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{*"Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo" repeated in background throughout the whole song*}[Swifty McVay]Yo.. uhh, where your mom at? Uhh, uhhWatch these motherfuckers macks like Guilian, a hooliganNiggaz see my face and be like "OH MY GOD, IT`S YOU AGAIN?!"It don`t matter what crew you inI 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 McVayYou`ll burn nigga, I get into yaLike Drew Barrymore wit clamedia, I`m gettin rid of yaNow all the witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers I`m serialWhen I bomb first, it`s gon` be worse than bicentennial(haha) All ya appear when expected like cold soarsWhen in World Wars, puttin slugs through whore`s doorsThe chance is all yours, so motherfucker take it (uh-huh)Treat ya life like it`s sacred or get robbed butt-naked (uhh)[Bizarre]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 mayorsSmack the mic out ya hand, quicker than Lawerence Taylor(haha) I shoot up ya whole block for no apparent reasonNiggaz 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 appetizersYour 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 performinBizarre 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[Chorus]Cause the only motherfuckers that`ll die tonightSmoke weed and cocaine just to get you highMotherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fightStab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!Cause the only motherfuckers that`ll die tonightSmoke weed and cocaine just to get you highMotherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fightStab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife![Kuniva]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 halfsand 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 stampsI`m quick to crash, let the shottie blastGrab the dolly and drag the bodies of niggaz that lolly gaggedFinish; you might as well climb in this body bagso the E.M.S. won`t waste time puttin your ass in it(hey) I`m out cold like bums and frost bite in blizzardsDirty 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 skillFor real, I feel I was born to lyrically kill at willWit the power to sell wheel I`m killed (I`m serious!)Damn my man is ill, so don`t you get caughtKuniva, obliterate rappers with just a meare coughI`m fierce, hungry on the prawl so you`re aloud to runbefore I drop the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun{*PUNCH*} Shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakersDJs and bouncers be catchin bullets through they beepers[Verse Four]Yo, yo, uh-huhI 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-sightedI could see ass but not peopleI`m supposed pick up from stops cause I ride passed it(hey stop!) Who the hell you know jump in a lake of piranasGo to church just to slain ganja and driven off dramaFuck ya mama, I`d kill her for stackin shit that highYour nose got shot cause I missed your eyeA wise guy who get high off his own supplyZombie fire ya own family and make you verifyThe corpses, had his horsemen and`ll leave your stage torchinScreamin "Beat" as soon as I show, ya niggaz fault then(let`s leave!) Beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout thisThat`s why people ignore you, like you ain`t even talkinYou chit-chatted and got splatted by diseaseBe attict and spits spontaneous like Greg MadduxI cut `em off crooked in ganja greenYa mans is high, get ignorant, or beats, by loosin his spleenYour troop`ll be seen as soon my team get onWe ruinin citys like "Godzilla" through Hong KongYou ding-dong dummys ain`t dumb enough to try and dodge bulletsAs soon as I pull it, I douse `til you`re full of itI love beef, I`m mackin lit wit the heatMy technique is well spoken even when I don`t speakI sent a nigga twistin wit heatso many times that when he knownful he facin the back of his feet[Verse Five]I`ma fall to those sworn, I split your capricornand forewarn your first born and forms a snow stormI flip caps, like Kittins on gym mats and get under your skin fastBattle me, I`m Slim (?), I crack brains like egg shellsand scramble your brain cells and shatter your veins wellThe 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 trickleTickle 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 stationJump out then start shootin like a bunch of crazed HaitiansPlus I`m too skinny cause my attitude is shittyPlus 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 (?)[Chorus][Verse Six]The only things missin is for me to shatter these bastardsCause I breathe toxic fumes and spit battery acidand had to be a drasticsituation for you to step through the ghetto snort size gun powderand pounce fortys and jet fumes, NECESS FUEL!We make the shit shake, to break the breakto tearin rappers out the brain, like ex-bitches picture(ha) So look when I`m tore up off liquorI`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 wifeysBang 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 asscause all `em knucks stay on the night (shut up bitch)The mighty whitey, I drive you rappers fuckin crazyYou wonderin "How the hell my lady had this white baby!"(what?!) In the richest city, the crew and `em suit me nameLeavin 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 weightWhat plenty hate, I took out my many dates (bitch)I`m the addition that make you fled pissinIf you stay there they`ll find your body with your head missin(AHH!) You`re dread dissin, so it wouldn`t be wise tooYou know you biggers fuck but they make coughers in your size tooTrespass, and you will get your chest madThe 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[Chorus]Yo, hahaha, what? Hahaha, yo yo yo, Da Ruckus in the houseI thought ya KNEEEW! Hahaha, haha, Bizarre - ill or notDetriot City Y`AALL! Yeah, Swifty McVay, don`t stop boyThe game, hahahaha-ha, D-12, where your mama at?Da Ruckus, PEEIN, I`M PEEIN ON YOU, I`M PEEIN ON YOU!What the f.. I`M PEEIN ON YOU! Yo we out, hurry up[Chorus 2X]Cause the only motherfuckers gonna die tonight {*music fades*}

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