, from D-12, to beat up two females In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails Slim anus you damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine
from D-12 to beat up two females In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine
the "E" before the "D" because that's all you on You on Pac's dick (bitch) you a replica guy if he were still alive you would never get by All you do
[Chorus: Eminem] This kinda music Use it and you get in to do shit Whenever you hear some shit And you can't refuse this Just some shit For these kids
on D D D D Twizzay Hailie (What??) Come here baby Bring daddy his oscar (ok) Were gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe) Swifty: I'm about to get
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
't get turned to a vegetab*e dick face you ain't Superman, stay in your lane, Lois D-12 spittin' flames like flamethrowers spit 'til we get sprained jaws
rig up Take a load off, like I'm havin' a seat This black coup is V-12 as far as year I'm been rappin', reppin' the D-12, ask Proof As far as tears My
blast like an e-mail to shoot ya Female Medusa (It Wasn't Me) like Shaggy Denaun (da nine) did it Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer Give you a
ma back you down Ask around, you show fear and get slapped around Lets put the track aside I fuck with Classified Big balls, she suck my dick she gonna
was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some
s Bizzare from D12 in this bitch And which nigga want to fight I'm the club with Surge Knight, Ike, and Killer Mike Fat dick for all my enemies Caught
should sell shit 'for Chanel kicks hell Split turn down 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!) Get your ice wet! - Lay down that slight bet Word my word heard you'll get
you niggaz see me comin' down the streets You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders Brooklyn is mine nigga, move over Yeah I'm talkin' to you fuckin' dick
of the street thugs yo, I don't mean to brag But I'd be drivin' in a Jag I wouldn't be hittin' the East side lowridin' I'd be in Hollywood or Venice
copy me and do exactly like I did (Yeah) Try acid and get your butt pumped out like I did My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight But
get better, but I've been broke so I might swipe ya chedda. You better get ready to give me I got a vendetta. Comin' to get it whether weed or money whateva
In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette, And I do it to get my dick wet Brain grain rotten, I was a 12