Ha
ha, ha ha, yeah yeah!
Dirty Dozen!
Detroit City (Detroit Michigan)
What (What)
[Bugz]
You won't
last long like weed in brass bongs
Just another
fag blowin some sad bitch-ass songs
I shine sober,
cause Bugz is a soldier
Beat that
ass like Roy Jones if ya bite I'm pissin(?)cola
Doin the randisco
at a disco with a big ho
Bought the
stupid bitch from Sisqo now she won't let my dick go
Bugz a stupid
nigga, take a shower with my pistol
Walk up in
your (?) and pistol ripped you
It's simple,
see I'm from the D like Eric Hippo
Sick son of
a bitch, robbin a nigga and his kinfolk
Got my gun
on my hip, some in the clip, one in the chamber
It's danger,
fuckin with this super powered stranger
Fuck a battle
- we brought knives, niggaz and guns
Beat yo' ass
and run, tryin to catch a case for fun
Bustin at
the po'-po' high off weed speed and cocoa (yeah!)
Pumpin Makaveli,
heavy handed with my fo'-fo'
[Proof]
Bomb like
Saddam, split America in two
Then wrap
all around your head like Erykah Badu
My issues,
misuse, human anatomy
Tearin your
flesh, and you muscle tissues
Knock 'em
out his shoes, then check 'em in
And stand
firm hold my nuts waitin on yo' second wind
The nine shot
(put Denaun out!)
Punch you
in your navel and rip your spine out
Talkin bout
you run this shit when you ain't got no legs
Plus you all
booty like Jennifer Lopez
D-12 (?),
work these
Scratch the
skin off your back like fur theives
Grab your
throat like a nurse squeeze, make the earth freeze
Stick you
for a lifetime - like herpes
Challenge
Evil Kanivel, (?) jumpin in a Regal
Challenge
Officer Riggs, and be in "Lethal"
Challengin
fiends to stealin aluminum sidin
Challenge
Eminem smokin dope, while hang glidin
Challengin
hickville honkies, to a square dance
And climb
up Everest blindfolded with my bare hands
Aint no fair
chance Dirty Dozen run the D
Anybody want
beef then, come to me
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2X]
Fuck battlin,
we on some gang shit
Duck quick,
cause you niggaz might get hit
United we
stand, united we fall
I swear to
God, Dirty Dozen we gonna kill all y'all
[Bizarre]
10 seconds,
kiss yo' ass good riddance
(It's a BOMB!)
Told y'all niggaz I wasn't bullshittin
We could fight
like a kung-fu flick, choose your weapon
Shake hands,
knock yo' ass out in 10 seconds
Bizarre needs
a counselor
I done shitted
on so many MC's, (?) should be my sponsor
Have Prince
rob ya for your "Diamonds and Pearls"
While I'm
in the next room, havin my way with your girl
I swear, I
kill any MC up in here
My niggaz
pop so many guns, you swear it was New Year's
They're gon'
need an ambulance when I finish battlin you
Pop shit?
My gang's on Runyan Avenue
You niggaz
ain't crooks, plus you all shook
Have you mom
suck my cock while I read Playboy books
I aint sayin
I'm the illest MC
But ask ten
outta ten niggaz, and the ten gon' say me
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[Kon Artis]
Bitch, what?
Uh-huh, yeah
Yo, shuttup,
yeah
(?) walker,
ass gripper and shit talker
Got a love
for +dyno-mite+ like Jim Walker
Jim Beam,
and have you missin like Jim Hoffa
Coughin I'll
be splittin your throat for thinkin of talkin
Love beef,
that's why half the click don't even walk in
No love for
hoes but shit, I fucks 'em often
May as well
give 'em the dick, shit on 'em
And when they
ask why I ain't called 'em I just tell 'em I'm sick
Same shit
I tell every chickenhead that I bone
They don't
believe it, but they know I got a fetish for chrome
Pushin cats
in wheelchairs down flights of stairs
Startin fights
with chairs (somebody died!!) like we care
Invitin bitches
to go hikin with me, up a mountain
Throw 'em
off and tell their moms
she died from
skinnydippin in the fountain
Mr. Porter
stay live on wax
While you
throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track
[Kuniva]
I'm the alcoholic
bringin catastrophe to others
Make you C-Murder
like Master P's little brother
Flatterin
punks, shatterin junk, get your cavity lumped
with the force
of a rim-shatterin dunk
Now you wanna
be "Thuggish Ruggish" so I'ma let a slug hit
And call you
Broken Bone, and if you got a crew
I'ma name
'em all after you
Fractured
Bone, Neck Bone and Funny Bone
You can't
flash when all your money's gone
I'll give
you a thirty minute head start, fuck that
I'll even
wait 'til it's dark and hunt you down - swing an axe
and watch
how many dumb thoughts leak out when your head parts
Fuck yo' automobile
to me it's just a red car
Runyan Ave.
gon' run yo' ass clean out of existance
In an instant,
I'll fire persistant, shots consistant
Terrorist
terrorizin your block
See all these
niggaz when I step in the club, I'm bringin them
And any nigga
lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Malice Greene'n
'em, and gasoline'n them with premium
Light a cigarette
flick at him and spit it at him
Hold up a
picture of his family and kick it at him
Boxin without
gloves, deeper then glee clubs
While you
stand in tha back and look mean like E-Luv
Can't no other
crew stand us
Put my hands
on you quicker than a nigga playin two hand touch
Yo Kuniva
in the ruggedest, hop in the truck and hit
everybody
on your block, jump out and cut a bitch
Another fuck
I gotta put a stain on
In the middle
of the street screamin bring the pain on
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