Mr. Porter - Census Bureau lyrics

[Intro: Kon Artis] Yeah, we straight from the census bureau Haha, Runyan Ave We lookin for yo' momma D-12 - where yo' momma at? Miko - where yo' momma at? Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo' momma at? I wanna f** that b**h, her stankin a** Hey Em where yo' momma at? (Ohhhh-ohhhhh) Yo.. [Kon Artis] You know me, Denaun the same ol' n***a I spray paint your car up like Rain-O n***a See me and you are sorta like the same I guess We both rock mics but yours is into our chest You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly So pa** the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me? Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin n**ity-wiggity-wild Piggity-pow, n***a be out You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one You reap what you sew, that sh** you oughta know I keep it on the flo' under the seat - I ain't a ho! [Hook: Kuniva] + (Kon Artis) You know it's been a while but we feelin it now (The rough sound muh'f**er, n***as k**in it now) Goddamn! You don't want no problems B (Get your name in the obituary column sheet) It's that same ol' sh**, n***as back again (Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again) Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pa** the Gin (Better duck cause they back bustin gats again) [Swifty] A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed I'll be makin all these n***as wanna take a beam And put it right on my head You don't be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds Havin meetings to recite what I said Liable to have you in a medical room Walk in that b**h with a cell phone then turn it on "You fittin to die holmes!" {*explosion*} Got a chrome that be f**in up sh** worse than I You would swear that I'm a Gemini I k** a guy for nothin - eye to eye And I ain't gotta touch them n***as face soon as I say somethin Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carca** You would think you in d**h Row's office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*} (Hang a n***a!) I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits Survive and I'm gettin up high without a flaw b**h! [Hook] [Proof] I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ Get to cappin at your captain 'til he fall outta life I'm all outta nice, n***a tuck your chain Put holes in your head and finger-f** your brain Fool f** this game, I'm poppin at coach Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke I ain't feelin nothin you wrote so I'm stompin your throat Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks I'm a uzi with arms and legs Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!) You wanna take what my 40-cal since you b**h-made Spittin the right game so yo' a** can get laid The f** down, I don't give a f** now, wha**up? Talkin bout "Clappin" - quit actin, you barely bust nuts Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof And I'mma k** every man that came with you [Bizarre] Yeah, yeah - KNOCK KNOCK! Guess who showed up? 44-mag and tear your whole door up Pink shower cap and, yellow drawers My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls (hahaha) When it comes to p**y, Bizarre goes to work That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww!) So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones [Hook] [Kuniva] Yo, I chuck n***as daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy A triple O.G. like Tray Deee (whattup Loc?) I stay sparkin, b**h I got a attitude I step on your shoes and won't say pardon - be cautious! Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be Wild and disorderly, pissin on your toilet seat n***a now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me b**hes all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me It ain't no ho in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller Rob n***as 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda And you know that I'm the +Shady+ type, the crazy type That's probably why promoters never pay me right We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again I'm bout to bust a Huey and spray up a f**in school again [Hook] [Outro: Bizarre] Yeah.. D-12 Devil's Night.. part two.. The drama.. continues.. KaySlay.. hahahaha..