D12 - Just like u
Tekst :
[Chorus x4:]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up. Yes I do
[Verse one - Bizarre]
Son, you don t wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, fuckin geezers.
Shot s in your ass, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For fuckin bitches in they foul mouth.
I can t help it, my group s D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, raping an old lady.
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn t have a baby,
All I can teach you, learn how to mac.
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact slap your sister, she s a slut.
Don t you realize Bizarre don t give a fuck? (Hahaha)
[Chorus x4]
[Verse two - Bizarre]
Don t go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I m playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin dirty muffin. (Damn)
You re my son, I m trynna teach you sumptin.
You re eight years old? It s time to start fuckin.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)
[Chorus x8]
[Outro - Bizarre]
I m tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I m prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.
Hi-Tek.
D12 - Hellbound
Tekst :
[Announcer]
Welcome back, to the stage of history
[Eminem]
Yo.. Slim Shady!
Yo.. I ll fuckin.. I ll..
I ll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
Battle? I m too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I ll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you ll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
(Bitch!) I ain t no fuckin G, I m a cannibal
I ain t tryin to shoot you,
I m tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I m so bananas I m showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes
Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)
I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we re livin in?
If so, heaven s got to be better
But if we re hellbound, whatever, let s go down
[J-Black]
Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never)
I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse
I ma drink til my liver rot, see the doc
Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, til the liver spot
One day we all gon die
But when I die, I ma be so high
that I ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare
with the chalk outline still there
I smoke til I choke and I sex a lot
I got a cross on my chain but it s just a rock
Now if I pray everynight (night)
Do I still have to hold my trey very tight?
You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth
I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse
I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse
Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk
See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface
Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
Angels greet me but I don t reply back
Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where s Thai at?
Chorus 1/2
[Announcer]
Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns
Final battle, fight!
[Masta Ace]
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y all know I m no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won t dare
Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don t care
Chorus
[J-Black]
But every time I take a step, it gets dim..
Tell me is this hell we re livin in?
Haha..
[Announcer]
Time s up!
You lose!
D12 - American psycho II
Tekst :
I m a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I m a psycho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
Cause I m a psycho
I m a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I ll split a ***** open,
Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders,
I ll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
Was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don t come
Smoke em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I m a vulture,
Close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up,
Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don t wanna chat, speak when
You spoken to, and I don t have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice
What you hoes ll do
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence
And light your front door up, get scared, life ain t fair, and I m prepared to blast you
Just as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so watch what you say, cause it can happen
Either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I m dead
Serious, you could be dead period, end of story, I m on your porch wit a gun and
Your son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,
Stomp your head while you awake, you ll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitch
You can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the week
They found Saddam, but they ain t gonna find me, I ll be under a tree,
In Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don t know too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain t a racist
I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old
And joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking
Blow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow won t even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it
The fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out
I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of em, some fell out and hit the floor,
All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to
My man D Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin to figure whether
To use the flat head or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up,
Gives me two hours and 6 days and I m still up, I feel like I m about to snap and minute, there s a new
Tower Records, I m bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did
That shit to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle wit piss and go shatter his fuckin lips wit it