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| D12 The Underground EP Cock and Squeeze typed by krazyjoe8@hotmail.com of thed-12.com (Bugz) Gimme some hash and when i trip nigga gimme ya mask then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash that precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast get in your ass if you want have to leave and eagle mack (??) you want a see-through class dont take much to read you class bitch you broke as fuck and on the bus cuz your Regal smashed this shit is lethal ___ battle me i keep you mad put you in a sleeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad either ___ or feel the wrath of my heater that lyric punches makin meters blast on your speaker rack crib, club or anywhere where theres people at they love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at your girl's a rat tell that ho im not gonna beep her back dont need her black got too many other needer-rats who heater fat (??) i bet your gal aint fuckin with my gat im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat gone black your more whack than a gold sack you shown dat when you flowed that's a known fact clone rap suck a MC broad need to pick another field, go out and find you a job or either go out and rob because rappin' aint to function you out of place, like a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades while my innovative ways set your lyrics to a blaze put a grimace on ur grave im in the Guiness on a page of history puttin sucka niggaz out they misery its not a mystery my victories are bodacious it wouldn't matter if the judge is racist and i was battling your aces in your bitches bassment im un-fuckwitible thats literal face it, the general with senses of a senitle holdin on my genitals right before i send tha fo's (fools) down the earth like minerals even after centerfolds in videos, my ego goes in cagnito hoes from mosquito rolls mean and biter i hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita you aint no writer it still dont even have a spider Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters yea yea bitch ya muthaphukkin biter Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us Detroit niggaz roll deep hold heat and talk slick yea yea bitch stay off my dick (Kon Artis) i should tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife and sit you in the alcohol bath for the night and watch you strugglin strainin squeal for your life dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da life thats what i take from you meet u in fake humble attack your foundation until it crumble its me and my dog be on stumble (??) go ______ but stayin in tha right mind just to blaze a track to ___ or fake individuals that rap screamin up your bootleg like they scared and shit knowin that tha Kon Artis come prepared with clips fuller then male scriptures you watch u take pictures notes and write down quotes and how i rap and get witcha told u niggaz before we got much to gain nothin to lose, curuptin the lives of all rules tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him with venom in it to murder him servin' him right D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite we rock from state to state and city to city you make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities and nobody wanna size D bra ___die wit side shit give it to y'all glit caught raw (??) raw raw raw raw raw Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us Detroit niggaz roll deep hold heat and talk slick yea yea bitch stay off my dick (Proof) I turn a hard nigga yellow and make his ass faster than a cheetah don't blaze no blunts but i blaze them thangs amaze ya gang wit bullets i rattle your frame whos that______ stay suburban tusslin' playin dat 3 digits before cusslin (??) bustin twin glocks on your block yellin my name loud puttin rhymes inside your mailbox infared dots BLAHW caught your dreadlocks waitin for tha cops and tell him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac hot lead to flesh shot, bled to death like Red and Meth You need to Hoop Up Soup Up for battlin war that on the more i spattle ur horse got battle dates on your tour show up on you battle on ur encore ___ wit dis shit on ur mic grip, you might slip hang it up hit like Sonny ____ peace to ____ rock til the early morn' this shit is on i got da problem fiend fiend problems my crew mugshot D12 uglier than the green goblin i bring fear too horror, near u a fact why nobody wanna hear u your whack bitch! what the fuck you thought would happen? when bullets start collapsin your frame maintain or bring pain freestyle fanatic named Pete fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat MC the extrordinair steppin on ur bunyan screamin 7 mile bitch eastside come from Runyan hold down your fort snort like cocaine Richard Pryor i clap more clips than a liver squire (??) yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought y'all niggaz get caught like saught im incredible like the hulk why settle for ___ nigga P-R the letter "O" my sex is hetero cash checks like federal yo hedero bitch! |
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