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D12( D-12 )


{*'Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo' repeated in background throughout
the whole song*}

[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)

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

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!

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

[Verse Four]
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

[Verse Five]
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 (?)


[Verse Six]
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

[Verse Seven]
I'm nasty, I hack a loogy in your face {*HACH*}
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


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?
What the f.. I'M PEEIN ON YOU! Yo we out, hurry up

[Chorus 2X]

Cause the only motherfuckers gonna die tonight {*music fades*}

D12( D-12 )
Miscellaneous 1
Album songs
1.Act A Fool
4.Obie Trice skit
5.We Live This Shit
6.Keep Talkin (Bonus Track)
7.Dude (Skit)
8.Down Low
10.D-12 World
11.Get Back
12.Get The Dick
13.How People Get Fucked Up
14.I Remember
16.My Words Are Weapons
17.No One's Iller Than Me
18.No Rubber
19.Purple Hills
21.Rap Guys
23.Shit On You
24.Trife Thieves
25.Under The Influence
26.W.e.g.o. (interlude)
27.What What
28.Another Public Service Announcement
29.40 Oz.
30.Suck It
32.Rap Game (50 Cent)
33.Rap Game
34.Words Are Weapons
35.One Night Stand
36.Changed Man
37.B N U
38.D12 Purple Pills
39.Loyalty (Featuring Obie Trice)
40.American Psycho II (Featuring B-Real)
41.Girls (hidden bonus track)
42.Shit on You (Clean Version)
43.U R the One
44.Pour Your 40 Out
45.American Pyscho
46.Blow My Buz
47.Nasty Mind
48.Steve Berman
49.Pass Dat Bong
50.Purple Hills (Purple Pills Radio/Video Edit)
51.These Drugs
52.Purple Pills (Video Edit)
53.My Fault (pizza Mix)
54.Till Hell Freezes Over
55.High (Modify)
56.Obie Trice (Skit)
58.Pimp Like Me'(feat. Dina Rae
59.Obie Trice'(feat. Obie Trice
60.Rap Game'(feat. 50 Cent
61.What What'(feat. Da Brigade
62.Another Public Service Annocement
63.Bad Influence
66.My Ballz
67.Good Die Young
68.Fuck Ajaye
69.I Say Yeah
70.I'll Be Damned
71.D12-Purple Pills(Unedited Real Studio Version!!!)
72.When The Music Stops
74.It Ain't Nothin' But Music
75.Just Like You
76.Shit on You (A Cappella)
77.Just Like U
78.D12 World
80.Pimp Like Me (Featuring Dina Rae)
82.Words Are Weapons - Non-Lp Version
83.Rap Game - Soundtrack Version (Edit)
84.Rap Game - Soundtrack Version
85.I Made It (feat. Trick Trick)
86.How Come - Extended verses (explicit)
87.Git Up - Album Version (Edited)
88.Keep Talkin' - Album Version (Edited)
89.Good Die Young - Album Version (Edited)
90.Bugz 97 (Skit) - Album Version (Edited)
91.40 Oz. - Album Version (Edited)
92.D-12 World - Album Version (Edited)
93.Steve's Coffee House (Skit) - Album Version (Edited)
94.Bitch - Album Version (Edited)
95.Bizarre (Skit) - Album Version (Edited)
96.Get My Gun - Album Version (Edited)
97.Leave Dat Boy Alone - Album Version (Edited)
98.How Come - Album Version (Edited)
99.6 In The Morning - Album Version (Edited)