[Verso
1 - Swifty McVay]
Yo.. uhh,
where your mom at? Uhh, uhh
Watch these
motherfuckers macks like Guilian, a hooligan
Niggaz see
my face and be like "OH MY GOD, IT'S YOU AGAIN?!"
It don't matter
what crew you in
I let loose
and sent slugs, all in your face like hallucigens
(ahh!) You
had no clue to what the fuck we do to men (uhh)
Smash 'em
heads with aluminum (yeah), bats if I ain't shootin 'em
(take that!)
I collect the loot you spend, to whom it may (bitch)
concern, you
learn not to fuck wit Swifty McVay
You'll burn
nigga, I get into ya
Like Drew
Barrymore wit clamedia, I'm gettin rid of ya
Now all the
witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers I'm serial
When I bomb
first, it's gon' be worse than bicentennial
(haha) All
ya appear when expected like cold soars
When in World
Wars, puttin slugs through whore's doors
The chance
is all yours, so motherfucker take it (uh-huh)
Treat ya life
like it's sacred or get robbed butt-naked (uhh)
[Verso 2 -
Bizarre]
Guess who's
back, it's Mister Fuck-All-Y'all (what!?)
Ya niggaz
get my balls, quick to break all ya laws
(yeah) I'm
smokin hashin green wit the mayors
Smack the
mic out ya hand, quicker than Lawerence Taylor
(haha) I shoot
up ya whole block for no apparent reason
Niggaz ain't
comin back like Barry Shunder's next season
(ya down!)
Bizarre from the Outsidaz, smoke like easy riders
(haha) Hindu
niggaz off like a plate of appetizers
Your girl
talk trash (shut up!) nigga I'ma buck her
(That bitch
got AIDS) What that gotta do wit me fuckin her?
Disrespect
my squad, watch me start swarmin (uh-huh)
You hear so
much stuff you just think Kurt Franklin was performin
Bizarre half
dead, full of dough and bread (what?)
Make opponents
fit with your local crackhead (uhh)
I'm doing
a promo, live at the (?) (yeah)
with some
homos drippin wit the electrifyin mojo
[Ritornello]
Cause the
only motherfuckers that'll die tonight
Smoke weed
and cocaine just to get you high
Motherfuckers
come prepared cause they startin to fight
Stab you dead
in your back wit a rusty kniiife!
Cause the
only motherfuckers that'll die tonight
Smoke weed
and cocaine just to get you high
Motherfuckers
come prepared cause they startin to fight
Stab you dead
in your back wit a rusty kniiife!
[Verso 3 -
Kuniva]
Aiyyo, talkin
shit will only get you fags high (uh-huh)
You gon' get
your dad shot, take his portable labtop (gimmie that)
(hey!) You
probably heard that you now we stealin halfs
and food stamps,
dining room sets and gold lamps (uh-huh)
I'm drunk
as hell cussin out old tramps (shut up!)
Like the boy
scouts did up camp and hit more licks than stamps
I'm quick
to crash, let the shottie blast
Grab the dolly
and drag the bodies of niggaz that lolly gagged
Finish; you
might as well climb in this body bag
so the E.M.S.
won't waste time puttin your ass in it
(hey) I'm
out cold like bums and frost bite in blizzards
Dirty Dozen
be payin rappers, run freely, visit {*PUNCH*}
A big portion
passed a normal artist with a deal (uh-huh)
I'm heartless,
comin outta battles scarless wit the skill
For real,
I feel I was born to lyrically kill at will
Wit the power
to sell wheel I'm killed (I'm serious!)
Damn my man
is ill, so don't you get caught
Kuniva, obliterate
rappers with just a meare cough
I'm fierce,
hungry on the prawl so you're aloud to run
before I drop
the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun
{*PUNCH*}
Shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakers
DJs and bouncers
be catchin bullets through they beepers
[Verso 4]
Yo, yo, uh-huh
I embrace
violence (uh-huh), loud mouth to hate silence
(yeah) A grace
tirent to encourage kids to go rob (?)
(smoke weed)
A bus driver that's near-sighted
I could see
ass but not people
I'm supposed
pick up from stops cause I ride passed it
(hey stop!)
Who the hell you know jump in a lake of piranas
Go to church
just to slain ganja and driven off drama
Fuck ya mama,
I'd kill her for stackin shit that high
Your nose
got shot cause I missed your eye
A wise guy
who get high off his own supply
Zombie fire
ya own family and make you verify
The corpses,
had his horsemen and'll leave your stage torchin
Screamin "Beat"
as soon as I show, ya niggaz fault then
(let's leave!)
Beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout this
That's why
people ignore you, like you ain't even talkin
You chit-chatted
and got splatted by disease
Be attict
and spits spontaneous like Greg Maddux
I cut 'em
off crooked in ganja green
Ya mans is
high, get ignorant, or beats, by loosin his spleen
Your troop'll
be seen as soon my team get on
We ruinin
citys like "Godzilla" through Hong Kong
You ding-dong
dummys ain't dumb enough to try and dodge bullets
As soon as
I pull it, I douse 'til you're full of it
I love beef,
I'm mackin lit wit the heat
My technique
is well spoken even when I don't speak
I sent a nigga
twistin wit heat
so many times
that when he knownful he facin the back of his feet
[Verso 5]
I'ma fall
to those sworn, I split your capricorn
and forewarn
your first born and forms a snow storm
I flip caps,
like Kittins on gym mats and get under your skin fast
Battle me,
I'm Slim (?), I crack brains like egg shells
and scramble
your brain cells and shatter your veins well
The fatter
the pains well (hahaha)
Who wanna
jump, plainly rob with this pistol? (what?)
Step back,
drew heat without heal like I was Sisqo
(ahh!) Sicko,
individual, from the get go (uh-huh)
Stab you wit
the pencil just to watch the blood trickle
Tickle you
to death then I rhyme like Don Ripples (hahahaha)
Crack you
in the back with an ax, I hide sickles (AHHH!)
I got three
dimes in my hands and three nickels (uh-huh)
Leavin a bad
taste ya mouth like sweet pickels (haha!)
I'll ask to
borrow ya car then drive through a police station
Jump out then
start shootin like a bunch of crazed Haitians
Plus I'm too
skinny cause my attitude is shitty
Plus my record
label shifty, it's enough to make me pretty
(what?) I'll
make you mother hate me, you could place ya car bets
(what?) Call
me a vigilante like my man Benard (?)
[Ritornello]
[Verso 6]
The only things
missin is for me to shatter these bastards
Cause I breathe
toxic fumes and spit battery acid
and had to
be a drastic
situation
for you to step through the ghetto snort size gun powder
and pounce
fortys and jet fumes, NECESS FUEL!
We make the
shit shake, to break the break
to tearin
rappers out the brain, like ex-bitches picture
(ha) So look
when I'm tore up off liquor
I'll steal
ya mics and beat your DJ down with his own muh'fuckin mix uhh
(bitch, stay
down!) The name is Don I spit on rappers and they wifeys
Bang yo' bitch
when you ain't home and walk out wit yo' Nikes
(your lyin)
Yeah I might be (what?)
Just ask her
where she got them bruises on her ass
cause all
'em knucks stay on the night (shut up bitch)
The mighty
whitey, I drive you rappers fuckin crazy
You wonderin
"How the hell my lady had this white baby!"
(what?!) In
the richest city, the crew and 'em suit me name
Leavin you
(?) like J.F.K. and juniors playin
[Verso 7]
I'm nasty,
I hack a loogy in your face
Then dig in
my ass crack before I fix your dinner plate
(eat this)
For evil sakes, I kill man for penny weight
What plenty
hate, I took out my many dates (bitch)
I'm the addition
that make you fled pissin
If you stay
there they'll find your body with your head missin
(AHH!) You're
dread dissin, so it wouldn't be wise too
You know you
biggers fuck but they make coughers in your size too
Trespass,
and you will get your chest mad
The Lord's
prayer, it would keep you outta (?) well
(Our father,
AMEN!) I love drama, I make fems like Madonna
(Like a Virgin!)
I'm fuckin ya moms, granny, and great grandmama
[Ritornello]
[Da Ruckus]
Yo, hahaha,
what? Hahaha, yo yo yo, Da Ruckus in the house
I thought
ya KNEEEW! Hahaha, haha, Bizarre - ill or not
Detriot City
Y'AALL! Yeah, Swifty McVay, don't stop boy
The game,
hahahaha-ha, D-12, where your mama at?
Da Ruckus,
PEEIN, I'M PEEIN ON YOU, I'M PEEIN ON YOU!
What the f..
I'M PEEIN ON YOU! Yo we out, hurry up
[Ritornello
x 2]
Cause the only
motherfuckers gonna die tonight