(feat. D12)[Swift]My .44 be giving lyposuctionsI blow a hole through your stomach open it up you'll be spillin your own gutsI'm a mad man, a walking trash canYou get beat with my bear hands, fuck a last chanceA macmilly will smack you sillyThe epitemy of what really can be the definition of miseryI'm never missing im hittin itI murder mittiney, ??? thumpin and puncturing kidneyThey put a nigga on "Ripley's", bitches I ain't workingI'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (nigga)What a nigga need is a millimeter to eatHave'em kissing a millipeed or in the street[Bizarre]In a fight, I'm first to throw a brickFirst to load the clip, first to talk shitBut the last one to split, when the shit get thickStupid bitch get hit with the 4.5thI'm a Ex-??? who fought in VietnamEvery night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh shit)My dick so many places, all I do is laughBig hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffesI'm On "Fear Factor" eatin worms and broccoliTomato, Mustard, mixed w ith GuatamaliStrated a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack"I dj and scratch while he smoke crack[Chorus: Kon Artis]Now who want it with (us)Please don't forget (that)If you don't it up we taking itCuz we don't want y'all to get it twisted at allD12 don't give a fuck about Nothing At AllNow who fucking with (us)Please don't forget (that)If you don't give it up we takin it backAnd We don't y'all to get twisted at allD12 don't give a fuck about nothing at aaaaaaaaaaaall[Kuniva]I'm sure ya moma told you, nigga that drugs kill (yeah)If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs willNow everybody saying they real and they hug steal (fo' real)'Till they find'em layin dead in this tub with blood spillall over the floor, carpet to wall, i'm talking to y'allyou can call your peoples my nigga i'm sparking'em allBarking at dogs that's bitin for real, starvin and fightin for mealbizarre got viking and pillsSwift And Denaun ain't likely to chill they hot headedYou a bitch yeah I said itI bet if god let it happen then it's overKuniva's out of his will (yeah)I just shot up his crib and Knock the snot outta his kids[Kon Artis]Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to next lifeYou in the way and you subject to be one with this knifeI ??? For Bitches life Straight ??? Surgeryy'all run to emergency with an achin urgencyYeah I'm nice, common courtesy Escourt you to the imfermary7 mile, Ruyon ave. 'Till they straoght up bury meYou expect us to believe that you scrap and the it costWhen you ??? a 44 dog you lostAnd ain't talking 'bout a doggy lossI'm Talking about a Fuckin puppy when i'm sayin 'bout a doggy lossI scatter cries when I'm haulin offmozzeltov a nigga'll cross his head with a bottle of Scotch[Chorus][Proof]Don't get it twisted nigga we here niggaWho ever said Scrapping isn't a sportGot me and bizzy in court, shadowboxing an invisible assaultProof 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, N ever cocking a cock gunMacauly Caulkin, actors we droppin ya coffinsWhen my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. list TattedSo ??? from ya neck to ya ass cheekAnd actually when murderers ??? my glock ???Your life is like fat people legs it's not neededSe how high P is, Steamin in the snow like how P isD12 we got this biatch[Chorus]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. D12)[Swift]My .44 be giving lyposuctionsI blow a hole through your stomach open it up you'll be spillin your own gutsI'm a mad man, a walking trash canYou get beat with my bear hands, fuck a last chanceA macmilly will smack you sillyThe epitemy of what really can be the definition of miseryI'm never missing im hittin itI murder mittiney, ??? thumpin and puncturing kidneyThey put a nigga on "Ripley's", bitches I ain't workingI'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (nigga)What a nigga need is a millimeter to eatHave'em kissing a millipeed or in the street[Bizarre]In a fight, I'm first to throw a brickFirst to load the clip, first to talk shitBut the last one to split, when the shit get thickStupid bitch get hit with the 4.5thI'm a Ex-??? who fought in VietnamEvery night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh shit)My dick so many places, all I do is laughBig hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffesI'm On "Fear Factor" eatin worms and broccoliTomato, Mustard, mixed w ith GuatamaliStrated a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack"I dj and scratch while he smoke crack[Chorus: Kon Artis]Now who want it with (us)Please don't forget (that)If you don't it up we taking itCuz we don't want y'all to get it twisted at allD12 don't give a fuck about Nothing At AllNow who fucking with (us)Please don't forget (that)If you don't give it up we takin it backAnd We don't y'all to get twisted at allD12 don't give a fuck about nothing at aaaaaaaaaaaall[Kuniva]I'm sure ya moma told you, nigga that drugs kill (yeah)If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs willNow everybody saying they real and they hug steal (fo' real)'Till they find'em layin dead in this tub with blood spillall over the floor, carpet to wall, i'm talking to y'allyou can call your peoples my nigga i'm sparking'em allBarking at dogs that's bitin for real, starvin and fightin for mealbizarre got viking and pillsSwift And Denaun ain't likely to chill they hot headedYou a bitch yeah I said itI bet if god let it happen then it's overKuniva's out of his will (yeah)I just shot up his crib and Knock the snot outta his kids[Kon Artis]Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to next lifeYou in the way and you subject to be one with this knifeI ??? For Bitches life Straight ??? Surgeryy'all run to emergency with an achin urgencyYeah I'm nice, common courtesy Escourt you to the imfermary7 mile, Ruyon ave. 'Till they straoght up bury meYou expect us to believe that you scrap and the it costWhen you ??? a 44 dog you lostAnd ain't talking 'bout a doggy lossI'm Talking about a Fuckin puppy when i'm sayin 'bout a doggy lossI scatter cries when I'm haulin offmozzeltov a nigga'll cross his head with a bottle of Scotch[Chorus][Proof]Don't get it twisted nigga we here niggaWho ever said Scrapping isn't a sportGot me and bizzy in court, shadowboxing an invisible assaultProof 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, N ever cocking a cock gunMacauly Caulkin, actors we droppin ya coffinsWhen my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. list TattedSo ??? from ya neck to ya ass cheekAnd actually when murderers ??? my glock ???Your life is like fat people legs it's not neededSe how high P is, Steamin in the snow like how P isD12 we got this biatch[Chorus]
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