Infa 1:
Niggaz is dead sick yeah I said it
Sayin' y'all burf'd me
Man y'all ain't bred shit
So y y'all talkin' I ain't listenin
"Eurf ta chris!"
Y'all can keep talkin' shit
Suck my dick fuck wit me
Y'all can get touched by a angel
U fuckin' touch me
Itz I was fuckin' touched by a bitch
Hell yeah d12 send deadly shotz through e-mail
Fast and quick so u c hell and I hope you get caught
And send you ta jail
Real papha da money we gettin'
And da honey's we dippin
Just know their "brainz" will be splittin'
But they real degenerent
Chi-Town niggaz tell you how real it is
And who killin' it
Like 50 da realist niggz doin' da realist shit
Aftha-shock bombz you can be dead and still feel da MID
Proof:
Boomin, bouncin', 40 oz.'s
Homiez bouncin', honey's surruondin us
Showz springin, hoes bringin' friendz 4 da "D" and "Em"
Itz just me and him
We all up in da place
It don't matter da race battles and space
D12 Proof of dat exsistz
'Cause no one can resist dis
8mile we shakedown and breakdown niggaz
And bullshittaz
Bull drinkaz click-click sticky finghaz
Porno graphic tactix rapshit
Eminem got my back on dis
S.Po:
(New York Favorate Rappa)
I a make you famous
A gun clap aroun of applause you rappaz
Dissolvin' quicka den
Vanilla Ice's career in rappin'
I can pop till I'm dead
Bitch don't stop till there's no more head
Sho more legz no, no fuck ya manz
U c I knew you fell in love
When you touched da benz
And clutch da dick wit yo handz
Big favaz I like yo 20 different flavaz
NYC u a 10 YC
*Need to finish*
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