(Check it out.. ah, haha)
Aww, yeah! This is my sh** fo' real
(Ahhhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-RAHHH!)
It's gonna be off the hook! (That was dope, that's right)
Peep this out (Dirty Doezn)
Kon Artis n***a, yo yo
[Kon Artis]
The Kon Artis - born liar; lie to your pops and moms
Tell 'em I'm a good kid, Catholic raised
Knowin I went to public school and squares I blazed
Even weed when I got ahold too and YEAH b**h I did do it
Steal cars I've been through it - done that
Play buddy buddy and rob ya like n***a run that; bum cat
And bone hood rats - 'til they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty n***a, make YOU believe that I'm a cla**y n***a
But I'm far from that, average Joe that you know
Use people for shields at shootouts that I started, cold-hearted
Runnin reckless, peep out your shorty 'til my neck twistin
An infectionist, poisonous bug we all drugged
Showed your daddy love or slugs; could have tortured him
Told me that he didn't wanna die, we still forced him
Thought his peeps had his back, when we brawled they fled
Now he layin dead with his chicked head like Dodi Fayed
Come to battle us with yo' heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your fans been had, bamboozled, run 'em up
But you loosing credibility the minute Dozen'll up
So fu*k that stank b**h with the saggy-a** titties
And fu*k all the n***as that don't represent our city
And fu*k 'JLB, they don't play none of my sh**
fu*k all them n***as that be s**in our dicks
[Kuniva]
I'm sicker than tuburculosis; pack a cannon with a focus
That's k**in all the players and the coaches
Embara** you in front of company like dirty roaches
Approach this and get served - the situation, hopeless
Quote this - jot it down cause Kuniva wrote this
The wild animal rhyme culprit, ferocious
Close (?), n***a walkin behind you with a dosage
Of terrifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers
The Grim Reaper dipped in all black like Folgers
Packin four heaters and carryin five holsters
Suppose if, I was to let you put up all your posters
Let everybody think you was the dopest (HELL NAW!)
I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra, box you up and sold ya
Take you underwater and hold you until it's over
I told you once you dumb dummies with a blunt
That be pullin off the dope fiend stunt-of-the-month
Get yo' a** kicked quicker then punts, I'm sick of you punks
co*k it back now I'm upset, yo' n***a's next
I'm blowin smoke outta ya chest when it connects
Creepin like insects then ridin with ten Tecs
Ahh fu*k any DJ that don't play Bizarre's sh**
fu*k your sister I don't like her she don't s** dick
Ahh fu*k that n***a that talked sh** to my crew
And yo fu*k all y'all n***as that say, "I don't like you!"
[Bugz]
I'm a brand named guy who loves to stay high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size
A b**h named b**h who's thick with grey eyes
Who loves to s** dick and get hit by eight guys
It's Bugz b**h - who the f** you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with drunken thug too f**in numb to feel the buzz
Unnnggggghhhh - yeah, y'all n***as know the image
No gimmicks, no timids, no manners, and No Limits
This time, b**h, I'm goin all out
Whippin the fo' out, like get the dough out, YEAH!
I miss crime - sick individual, ask my peers in middle school
If you walk my way home gettin robbed is like a ritual
Lyrical giant, tyrant who lies habitual
Just to get you to do what I want; yeah, and b**h you will
Sit you still, tie you up, begin to ill
And swoll your f**in face up with some sh** that you can feel
Okay fu*k all you n***as that say Dirty Dozen's dead
fu*kIN yo' new wife in yo' brand new bed
Yo fu*k yo' chickenhead, she s** dick anyway
And f** anybody that say crime don't pay
[Proof]
Heard enough garbage, to make a Glad bust
Ad-just my Magnum; beef I had enough
Snuff the sweetest MC in this camp tribe rivalry
To be as live as me keep 'em quiet like a library (SHHHH!)
My rhymes are virgin tight and un-f**-with-able
You find the mic s**able..
Without chicked pox untouchable - peep my adjusted
Ain't to be tested, touch the globe whip through yo' domestic
Majestic warrior the rap to win, apprehend
And slap a chin of the aggressor, think that they fresher
Wanted conquest holdin down the one-sided contest
That explosive rappin n***a the fans wear a bomb vest
Style be a eloquent, a fellow pimp to many with clips
f** plenty get knicks and be in skinny with zits
I'm the shhhhhhh sure shot that rocks
Like 'caine in a crack pot - I thinks it's best y'all act right
I'll confirm your d**h lest the morgue cons
D-12 is blowin up, like the Fort (?)
I whisper fairwell to granny
Right before I push her down the stairwell
And I'm sendin her care mail
Like get well you old hag
I'll bring the pain like a blow f*g
Staplin his gonads to his socks, doin jumpin jacks
Once we put you down b**h there ain't no comin back
Remember that
[Bizarre]
It's the big guy, quick to get on you
Battle? I'll be glad to sh** on you
You against my crew we'll see who get destroyed
f** I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boys
Shady a** n***a whether drunk or sober
"Bizarre - that was my demo tape you just recorded over!"
I don't give a damn b**h; I'm just too ill
Gimme ten pills - dive in a crowd like Lambeau Field
Like b**hes ask; now they can drain it
Think of the illest line you know and I bet you I already said it
Just forget it, cause you n***as is f**in pathetic
Pop sh** - all y'all n***as go and get it!
Beat yo' a**, hang you with this f**in mic cord
f** the Source; they quote my raps in Billboard
s** my dick while I laugh like it's funny
And drive off while she yell - where's my money?!
fu*k anybody got beef with D-12
Aiyyo fu*k all y'all mommas, they pussies smell
fu*k anybody that wanna bring the beef
Aiyyo fu*k all y'all hoes that say my feet stink
Yo fu*k them n***as that don't give us radio play
Aiyyo fu*k takin a bath, I don't wash anyways
fu*k anybody tryin to be on our team
And yo f** all y'all n***as with them weak-a** dreams
fu*k all them n***as watchin videos to be rappers
That they're not cause they can't rock the f**in spot
Aiyyo fu*k all you n***as with them dirty-a** shoes
Come in the club like you're dope and you singin the blues
fu*k anybody tryin to kiss our a**
f** all y'all n***as that won't cut my gra**
Ay fu*k all them n***as that ain't gettin no money
Aiyyo fu*k all y'all hoes that won't let me stick your honey
fu*k all the girls that ain't givin up the s**
Aiyyo fu*k all you n***as and I'm askin, "Who's next?"
fu*k anybody wanna battle my crew
Aiyyo fu*k fu*k YOU, fu*k fu*k fu*k YOU!
fu*k anybody tryin get down with 'nani
Ay fu*k all y'all n***as sayin you can't feel my mommy
f** your mommy, f** your daddy
fu*k your grandma, and fu*k his caddy
And fu*k your people, fu*k everybody
fu*k his girlfriend, fu*k John Gotti
fu*k the Mafia, fu*k all that
fu*k New York, aiyyo fu*k Detriot
f** New Jersy, f** California
(Ahhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-fu*k!)