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D-12 f IQ

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[Bizarre]Emceeeeeeees.. RUN!Or get hit with my, verbal, gun!This mic weighs a ton!Dozen battles for fun..I`ll disrespect you, and your crewHere comes MC.. IQ![IQ]Yo` fakeness is atrocious, post this, deep in yo` hypnosisThen focus, roll this and smoke thislike L`s of that bomb-ass herb that`s guaranteed to rock bellsA hip-hop ReFugee like Prazwell; travellin cities pimpinbabblin biddies game trump tight to solidifyComputerized to get rid of spies - know what I do to guysshootin and spittin lies? I`m banishin existanceJust vanish any instances, brandishin sentencesProvin repentence is the only way to see me, don`t miss theseMe and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leavesNever bammer bitch please, but keep smoke in my systemRoll blunts, it`s all tight, on a off nightI still smoke like exhaust pipesand bust a universal flow to blow your wig backLike niggaz with toupees, drivin a convertibleAnd furthermore I run the board; yo` shit is playedAnd the way you fell off you couldn`t bounce back with a bungee cord[Chorus 4X: Bizarre]Bring your boys and, we can bring the noise andYOU DON`T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN![Bizarre]My crew is like amazed, put in fear like ex-slavesWho wanna step to this microphone and think that they BRAVE?Dozen always startin the fuckin beefI don`t give a fuck if you from Kansas, I`m still the fuckin +CHIEF+Back the fuck up I`m releasin my dum-dumsTell your whore stop pagin me, 9-1-1I`m a star that they call BizarreSmokin blunts with Mel Farr in my brand new carThe nigga (?) write rhyme wanna see meIf I was in Arizona, I`d still request iced teaBizarre don`t give a shit about youOn top of the mountain - ain`t nuttin your bitch-ass crew can doSick MC that they call PeterTreat your crew like an unexpected, meter readerTalkin more shit than Howard CosellButt-fuckin Jezebels in nasty hotels[Chorus][Proof]How you think yo` crew sound, compared to this?It`s the team that yo` entire clique scared to dissDemandin, attentions when the glock soundY`all niggaz to be murdered like Jeffery Dahmer`s on lock downI`m Brown like Bobby, pullin hoes like WhitneyTake your title kill your moms - so you won`t forget meLips sealed; nigga, I might blow important plotsWhoever front is gettin done like Michael Jordan popsYo I`m number one translator, mic famed Dirty DY`all niggaz gettin hung like this was 1933Got word of me now flee, cause you ain`t got a chanceDeath is three easy steps so now we gotta danceSo look away don`t play with the style masterI love killin beef, so I kill a whole cow pastureLyrically I`m sick ill, everything but soberNy nickel-plate, pack the disc-trayJack and fool get fucked over - BRING IT![Eminem]Dirty Dozen is the clique so walk right over and lynch yaRip the ass right out ya pants like a Doberman PinscherLike the Cobra and Ninja, my intention`s to injureAnd prevent ya from enterin from an inch of my centerOr get your motherfuckin pants split at the creasesFuckin you intellectually;givin you mental sexually transmitted diseasesMy duty is to keep a stranger barredI guard my sector like a Saint Bernard, and this ain`t the yardBringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slingerDroppin your whole clique with one finger `til none lingerBeware of my dogs attackin like a pack of Great DanesChargin like freight trains through the great plains[Chorus]

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