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| D12 The Underground EP 6 Reasons [Proof] They wish that they could bear me black D12 standin back No plan in that Death met this We got a hand in that Who ever run this shit You get me a jammed knee cap Make the healthy get your fam, handicapped You a fan of rap My clan attack your school, home, your bitch house Pull my nine milli you die with your fist out Im here in this, it's over when Venomous, ??? Drunken dialect with agressive sober bitch My bionic phonics demonish elonics demonic is tainted chronic Impossible to hold down like vomit Mics upon it you stayed a ??? it Like tourists that Islamic I enter atmosphere like a comet The new god of rap call me nigga thor Snap your back when I slap your ass in the figure four From miles around they can feel its leathal I make hardcore groups like wu-tang look like the village people No sequal, the general with the sinistal I'll punch your mindstate and kill your inner child [Bizarre] It's been awhile since you bitch niggas heard of me Cuz the last six months I've been doing R & B But now I'm on some sick shit Niggas better duck quick You know who you're fuckin with I'll leave your niggas beathless Seein me and Bugz rollin in the blue hummer You a bitch Scared to shoot like Linsay Hunter Don't need to be a father cuz I'm just too illmatic I'll probably posion my kids like I was in the alley Fuckin Anerexic digexlic fuck alexic I'm doing drive by's in fusha bmx's [Kon Artis] I know a girl that says she prio And her sign is leo Bugsy fucked her in a regal Then she took me to my P.O Fuck rollin C Low I'm down to a c note Lost a G rollin dice at that punk ass casino But fuck it, shit Cuz when time gets bad see me in drag whippin mags on unsuspectin fags I gotta shoot, bitch, you got to boot And hurry up wit it I'm tryin to catch this prostitute [Kuniva] Lets have a ??? Fuck around with us and see what happen We all got them guns clappin Got your niggas back trackin Yeah we dump bodies on sea shores Bustin D.Js over they backs with keyboards Turn up my levels Your crew is frutier than pepples Changin your razor back mcs to runnin doubles Bust up Kon Artis quick to smack your slut up Keep a pack of rubbers just in case I gotta nut up Brigade style hold them all down Thats how it's meant to be You kick the same shit your whole tape sound like a symphony Don't say shit to me ???, connin your daughter Talkin bitches out like they pennies, dollars and quarters Like that horseman I'll leave you wack clowns head-less While safariers come to my show and leave jealous You ever said this slash rapper and producer Wouldn't make your head twist Guard your grill and your necklace I got six reasons why we keep shit comin Dirty dozen left niggas runnin for cover Hiding behind they lovers Squeelin out peelin rubber As we shout "Don't fuck with dirty dozen" |
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