[Intro - Bizarre]
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Yeah!!!
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Detroit mothafucka!!!
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DJ Green Lantern!!!
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D12!!!
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We ain’t goin’ nowhere!!!
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We still smokin’ crack nigga!!!
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Haha!!!
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Let ‘em know!!!
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AH-HA!!!
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[Chorus - Eminem]
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Bitch keep talkin’
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Keep on poppin’ off with them jaws because, we ain’t stoppin’
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We ain’t got to prove shit to ya’ll so all ya’ll can lick the balls and keep walkin’
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Keep on poppin’ that shit you poppin’
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Cuz we ain’t stoppin’ cuz you ain’t stoppin’ us
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We aint got to prove shit to ya’ll so all ya’ll can lick the balls and keep walkin’
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(Yo!) COME ON!!!
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[Verse 1 - Kuniva]
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Yo the derelict is back
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I’m blazin’ niggas while they up in the Sheraton last
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I even sold my therapist crack
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You niggas is bitch straight up I’m bearin’ the facts
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I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats
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And nigga I’m top pedigree so don’t play wit me
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Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat
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Kids and all be hit
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Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all
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Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter
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Packin’ guns when I’m sleep walkin’
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(Bitch keep talkin’!!!)
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Throwin’ fire bombs down your chimney
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While you eatin’ at Wendy’s
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I’m in your bushes cockin’ the semi
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Nice wit the hands
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Never bow down to another man
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I was poppin’ guns while you was still poppin’ some rubber bands
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Smother your clan
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Sever your hands and your legs
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Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!!!
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[Verse 2 - Swifty]
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I’m the only one your bitch let touch her
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Type of brother that will fuck your mother
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With a fishnet rubber
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A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka
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That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller
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When it comes to beefin’
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It ain’t no explainin’
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I’ll change your language wit a stainless
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I’m contained wit a anguish to leave your famous
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I’m a deranged pit ya’ll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit
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Niggas don’t say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin’ by I’m firin’ at ya, cuz I can
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You get squashed like pop cans
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I be shootin’ 7-Up in your mouth man
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I’m about to sell your mama bud, and lace it
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So when she fire it up she coughin’ blood
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I love to see ‘em wasted
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I’m made to behave in this case
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You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!!!
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[Chorus - Eminem]
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Bitch keep talkin’
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Keep on poppin’ off with them jaws because, we ain’t stoppin’
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We ain’t got to prove shit to ya’ll so all ya’ll can lick the balls and keep walkin’
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Keep on poppin’ that shit you poppin’
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Cuz we ain’t stoppin’ cuz you ain’t stoppin’ us
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We aint got to prove shit to ya’ll so all ya’ll can lick the balls and keep walkin’
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(Bizzie!) COME ON!!!
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[Verse 3 - Bizarre]
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I ain’t here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule
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I’m here to talk about lil’ Ray Ray and whatever do
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Psyche, I ain’t gonna mention it
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He probably sue
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Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!!!)
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The first time I had sex… a dirty mattress
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No condom… my grandmother… bent over backwards
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Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer
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Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother
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Psyche, I’m not bisexual
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I’m an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)
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And I ain’t sayin’ shit cause it rhyme
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I got colon cancer, I’m dyin’!!!
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[Verse 4 - Proof]
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YEY-YEY
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Rest in peace Jam Master Jay
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Tupac
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And Notorious BIG
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I’m probably the best
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Guy in the flesh
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Blow ya heart out ya chest
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And ya chest out ya vest
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Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell
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Study my trail I cut and me fail
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A druggy on bail nutty as well
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Which such like buddy revel
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Dead or in jail
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Still headin’ for hell
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The ghetto rebels the wrong guy
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Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob
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We can set this from your front door to your CEO office
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Got the key to your coffin
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To pee on you often
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Great me wit offers we taken over
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Or get China white mixed wit bakin’ soda
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Ya hear me!?!
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[Outro - Eminem]
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Fuckin’ crack heads
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| And this is just mix tape sh |
