[Proof] Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin Super MC, you know what I mean Bugz, Dirty and all that, all that shit You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem [Eminem] Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln Till it went over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids I'm going for your mids Here's a body blow for your ribs While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib Unless she told me a fib Then I'm gonna have both y'all get did Burning incense, facing a murder sentence Under intent, for investigation for killing infants While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wounds Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her
[Proof] Ay yo Pursue to list em, there's no need to diss em They be beheavin, make sure your whole breathing system Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the grave Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake I'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nuts I'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested sluts Calling me a bitch nigga, you need to stop Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped I'm cut throat when any track runs, I smack none's It's the rough method that makes Muslims run and pack guns I'm volcanic, the sermon preacher Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow Shoot down your mother ship and pimp slap mojo No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made My lieutenant spray your brigade, and trampled your flow Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it The best part of your show is when you put my name in it My squad, godly, fearin shit hardly So I hope when I die, I dope like Chris Farley Fuck that
[Bugz] Who run shit, watch these drums hit You dove head first into some old dumb shit Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly niggas is who you run with Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit I admit, that my style is unfit For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit Like I commit arsony, get harm quick You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get with This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence I'm relentless to deny you're senseless Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went Fuck that
[Almighty Dreadknaughts] I killed competition, with no way out as an opposition Execute the passengers on the flight my executive decision Then reminisce on how shady the business Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit Bombed in insentient One word in three in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish Beat the ref senseless No timeout extended play papers over your intermission And increasing the battlefield with the blood of Christians Cryin for the messiah, but he don't listen I pop my wing when I top the stove frame boil sizzling I fight a maniac cook, I do damage to kitchens Fuck Home Depot, I demolition When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten
[Almighty Dreadknaughts] I got a mind full of troubles Everything is in doubles I buy my guns in couples No time to replace fumbles Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow Injured from head to toe No fit a model, we full throttle You stuck in low, incapable to master flow Everything is tactical, living mathematical Watch master flow, unleash and let go I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minor Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, what Applying death-defying feets, maintain to keep my peace Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete
[Almighty Dreadknaughts] My president transitions has taken place As eyes spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-O Power he's cyphin not quality, I deal it Lays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it Keep their head bobbin, and the emotional sobbin Plus a cultural cipher after show, hoes be slobbin Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the icing Plus I'm precision, my double edge will continue slicin
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Copy to Clipboard: [Proof] Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin Super MC, you know what I mean Bugz, Dirty and all that, all that shit You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem [Eminem] Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln Till it went over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids I'm going for your mids Here's a body blow for your ribs While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib Unless she told me a fib Then I'm gonna have both y'all get did Burning incense, facing a murder sentence Under intent, for investigation for killing infants While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wounds Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her
[Proof] Ay yo Pursue to list em, there's no need to diss em They be beheavin, make sure your whole breathing system Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the grave Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake I'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nuts I'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested sluts Calling me a bitch nigga, you need to stop Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped I'm cut throat when any track runs, I smack none's It's the rough method that makes Muslims run and pack guns I'm volcanic, the sermon preacher Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow Shoot down your mother ship and pimp slap mojo No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made My lieutenant spray your brigade, and trampled your flow Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it The best part of your show is when you put my name in it My squad, godly, fearin shit hardly So I hope when I die, I dope like Chris Farley Fuck that
[Bugz] Who run shit, watch these drums hit You dove head first into some old dumb shit Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly niggas is who you run with Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit I admit, that my style is unfit For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit Like I commit arsony, get harm quick You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get with This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence I'm relentless to deny you're senseless Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went Fuck that
[Almighty Dreadknaughts] I killed competition, with no way out as an opposition Execute the passengers on the flight my executive decision Then reminisce on how shady the business Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit Bombed in insentient One word in three in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish Beat the ref senseless No timeout extended play papers over your intermission And increasing the battlefield with the blood of Christians Cryin for the messiah, but he don't listen I pop my wing when I top the stove frame boil sizzling I fight a maniac cook, I do damage to kitchens Fuck Home Depot, I demolition When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten
[Almighty Dreadknaughts] I got a mind full of troubles Everything is in doubles I buy my guns in couples No time to replace fumbles Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow Injured from head to toe No fit a model, we full throttle You stuck in low, incapable to master flow Everything is tactical, living mathematical Watch master flow, unleash and let go I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minor Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, what Applying death-defying feets, maintain to keep my peace Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete
[Almighty Dreadknaughts] My president transitions has taken place As eyes spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-O Power he's cyphin not quality, I deal it Lays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it Keep their head bobbin, and the emotional sobbin Plus a cultural cipher after show, hoes be slobbin Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the icing Plus I'm precision, my double edge will continue slicin
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