Proof - Filthy lyrics

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Proof - Filthy lyrics

f**s fat a** {*cough*} nasty dirty n***as, uhhh FILTH, sh**! f**in filth! Yeahh LA LA LA, la la la la, la LA! [Proof] Aiyyo - my style bust holes in the earth, crush the crust By the dirtiest, heathen specialize in stoppin breathin My legion'll bleed man - what do you believe in? (Heaven and Hell) Make your grill swell, it ain't hard to tell I work spells, all wicked like Gargamel Put (?) hand first, the red bursts another victim [Bizarre] Nah man, let the morgue pick 'em [Eminem] Cancel the hash sh**, I'm fillin my glands full of acid Two hands full of a** dancin with Angela Ba**ett Make plans for the casket, your head lands in a basket A dead man's in the plastic, I got red hands and the mask fits (Yeahhh Em) f**in rap pervert, I serve dirt My sick thoughts get all mixed up like rainbow sherbert Get every nerve hurt - spot a mic and walk toward it My whole click'll beat yo' f**in a** and camcord it [Bizarre] Somebody hide me, too many hoes on my dick Smoked all your "Hay," who wants to start the Crucial Conflict? I'm the big daddy smokin blunts in Cali Ill enough to do a driveby on a stay in school rally Stop stop knockin cause ain't nobody there Hoes with AIDS - I still f** BARE! Cause I, I just don't care Ill enough to f** up, all yo' dental care When Bizarre kid comes through, you better yell mayday While you was havin "Good Times," I +dyno-mite+ Kujo and J.J [Kon Artis] HAHA, yeah yeah b**h! I get helmet from stank crackheads And read my kids horror stories when I lay 'em to bed Ridin bikes bu*t-naked, gettin frisked by policemen fu*k Christmas - this is take your gift season Beatin kids up for no reason, take lunch boxes and all Gettin high off mushrooms and play, "A Friendly Game of Dodgeball" b*tch! YEAH! Aiyyo.. [Repeat to fade] You're battlin the Dirty Dozen, that don't pay You god damn right punk, stay outta my way

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