Mr. Porter - Dumpin' lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] Ayo, yo, this is motherf**in' Eminem Dirty Dozen, 'bout to show you How we set it when we come through Know what I'm sayin'? Word up, b**h-motherf**ers better raise up Y'all motherf**ers better raise up! Ayo, buss it! Ayo… [Verse 1: Eminem] I'm a pit bull terrier, triple darin' ya Scarin' ya with a derringer Ready to make you wet like a submariner Tearin' ya frame out with homicidal lines Bringin' the drama and the trauma to your mama's vital signs (Blaow!) A verbal shot fired, this mic's been hot wired Uppercuts to your chin, knockin' your snot skyward Rappers wanna be screenplay actors So I'm givin' they spine fractures Like linebackers from the Green Bay Packers And roll over 'em backwards, Dirty Dozen I'm someone you just don't wanna see, like a nerdy cousin So keep your distance when I get this tense You see my fist clench? It's gonna be some bullets dispensed You best to keep your premises fenced You missed hints, any resistance get you voided like misprints You'll end up with no teeth left makin' a beef threat When I roll up on your set, don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat [Hook 1: Eminem] When I get to bustin', you best to get to jumpin' I'm touchin' somethin' Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin' My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'? That oughta tell you somethin' b**h, I'm comin' through dumpin' Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin' Your blood starts clumpin' I'm comin' through dumpin' If you don't know, you best make an a**umption I got you slumpin' Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin' [Verse 2: Proof] A proven fact, my pact got your whole team movin' back We never losin' slack, I paid dues in rap I'm runnin' till my shoes are tapped My writers use them gats, my thugs fuse them cracks Relax and catch a contact to an amusin' track Slugs dispatched on any street riz and mismatch My team'll get busy, like rednecks on some six packs My fist crack the featherweight, my words'll never break A clever snake'll be forever fake Let me get this cheddar straight Makin' dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the art Me and the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark Weapons concealed until d**h, now see 'em My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium Knockin' domes out the ballpark Your dawgs is all bark, plus you got a small heart Now save them corny lines for Hallmark I want the sunny days and money paid in them figures A microphone fiend, and on my own team there's fake n***as Mums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable They made the shop and stable, with gra** top the table The Glock enable when I pop the fatal Phonies that I plot prenatal wax The player haters never make it back; I'm dumpin' [Hook 1: Eminem] When I get to bustin', you best to get to jumpin' I'm touchin' somethin' Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin' My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'? That oughta tell you somethin' b**h, I'm comin' through dumpin' Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin' Your blood starts clumpin' I'm comin' through dumpin' If you don't know, you best make an a**umption I got you slumpin' Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin' [Verse 3: B-Flat] Ayo, we don't say fat, we stay [scrow?] business The third n***a on the mic, representin' [roughanopolous?] Ain't sh** stoppin' us, old school like Cold Crush Slice and dice MC's on the mic like cold cuts Live and direct, comin' straight from the ghet' Where n***as keep it real and make these girls' panties wet I can't forget the DJ, he play, we say Funky type of sh** that make the crowd wanna flip We don't bust clips, guns is not in us But when sh** get deep it's a must that we bust Arm, leg, leg, arm and head Or afros and facing bald heads all way down to the dreads 40s to drink, endos we smoke And the rims that we ride on are true, deez spokes Tires, know a lot of Michaels, but they don't live on Myers b**h's p**y tight, here come the dick pliers What's my name? Call me sire [Real wide?] on the mic, like titty dancers on the fire When you hear my beat, [?] live crowds jumpin' I'm comin' through dumpin' [Hook 2: B-Flat] Other MC's like Doug E. Fresh ain't sayin' nuttin' b**h-n***a, I'm comin' through dumpin' Go to the church, I'll have the dick in cold humpin' Word up, ‘cause my sh** be comin' through dumpin' [Verse 4: Eye-Kyu] When I'm lifted, don't quiz this, it ain't worth it to risk it I quick with the gift, and twice as swift with the biscuit Headed back to ship off all these n***as' a** around Christmas They know it's the time of year, they be expectin' my visits Doin' 90 on the henzel, runnin' to get it And twist you n***as like a pretzel Blows come in three, like the Godfather trilogy I'm Micheal Corleone with this mic—b**h, you ain't k**in' me Let me see some hands to make sure y'all feelin' me I'm stickin' you up for your rocks And y'all gon' give 'em up willingly Rap is my life, and that's why every day I live it Punches holes in the floor, like wack rappers records Man, ain't a n***a in here is bringin' in drama this thick Then they time to come up shorter than bloods on a midgits sh**, can you dig it?! [Hook 3: Eye Kyu] Kyu comin' through with somethin' Guarenteed to make your whole f**in' block jumpin' Comin through dumpin' When we come, we got your knees cumblin' Y'all n***as ain't sayin nothin', ‘cause we comin' dumpin' What you talkin'? n***a, get to walkin' See your b**h-a** crew stalkin', but we gon get to dumpin' You don't want it, while headin' back up off it I'ma tell you how it is, n***a, ‘cause we dumpin'