall, I can call you Marshall right?

[Eminem]
Uhh, sure

[Steve]
Good, sit the fuck down for a second

[Eminem]
Okay

[Steve]
Do you just fuckin hate me?

[Eminem]
Hate you?

[Steve]
What the fuck have I ever done to you?
Your last record, we got lucky
This D12 album is fucked

[Eminem]
What’s wrong with it?

[Steve]
I don’t wanna rape my grandmother
I don’t wanna have sex with pitbulls
I wanna roll on dubs, I want throw bows, I wanna rock prada

[Eminem]
Rock prada?

[Steve]
And who the fuck is this Bizarre guy?

[Eminem]
What do you mean

[Steve]
Do you need a cat-scan?
Where the fuck did you find this guy

[Eminem]
I mean, I’ve known him like…

[Steve]
This album’s never coming out

[Eminem]
Steve, you’ve only heard one song

[Steve]
Fuck you
Get the fuck outta here
Now

[Eminem]
Okay, okay, shit

D12 – Shit Can Happen

Bitch
Yeah…

[1] – Shit can happen [8X]

[Kon Artis]
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
That’s right motherfuckers we back
Same slanging, orangatangin, wilding out on hoodrats
They say I act like I’m too famous to say hi
And tell ‘em what my name is but really I’m still nameless…
You niggas don’t get it yet do you
Dealing out platinum or flop I still put it through you
Wit a luger that’ll spit fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah
You think for one second since we got a deal
That we won’t deal wit you in front of St Andrew’s still?
You gay rappers better learn that
I won’t stop until I see ‘em turn back
If you don’t slow that roll you got
You gonna see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac
For’ sure’ that, ask the others
But gator lay you down next to your mother’s mother’s grandmother

[Kuniva]
You know I’m feeling real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don’t even like
The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
I gives a fuck about it like the next selling Clippers’ game
I kill you in ways you couldn’t even fathom
You and your madame, it’s really unexplainable how I have ‘em
Who call theyself screaming about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it
She was knock kneed I fucked her now she’s bow legged
In the middle of rappin I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin
Kuniva and Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing

[HOOK: 1- in background]
[Kon Artis]
Now this aint funny so don’t you dare laugh
Shit can happen in him and yo’ ass
You can be touched don’t think you can’t
Cause niggas aint fucking around no more man [repeat]

[Swifty McVay]
The feds can’t hold me, I hold feds
I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head
Raining acid, you can’t refrain from gettin yo’ ass kicked
Cause you talk too much you ask for it
I’m on some massive shit, everybody ignore me
They wouldn’t fuck with me if I was performin at an orgy
These niggas get confronted, then they change stories
I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory
I even have you pour me the gasoline for me
Pulling up slowly, cocktailin’ your homie [CRASH]
You met a lot niggas which you wouldn’t wanna know me
Yo’ ass might not even make it home wit your rollie
Don’t even try, in your system like e coli
Trying to beef with me, nigga please yo’ people die
I’m so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally
I survived the abortion immediately, SURPRISE! AH!

[Eminem]
Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin
Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns
So when the cops come knocking each hand’s got one
Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs
One man army, guns can’t harm me
Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can’t stop airing out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flipped and censorship
Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite
I been giving it a hundred and ten percent
Cause when I’m bent most of my energy’s spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennessey
Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten’s because I love being under your skin
Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin
Quit the yappin or I’ma lift the mack and
That can lead to another mishap happening
Skip the crap get the can of whoopass cracking

[HOOK]

[1- continues in background]
[Eminem]
It can and it will (nigga)
Fuck around with Amityville and you DIE
Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
With their personalities split
Fucking you up wit hit after hit
Sticking you up with clip after clip
Making you suck dick after dick
Dirty motherfucking dozen
The Kon Artis, motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the Kuniva
Dirty father fucking Harry
Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get buried
All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cocks
We are not playing, we are not playing
We are not bullshittin, this is not a motherfucking joke…

D12 – Revelation

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go to school.. I don’t need no education
I don’t wanna be like you.. I don’t wanna save the nation
I just wanna live my life.. everyday a celebration
One day I’ma leave this world.. I’m waitin for the revelation

[Bizarre]
I wanna kill myself! I’m still debatin
In front of a baptist church, masturbatin
Prayin to Satan – think I’m crazy cause I smoke crack
live on the mat in a two-family flat? (Fuck it)
Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broom
My moms on her period, my dad’s in my room (Daddy no!)
I got ten rocks and I need to get out
I sold them in five minutes, at my own damn hause (Moms smoke crack)
My poor grandmother, God bless her soul
The bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cold (hahaha)
There’s three things that keep me from bein a Nazi
I’m black, a fag, and my dad’s Liberace

[Kon Artis]
No matter how bad the beatin, I went to school cheatin
My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin
Skipping the school I had to have nuts just to do it
Got bored and became truant
When I had the gall to go I just couldn’t do it
I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shit
How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel
Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow
Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparel
like me, outcast, last in class
First to leave, when the teacher called on me
Best believe I had somethin up my sleeve

[Eminem]
I’ve been praised and labeled as crazed
My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage
An angry teenager, nothin can change me back
Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac
I was boostin, so influenced by music I used it
as an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid
No one can tell me nothin hip-hop overwhelmed me
to the point where it had me in a whole ‘nother realm
It was like isolatin myself was healthy
It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy
Compelled me to excel when school it failed me
Expelled me and when the principal would tell me
I was nothin, and I wouldn’t amount to shit
I made my first million and counted it
Now look at, a fuckin drop-out that quits
Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it
That’s why

[Chorus]

[Swifty McVay]
I was raised with a rifle and mask
Steadily beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past
(bitch) I was never on that punk shit; fuckin around
can get yo’ belove abducted, smothered in blood quick
You couldn’t pay Swift to give a fuck
Was crazy like my father, it musta been poison in that nigga’s nut
Far as probation, fuck peein in cups
I violate at any time, let ‘em see the blunt
I grew up steadily masturbatin inside of cells
Young as hell, havin conversations with myself
You could tell I wasn’t lenient, a disobedient
Lynched and slapped teachers, bitch I’m not readin it
You don’t know what dawgs go through, a little nigga
Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon’ do?
I’m quick to curse you, I told my mother that I’ma hurt you
if you ever again mention a curfew

[Kuniva]
Look, my family ignored me and I don’t like that
They don’t even listen when I tell them I’ll be right back
(Yeah whatever) This nice beautiful house ma, it don’t mean shit
Cause you know daddy’s a drunk and he don’t clean shit
And yesterday he hit me like a grown fuckin man
I couldn’t stand up to him, I just ducked and ran
I’m sick of this, I wish on Christmas
that I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this
(Fuck it) I got no friends and I can’t get a bitch
Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips
Nothin to smile about, I’m about to lose my mind
Got me an automatic nine, now I’m ballin out

[Proof]
Wait ’til school’s over, pu-pil are people to shoot through
Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two
Since my fame is this new dude, in this high school
Losin his noodle learn that people don’t like you
The football jocks is, spittin on him
Popular kids in school is now pickin on him
Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him
And his teacher in his english class keep flippin on him
And now he’s grounded with no allowances
for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors
And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?
Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoat
All I ever seen is.. {violence, violence}
Told me to keep silent, stepped back in my eyelids
It’s apparent that my parents weren’t parents at all
That’s why I blew out my brains and murdered you all

[Chorus]

D12 – Purple Pills

[Chorus:]
I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice but who’s countin’
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills

[Eminem:]
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of Valium inside her palm
It’s Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can’t describe the vibe I get
When I drive by 6 people
And 5 I hit
Ah shit
I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch
And stomped the foster kids
These shrooms make me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losing weight
Till I see dumb shit start happenin’
Dumber than Vanilla Ice trying to rap again
So bounce, bounce, c’mon bounce
I said c’mon bounce
Everybody in the house with a half an ounce
Not weed I meant coke dumb ass sit down
We don’t bullshit, better ask around
D12 throws the bombest bash in town
Bizarre, your mom is passing out
Get her ass on the couch ‘fore she crashes out

[Kon Artist & Kuniva:]
Fuck that, someone help Denaun
He’s upstairs naked with a weapon drawn
Hey Von
You see me stepping on these leprechauns?
It gotta be acid cause the X is gone
Ya I took them all dog with some parmesian
And I think my arm is gone
It’s probably numb
Young, dumb, and full of cumm
And I think he ’bout to swallow his tongue
Scary ass it was a false alarm
You think I’m ’bout to die when I just got on
So stop acting stupid
You so high
That you might wake up with a guy
On some new shit
I think I did too much
This substance equals cups
Red pills, blue pills, and green
Big pills (That’s I’ll)
Mescaline

[Chorus]

[Hook:]
Dirty Dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That’s why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some-, something, something, something
Something, something, something, something

[Proof:]
Pop pills
Pills I pop
Pop two pills
On stilts I walk
Snorted two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought it was Incredible I killed the Hulk
I wanna roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I’m old and gray
Look for coke to smoke
I overdose
When I pack up my nose with coke
[Cough cough cough]
Am I supposed to choke
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Ah, poor baby
Born by whore lady
And I’m gonna strangle a – (You’re crazy!)

[Swifty:]
I pop four E’s at one time
And I don’t need water when I’m swallowing mine
(You got any shroom?)
Does Bizarre smoke crack?
We can’t get job
Because our arms show tracks
Why the hell you niggas think I rap?
I do it just to get your company hijacked
If you like smack
Then I might too
(Swift, chill)
I just wanna get high like you
And I don’t give a damn if they white or blue
Speed, shrooms, down the Valiums
Even smoke weed outta vacuums
I just got some and I’m going back soon

[Chorus]

[Bizarre:]
I’m at rave
Looking like a slave
High off chronic
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Pussy poppin’, acid-dropping, dope heavy guy
Heroine mescaline pencilnecks, wanna try
Blue pills, golden seals
Got Bizarre actin’ I’ll
Drugs kill (Yeah, right)
Bitch I’m for real
Shut your mouth you dirty slut
You know you want it in your butt
I’ll put it in your cunt
Let Bizarre nutt

[Chorus]

D12 – Pistol Pistol

[Bizarre]
Yeah, welcome to Amityville

[Swifty]
Detroit, nigga!

[Bizarre]
The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha!

[Chorus - Eminem]
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this two
Sorry officer, I don’t care how pissed I get you
but I don’t go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[Swifty McVay]
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
see I’m backwards – I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they must’ve been wanting to meet the Lord
when my parents talk to me they’ve got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I’ll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There’s no tomorrow for any nigga, we’ll shower you
young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain’t gotta lie to you

[Proof]
Stepped in the door waving the four-four
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my tongue yayo, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you’re a FAG
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I’m a gangsta, now THAT’S gangsta
Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain’t nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I’m the hot nigga that’s gonna put hell outta business
It won’t be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shit’s a game and we’re bluffing for fame?
I’ll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains

[Chorus]

[Kuniva]
The only time that I’m at piece/peace is when I’m close to one
cause I don’t know what’s waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it’s my way of life and it works
these cowardly niggas’ll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That’s why I’m heated, you never know who starts creepin
waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping
I’d rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic

[Gunshot]

[Kon Artis]
You know the sound when I’m spinnin round
spittin these rounds from fo’ pounds
while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
from they’re mouths as they possibly allow
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
bullets whistle and hit you while I’m shooting at five-0
Some semi-automatic for static’s the motto
spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
This nine’ll turn a softy to a hard rock
it’ll make Jehova’s Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
It’ll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
it’ll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)
It’ll make Holyfield start fighting
it’ll make Ma$e say “Fuck church!” and go back to writing
It’ll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
it’ll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall
It’ll make Christopher Reeve start walking
it’ll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It’ll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
it’ll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
It’ll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
it’ll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
It’ll make Ike stop beating Tina
it’ll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
Christina Aguilera… HA HA HA HA!

[Eminem-Chorus]

[Swifty]
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
cause if you don’t – you’re FINISHED – flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up

[Bizarre]
Look at where the fuck we stay at!
Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!
Fuck around with us, you get popped

D12 feat. Dina Rae – Pimp Like Me

Whattup
I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth
This is straight G shit
And all you can do is respect it

[Swifty McVay]
Well I’ma state my name, Swift McVay
None of y’all niggaz got shit to say
Rhymes keep comin off like a toupee
Plus I’m big headed runnin things my way
A selfish man, the back of the hand
Be slappin the hell out of hoes because I can
Prostitute, I want my loot
And I don’t give a fuck about your broke-ass man and
Y’all givin niggaz what they needin
’til bitches understand I’m mean and
Swift McVay is, blowin up
Courvosier ’til I’m throwin up
Wanna playa hate me, bitch so what?
What’s yo’ function? Where’s yo’ bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much (hah)
D-12, naturally lifted
You niggaz better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck wit me, I fuck wit you
Your entourage, nigga fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell your little twenty-two gon’ do?
(Y’all ain’t gon’ shoot)
Y’all major soft
Cops gettin mad cause I paid ‘em off, made ‘em cough
blood and shit
That’s what the hell you motherfuckers get, we runs this bitch?
So hey, you ain’t gotta be scared to fuck
If you want head, then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don’t care to nut
For every stroke, it’s a hundred bucks
Respect the game, you just a slut
So open your legs up and get my duck

[Chorus: Eminem w/ Dina Rae]
You just a .. (hoe)
You just my .. (hoe)
Dirty-ass .. (hoe)
I’m yo’ pimp, you my bitch
[repeat first part 3X]

Go get my .. (dough)
Go bring me my .. (dough)
Dirty-ass .. (hoe)
I’m yo’ pimp, you my bitch

[Proof]
I don’t spit game, no longer than my name
Then when my chain hang, my nuts do the same
Don’t pay pussy, pussy pay me
Bitch, slut, whore or lady (yup)
And knowin the fact, I was born to mack
That’s why I got a hoe in the back, blowin my sac
Got good game, that’s a hood thang
What’d you brang, loot or poo-tang?
Let ‘em all bang, run that cheese
Tell that trick nigga (come back please!)
Rob a L7, that’s a square
You a bottom hoe, you got to know
Off you I plan to make a lot of dough
So suck fast bitch, and swallow slow
[swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Bitch quit talkin back
[swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Now walk the track

[Kon Artis]
I don’t pay for ass, you pump my gas
You get slapped when we’re short of cash
I get whiplash when I hit the gas
And I holla out the window of the hatch
Where’s my scratch? Bitch, that’s, it
Suck it stroke it make me rich
As a token of my appreciation it’s
another client for you to hit
I don’t give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids
You shoulda picked another occupation trick
Now you’re stuck with me, fuck with me
and I’ma slap you up in this truck
You must be out your mind or somethin
Cryin and whinin like you tired or somethin
Go suck some head until it aches for Bufferin
You don’t work? You make nothin
I’m just another case of a lazy husband

[Kuniva]
I want the paper stack
Buy you an outfit, then take it back
When you page me BITCH I never page you back
You only act a certain way that I make you act (whattup)
Hoes recognize, and niggaz do too
Cause they realize that niggaz do shoot
Don’t like a chick that act too cute
Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops (oh yeah)
And don’t be askin me, all kind of questions
All harassin me, callin stressin
Or I may have to release some aggression
Beat you to death and teach you a lesson
Lookin for handouts like you my damn spouse
Pull your pants down and fuck my mans now
Shut your damn mouth or get in the damn house
Off with the damn blouse and suck on my damn crotch

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
Sell that pussy
Sell that pussy bitch
Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich
You gotta itch, you fuckin dirty bitch
Now get on the corner, and start suckin some dicks
Niggaz want pussy, and I need cash
So mom, get out there and start sellin yo’ dirty ass
Bizarre quick to hit ‘em, and then stick ‘em
Fuck it; I’ll let you hit one of my victims
(Somebody help I’m on 7 Mile and ..)
Shut up bitch, you talk too much
Now you about to get fucked in your dirty butt
You never seen a pimp like me, out here whorin
Shut your fuckin mouth and you’ll be out by the mornin
Cause I’m the dirties pimp, you ever heard of
Give me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger (bitch!)
Go suck dick in the back of the party
So what if you on your period, blood never hurt nobody

[Chorus]

[Eminem w/ Dina Rae]
You just a .. (hoe)
You just a .. (hoe)
That’s all you is .. (hoe, hoe, hoe)
You just a, dirty ass bitch
A dirty ass, nasty ass, stinky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch
(Oooh, ooh-OOOH) Hahahahaha… (lahhh-aHHH)
But I love you… (hahaha) .. Kim (mmm)

[Outro]
And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimpin
You heard it here first, from the Dirtiest Dozen
you ever seen in yo’ god damn life
Yo this is Rondell Fiend on the scene
And we keep the pussyholes smilin, because we always whylin
YouknowhatI’msayin? Fuck all what everybody else talkin about
We let you know right here
Big pimpin, it ain’t dead, we love gettin head, in a dirty-ass bed
That’s just what we do
You know we was throwin heroin pimp parties back in 1968
The pussy is all great
I’ll see you at eight, bitch

D12 feat. Obie Trice – Obie Trice

Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce
of the Motown sounds on W-Down, ha ha
Give a big shout out to Runyan Ave.
and them Detroit players, y’knowhatImean?
And we gonna go to the phone lines right now
Caller.. [BEEP]

Caller my ass! You know who this is
Look I’m mad as hell
First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon’ get me on his album
No show I didn’t get on it
Then he signed these niggaz D-12, these lil’ punk ass niggaz
Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new motherfucker named

[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, first I took the underground over
The well-known asshole brought y’all whore
Then the industry start interestin me
Now I’m Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP
Mr. Trice, the name has occured
in your conversation, but the face is a blur
And if you never spoke my name, nigga you heard
Got word, from that mega bitch that stay bootleggin
Underground since the Fu-Schnickens
Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin with them stupid bitches
Different species (AHHH!)
Shittin on you punk motherfuckers
with a Dirty Dozen type of feces

D12 – Instigator

[cut 'n scratched: "I'm an instigator" -> Swifty McVay]

[Chorus: Swifty McVay]
“I’m an instigator” – nigga can’t you see?
“I’m an instigator” – ain’t nobody worse than me
“I’m an instigator” – I’ll be the first to beef
first to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak
“I’m an instigator” – nigga can’t you see?
“I’m an instigator” – ain’t nobody worse than me
“I’m an instigator” – I’ll be the first to beef
first to squeeze, ’til it hurts to breathe, fuck with me

[Kuniva]
I love gettin shit started
I instigate a peace talk into a beef talk until police need chalk
to chalk you up, have bitches walkin up
Smackin you in your face, screamin that you talk too much
Tell women you said you fucked ‘em
Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him
Ran his pockets and stuck him
‘Til they gather in front of your crib, guns and long clips
Laughin when they shoot at you over the wrong shit
I lock down your block with lies that’s so believable
you’ll run and grab your shotguns, glocks and nines (whattup)
Walkin blind, excite fights until they erupt (do it!)
Instigate my own death cause killin you ain’t enough

[Swifty McVay]
I don’t give a fuck if we beefin or not, I’ll squeeze first
I’ma heat up yo’ spot, I’m a nigga that breathe dirt
On these streets every day, snatchin niggaz yea
How you bitches needin work, you can get it from McVay
I’m dispiteful, I tie a hoe a maniacal foul animal
liable to leave you strapped with yo’ bible (fo’ real)
I’m psycho, my bullets won’t fly by you
You wanna kill me? {*explosion*} You got the right to
Ain’t gotta wait ’til night to snipe if I don’t like you
You gettin hit in broad daylight with a white rifle
In front of yo’ window I’m lookin right through
I love when I see a nigga get stuck..

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]
“I’m an instigator” – drama tends to follow me
I know, I probably owe all of my friends apologies
Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me
Get a lobotomy nigga this one’s to my arteries
Guns are a part of me I pack more than pottery
I oughta be jailed for depicted mockery
Egg on fights to plot on the niggaz that shot at me
I don’t twist the truth I just make it gothic see
I’m nothin but a liar with a big-ass mouth
Dick and fists big enough to knock your bitch-ass out
Got no reason to tell you the truth
But to be honest with you I rap with him but I don’t like Proof

[Proof]
Nigga fuck you, me and Swift got plans to jump you
Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you
“I’m an instigator” – convince a tenth grader
to run up inside his classroom and leave the kids..
Bitch wait up, this is the season
for squeezin off triggers on niggaz for no reason
Either jump or quit runnin your mouth
Pull a gun out, but I use it ’til the bullets run out

[Chorus]

[Swifty McVay]
I throw a brick at your crib, have you standin on the porch
screamin, “Look what you did!” I ain’t feelin no remorse
Nigga just pick up the kids, and Swift got first dibs
with these cherry hot slugs that’ll barbecue your ribs
I’m preparin deathbeds, quick to bust lead
while I’m starin at the Feds, tearin off they legs
Once you drop dead they’ll be swearin it’s a plague
I’m sicker than a coke rastafarian with dreads
You get shanked if you move, ditched with no clues
Don’t put shit on yo’ tape but yo’ skits and interludes
And once I finish you they wouldn’t put it in the news
I’m nuts so you hoes ain’t got the GUTS to INTERVIEW

[Chorus]

[cut 'n scratched: "I'm an instigator" to fade]

D12 – Fight Music

[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can’t refuse it
It’s just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don’t have to ask who produced it
You just know – that’s the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
and drastic movement of people actin stupid

[Kon Artis]
I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smelling like Boone’s Farm
hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that’ll steal from his own moms
Conniving Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screaming, “Let’s get it on!”
A lush that love to drink, drunk driving a tank
Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
It’s drastic, I’m past my limit of coke
I think I’ll up my high by slitting your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, ’til it’s mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music!

[Bizarre]
You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn’t cum (oh)
Smacked this whore for talking crap (bitch)
So what if she’s handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn’t rap
I fucking hate you; I’ll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
eating a hot dog reading the Holy Qu’ran, while I’m on the john
Tired of wearing this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here’s a gun, I’ll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill’s arms
Fuck your love songs

[Chorus]

[Proof]
Just bring who you gon’ bring on, who you gon’ swing on?
I’m King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16′s and one pump [click-clack]
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you running out this fucking club in your drawers
We loving the broads, there’s nothing to applaud
But fuck it it’s all good, the hood is up in The Source
It’s fight music

[Swifty McVay]
I’m a nigga that loves scuffles
And won’t hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
I’m like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the precinct saying, “You hear that?”
I slap your freak, bump you and won’t speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talking
Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made ‘em drop his coffin
It’s fight music!

[Kuniva]
These beads I’m swinging is stinging ‘em
See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I’m bringing ‘em
If any nigga looking too hard, we Rodney King’n ‘em
Malice green to them and gasolinin ‘em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at ‘em or spit it at ‘em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hooking, right when your wife’s looking
Fuck fight music, bitch this is losing your life music!

[Eminem]
If I could capture the rage of today’s youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
and hypocrites who think the same shit but don’t say shit
You Liberace’s, Versace’s, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you’re NOT me
You’ll never STOP me, I’m TOP speed as you POP me
I came to save these new generations of babies
from parents who failed to raise ‘em cause they’re lazy
to grow to praise me I’m makin ‘em go crazy
That’s how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I’ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I’m sic’d on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it’s called..

[Chorus]

It’s fight music!

D12 – Devils Night

[Eminem]
I make music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music
So say your prayers, your Hail Mary’s and Jesuses
Take two sticks, tape ‘em together and make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you cain’t do it (ha ha)
A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this
Kurt Cobain music – students converted to ‘caine users
as soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it
What’s your name?

[Swifty McVay]
Judas
Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let’s do this
I got niggaz that shoots to static – you don’t understand
how I’m all up in you niggaz TV’s like Carole Anne
I’m a poltergeist, lyrically I’m supposed to strike
Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice
(Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife
I’m the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat those
You’d think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes
My fo’-fo’, prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong

[Chorus: Eminem]
It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause I came back to rule this time!
It’s Devils Night – cause I came back to take what’s mine!
Yes it’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause I came back to rule this time!
It’s Devils Night – cause I came back to take what’s mine!

[Kon Artis]
It’s like I’m on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off!
The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes
Beat up strangers without a reason, I’m a anus
Walk the street in a “Beat It” jacket with a glove to match it
Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walkin zombied it’s ornery
Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie

[Kuniva]
Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt
A deranged team, smokin ganja greens
This car beam’ll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines
I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D
And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat
And when it blast, it’ll take off every piece of your [scream]
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
STOP TAKIN DRUGS!! I’m tryin
My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron
And if I die, it won’t be because I got shot
It’ll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Takin drugs is cool, that’s why I buy ‘em
Shoot ‘em up my ass, let your little brother try ‘em
Ten years is what I’m facin
Police breakin in my house, Lil’ Bow Wow in the basement
(Jermaine!) A rapist that’ll bust in your mouth
I’ll probably be in jail ‘fore this fuckin album comes out
I’m eighteen years old, still shit in the bed
Beaten ’til I’m red, fear nothin but war and bread
It’s me again, fuckin dirty jinn
So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in
No medication, I’m out of perkasets
I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper’s wet

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
It’s Devils Night!

D12 – Blow My Buzz

[Swifty McVay]
Hmm, yeah
This just one of them days when yo’ ass just wanna chill out
and motherfuckers be all in yo’ ear and shit, yknowhatI’msayin?
Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk
blowin all yo’ high away
Now that’s some fucked up shit, heh
but it happens, yknowhatI’msayin? Yo

[Eminem]
Yo yo yo yo
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did, you would know just what I’m talkin bout
When your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth
When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
that’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
Or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll
But whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto
Just don’t, come fuck with me when I’m doin my drugs
You see me in the club don’t come fuckin my high up and

[Chorus: D-12]
Blow, my, buzz
Do what you want to just don’t blow, my, buzz
(Do what you want to) And I’m gon’ sit here and just roll, my, drugs
(Smoke my weeeeed) And if you talk I’m gonna fuck, you, up
(I might just whoop yo’ ass) Just don’t say shit and we’ll be cool

[Bizarre]
[ding dong] Bitch let me in the house (Avon?)
No, I just came to eat your mother out
It’s the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go ‘head!)

[Eminem] Bizarre sit yo’ nasty ass down

[Bizarre]
I spot this fat bitch from across the room
Now suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!)
My face is pink, lookin for a sink
And don’t worry bout what I put in your drink
It’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be fucked up
Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore)
Bitches I’m catchin, blunts I’m matchin
Don’t call me Bizarre, I’m the Reverand Jesse Jackson

[Swifty McVay]
Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?
It’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions
But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo’ last beer (f’real)
Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo’ bitch to bring here ass here
I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare
And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear
When I’m out eatin, you fags’ll interfere
They don’t go until I let ‘em know a mag’ is sittin here
I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho’ ass wanna hear?
I didn’t answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay?
You want some yea? I’ll front yo’ ass a play
But other than that, get the hell out my face
Because you niggaz tryin to

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Kun] Yo Denaun you seem shook
[Kon] I really am dawg look
This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook
[Kun] Aww man you probably lead her on
[Kon] I just bought her a beer!
[Kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears
[Kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin
[Kun] Nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it
[Kon] Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
the ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids
[Kun] Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I’m in the zone
Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home
Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs
Go kill yourself
[Kon] Fuck you!
[Kun] Well stop blowin my buzz!

[Proof]
I’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back
with a slut on my arm while I’m downin the ‘gnac
Got the pills in my system, floatin around
Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth
Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in
I think I’m goin def like old senile men
Only one good demo out of three thousand
(Yo I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin)
Next nigga that bump me, I’ma do the Humpty
and elbow bitches, ’til everybody jump me

(Yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit)
Whassup fool? Fuck you punk!
(Motherfucker, the fuck? It’s on fool it’s on! Whassup then nigga?)

[Chorus w/ variations]

We’ll be cool
We’ll be cool if you don’t talk while I’m just tryin to smoke my weed
Smoke my weed..
I’m tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up
while I’m just tryin to get blowed
Spittin to me some mo’.. (hehehe)

D12 – Bizarre (Skit)

[Bizarre]
Man did you see that hoe with them big tities?

[Kuniva]
Yo nigga what’s goin on fool?

[Bizarre]
Whatup my nigga?

[Kuniva]
Nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here SinD right here
SinD this is Bizarre I was tellin you about
That’s my nigga
Yo look I’m bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts
Man you why dont you go to the store with me

[Bizarre]All right

[Kuniva]
All right bet, I’ll be back in a little bit nigga

[Bizarre]
Aight my nigga

[Sind]
So how long you been on Eminem

[Bizarre]
Eminem? Shit I don’t know Eminem, I’m just in town for this little jazz festival and shit
You know, something on the side
Yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit?
You want some water?

[Sind]
No, no, no thanks

[Bizarre]
How about some pig feet

[Sind]
Naw, I’m straight, I’m ready to smoke
Damn, what’s takin the Kuniva So long?

[Bizarre farts]

[Sind]
No the fuck you didn’t!

[Bizarre]
Girl chill out that shit came from my soul
Fuck that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin
And I want you to give me a little kiss though

[Bizarre farts again]

[Sind]
A kiss? Kiss you where?

[Bizarre]
All right I’m a tell you, I’m a tell you, I’ma tell you in your ear

[Music stops]

[Bizarre]
On my booty

D12 – Another Public Service Announcement

[Bass Brother]
Ok
This is another
Public service announcement
Brought to you in part…

[Punch]

[Rondell Beene]
Yo
This thing on?
Good good hell yea
Look, im speaking on behalf of d12
And if you get affended by words like
Bitch
Ho
Sissy
Faggot
Homo
Lezbian
Fudge packer
Clit eater
All that shit like that
Then you should turn this shit off right now
Cuz thats just some of the shit
No thats the only shit you gonna hear on this album
Its not that they dont have creativity
Or some shit like that, that aint the case
We just like sayin shit like that, just to fuck with you
Hey! I told you to hold him down, now hes running
Fuck it [bang]
God damnit if you would have just stayed still
Nothing would have happened to you
Just goes to show you, if you fuck with us
Shit can happen… bitch

D12 – American Psycho

[Eminem]
I’m the devil – if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you’re seeing
I’m a mindfuck, completely dis-(gus)-ting
I’m (white), a human mutt, fuck a being
I’m a dog – fuck lambs, I’m silencin ‘em all
I’m involved in murders forensic science couldn’t solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let ‘em fall to the floor
Each thought’s completely warped
I’m like a walkin, talkin, ouija board
Speakin in tongues, I’ve never spoke this speech before
.. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr ..
Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear ‘em
’til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near ‘em?
Well if so, get ready for some shit yo
“Is this some kind of sick joke?” Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo
So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes
This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes
Just goes to shizzow you dizzon’t, fizzuck with
so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
So – lock your doors, drop to the floors
Get your shotguns drawn – here comes another “Clockwork Orange”
Look at Bizarre; you really think he’s right in his mind?
What the fuck you think’s goin through it when he’s writin his rhyme?

[Chorus: Eminem]
You bout to – journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You’ll feel his pain and his silent screams
You bout to – journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You’ll feel his pain and his violent screams

[Bizarre]
It’s Friday night, I’m at a rave again
Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
My girlfriend’s a crackhead whore
She’ll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor
and take your bottles to the store (nigga I’m takin these)
Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won’t cheat
Run the street and suck another nigga’s meat?
My son’s sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it’s me)
I told him he wasn’t mine, slammed the door in his face
And I ain’t got no food, my job I’ve been cheated
My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I’m sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
My dick is burnin, it ain’t cause of disease
Because I’m jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
I’m livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl
Fuck David Koresh, I’m startin my own world
It’s called Bizarre Cemetary, it’s scary
Eatin a virgin’s cherry, they’re all gonna laugh at you Carey

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]
I was born feet first, smoke 40′s and drink weed
The Lord rehearsed my birth, I’m the worst breed
A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm’s
got more power than 5 a iontons Dragon’s python so
“Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer”
Light yo’ ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack’s “Thriller”
Rifle slash knife faggot that’s your “Cop Killer”
As a yung’un, I was beat where I was livin (aight)
Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women’s prison
I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin
Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop’s feelings
to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
I’m vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace
so you can have somethin to stare at

[Chorus]

D12 – Aint Nuttin' But Music

[Eminem]
It’s shit like this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
Ooops I did it again didn’t I my shit’s harder
To figure out than what Britney’s tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn’t I bitch
So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits
You know how many shits I give. I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I can’t shit
Goddamn bitch I’m rich I can’t understand this
Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet
As close as I’m ever gonna get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when he’s pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time
Let me know what’s on your mind, Whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
Fuck your jewelery my record’s almost diamond, BEEOTCH!

[HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre]
What’s goin on in the world today
People fightin, feudin, lootin, it’s okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell ‘em Dre- It aint nuttin but music

[Bizarre]
Eminem doesn’t like N’Sync, well I do
So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Gary’s broke, Todd’s snortin coke, and Dana overdosed
I got two little boys wit me
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I’m up early wit my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley!
[Kuniva]
Alotta rappers are livin in la la land
That’s why I let my dogs out on the Baha men
As bad as a life I had, I’m not mad
I don’t need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My whole family’s country, my grandmother’s old fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I’m a flunky I could be a junky
I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene

[Kon Artis]
To all the independent women in the house! (HOUSE!)
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!)

[Proof]
Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston
The shit’s she’s usin’ (SNIFF!)
Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal
Got George Michael’s, Tevin Campbells
PeeWee Herman’s, peep show places
Public restrooms, beat those cases

[HOOK]

[Swifty McVay]
Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into little body snatchers
Aint like where I’m from, we don’t bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns
It’s sad but I’m glad that I’m made to rhyme
Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime
It’s only music, media know it but they blind
I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine
Y’all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin
If you people get offended I don’t care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh)
But holdin back on what I say just aint me

[Kon Artis]
Now what’s these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for ‘um)
For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers
Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)
Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit
I don’t jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just slap ‘em, turn around and ask ‘em this

[HOOK]

D12 – Nasty Minds

[girl giggling] Stop!
You want me to do what? What are those?
You want me to stick those in your what?

[Bizarre laughing]

[Chorus: Bizarre + Truth Hurts]
What is on yo’ nasty mind (nasty mind, nasty mind)
Don’t you wanna get fucked from behind (from behind, from behind)
Then treat me like a dirty slave (dirty slave, dirty slave)
And beat me like I won’t behave – I just wanna get freaky baby!

[Swifty McVay]
Huh, I’m too swift on my toes to get caught up wit you hoes
You don’t know me, see I ain’t gotta front or play the role
I’m an O.G., I know when you bein phony
See you probably bonin them officers just to pull up on me
That’s why sixty percent of women is lonely
They get in my mix only, then try to creep slowly because they nosy
I ain’t listen to what, my momma told me
I fuck ‘em and pass to my homies (right)
Then he fuck ‘em and pass ‘em to the homies (take her)
I’m a nasty-ass macaroni; you flashin fast money
you can pass a Roley FUCK a alimony
If you want me, and ain’t out screamin about your monthly
I’ll be stickin yo’ pretty ass until you turn ugly (damn!)
You suddenly see stars when fuckin me
Ain’t no menages, I want ‘em in threes, release your garments (trick)
It ain’t even me to hold back, I fucked yo’ moms quick
Have her runnin around this bitch screamin, “That’s my dick!”

[Kuniva]
Yo I know I’m dogmatic, but yo’ pussy walls done had it (that’s right)
It’s evident that you’ve been fuckin like a jackrabbit
But I stay focused, so I acted like I didn’t notice (mm-hmm)
And fucked her with no baby lotion and bust in the soapdish
Hoe you can quote this – your breath is smellin like
you done sucked a senior citizen’s old dick in goat spit (god damn!)
You gon’ get choked quick, talkin all that hoe shit
All aggressive askin for a slow kiss, no bitch! (the fuck outta here)
You like freakin, see you every night creepin
Suckin off the nice deacons, slut you made his wife leave him (cunt)
So keep slurpin I’ll be down to the fullest
But forget it bitch, yo’ nipples look like AK bullets

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]
Yo – I’m tearin down whatever you built, your marriage is through
cause I answered your wife’s door naked wrapped in a quilt
Hoes say, “Kon Artis got a dick so big!”
Man I can persuade any bitch to have eight of my kids, shit
Beeitch, I should be locked up for havin honies legs cocked up
in the back of my pops truck
I’m not fucked up, I just got a fetish for shootin
Cum in coochie to the pussy is pootin it back out
I sixty-nined this one bitch and she bled in my mouth (shit)
Kicked her out, cleaned the couch out, and beat up my crouch(?)
I don’t gotta creep in hotels, I cheat at my house
See I’m a dog, I don’t need to keep a secret hideout (nahh)

[Bizarre]
All night I’ve been snortin [sniffs]
Your age and where you from – it’s just not important (nahh)
You look like one of my mistresses
On welfare, ten kids like the rest of my bitches
Dreams of fuckin a handicapped bitch
Suck my dick while your teeth start to grit (whore)
And a slave, that’s how I want you to treat me
I ain’t into S&M, but I love when you beat me (ahhh!)
I told you I was a horny-ass freak
While I’m beatin my meat, your daughter actin like she asleep
(Yeah right) My love is like thunder and lightning
After it’s over, I’m lookin like I got my ass kicked by Tyson

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
I just wanna get freaky baby [repeat 4X]
Freaky baby, he he
I wanna get freaky with you
D-12.. in your area
And remember, if you lookin for Bizarre
Dial 1-900-BEAT-ME