Ayo, yo, this is motherfucking Eminem... Dirty Dozen
'Bout to show you how we set it when we come through
Know what I'm saying, word up, bitch motherfuckers better raise up
Y'all motherfuckers better raise up... ayo, buss it
[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
Bringing the drama and the trauma to ya mama's vital signs (Bloah!)
A verbal shot fired, this mic's been hot wired
Uppercuts to your chin knocking your snot skyward
Rappers wanna be screenplay actors, so I'm givin' they spine fractures
Like linebackers on 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 besta keep your premises fixed
You missed hits, any resistance, get you voided like misprints
You'll end up with no teeth left making a beef threat
When I look up on your set, don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat
[Hook 1: Eminem]
When I get the bussin', you best be 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'
Bitch I'm comin' through dumpin'
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin', you blood starts clumpin'
I'm comin' through dumpin'
If you don't know you best make an assumption, 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 'til my shoes are tapped
My writers use them gats, my thugs fuse them cracks
Relax an catch a contact, to an amusin track, slugs dispatched
Slugs dispatch, on any street riz and mismatch
My team'll get busy like rednecks on some 6 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 death, now see 'em
My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium
Knockin' domes out the ballpark, your dawg's is all bark, plus you got a small heart
Now save them corny lines for Hallmark
I wanna the sunny days & money paid in they figures
A microphone fiend and on my own team there's fake niggas
Mums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable
They made the shop an stable, with grass top the table
The Glock enable when I pop the fatal, phonies that I plot prenatal wax
The player haters never make it back
[Hook 1: Eminem]
[Verse 3: B-Flat]
Ayo we don't say that, we say it's real business
The third nigga on the mic, representing world'afanompolous
Ain't shit stoppin us, old school like Cold Crush
Slicing dice, emcee's on the mic like cold cuts
Blaw make the record, coming straight from the get (oh)
Where niggas keep it real, and make these skills pay their debts
I can't forget the DJ he'll play we say, focus on the shit that make the crowd wanna flip
We don't bust clips cause it's not in us, but when shit get deep it's a must that we bust
Arm & leg, leg, arm & head, for afro's and facing bone heads always down to the dreads
40s to drink, endos to smoke and the rims that we ride on is true, deez spokes
Tires, know alot of Michael's but they don't live on myers
Bitches pussy tight, here come the dick flyers
What's my name? homie sire
Gon ride on the mic like titty dances on the fire
[Hook 2: B-Flat]
When you hear my beat, see the crowd starts jumpin, yee, ha-ha-ha yee I'm comin through dumpin' (word)
Other emcees like dougie fresh ain't saying nuthing, bitch nigga I'm comin through dumpin'
Go to the church n have the dick n cold humpin, word up, I'm comin through dumpin'
[Verse 4: Eye-Kyu]
When I'm lifted don't quizz this, it ain't worth it to risk it
I quick with the gift, n twice as swift with the biscuit
Headed back to ship off all the niggas ass around christmas
They know it's the time of year, they be expecting my visits
Doin 90 on the henzel, runnin to get it, n twizt u niggas like a pretzel
Blows come in three like the godfather trilogy, I'm micheal koleown with this mic, bitch u ain't killin me
Let me see some hands to make sure y'all feeling me
I'm stickin you up for your rocks and y'all gon give em up wilingly
Rap is my life n that's why every day I live it, punches holes in the floor
Like wack rappers records, man every nigga in here is bringin in drama this big
Then they time to come up shorter then bloods all midgits, shiiiit
[Hook 3: Eye Kyu]
Can you dig it, kyu coming through with something
Guarentee to make ya whole fuckin block jumpin' comin through dumpin'
When we come, we got your knees cumblin, y'all niggas ain't sayin nothing
Cause we comin dumpin'
What you talkin? nigga get to walkin, see your bitch ass crew walkin, we gon get to dumpin'
You don't want it, while headin back up off it, I'm a tell you how it is, nigga cause we dumpin'
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