Infa 1:
Niggaz is dead sick yeah I said it
Sayin yall burf'd me
Man yall aint bred shit
So y yall talkin I aint listenin
"EURF TA CHRIS!!!"
Yall can keep talkin shit
Suck my dick fuck wit me
Yall can get touched by a angel
You fuckin' touch me
Itz I was fuckin' touched by a bitch
Hell yeah d12 send deadly shotz through e-mail
Fast & quick so you c hell and I hope you get caught
& 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 & him
We all up in da place
It don't matter da race battles & space
D12 Proof of dat exsistz
'cause no one can resist this
8mile we shakedown & breakdown niggaz
& bullshittaz
Bull drinkaz click-click sticky finghaz
Porno graphic tactix rapshit
Eminem got my back on this
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 til I'm dead
Bitch don't stop til there's no more head
Sho more legz no, no fuck ya manz
You c I knew you fell in love
When you touched da benz
& clutch da dick wit yo handz
Big favaz I like yo 20 diffrent flavaz
Nyc you a 10 yc
*Need to finish*
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