[Verse 1 - Bizarre:]
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Who died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin'
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I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin'
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sick assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin'
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D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin'
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Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin
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and I'm the machine that brought Marshall back to life
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told him that my rhymes just have to be tight
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so I figured that I would grab the mic
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like a nigga 'bout to rhyme right after Christ
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sometimes we get mad and fight, right back to the lab tonight
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grab an oath in the afterlife, that's only right
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living like a rock star is the only life
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and we are, 6 grown men, who are old friends
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my nigga Bugz, DeShaun Holton
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all the way down, I'ma hold them, D-12 nigga, 'till the world end
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[Verse 2 - Swifty:]
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A lotta niggas try to underestimate me
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'till I come back with vengeance and slice their trachea
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Y'all been placed on a contract for hatin'
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I'ma waste 'em, one by one, for taintin'
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Ability to kill a facility, I'm a sinner of Satan
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fast as a child rapist facin'
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Life or trifle, Henny has made me in waitin'
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they gon' lock me up under the basement
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I'm a one man army, marine and navy
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you done made me angry
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I'm crazy, insane, and maybe
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I bite the face off your baby
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for anyone who try to diss Proof or Hailie
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I'ma break their Halo
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put 'em on the reaper's payroll, erase them and hang their soul
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it ain't no hoes here, McVay s got a scroll
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With names on it, dipped in blood, man I'm cold
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[Verse 3 - Mr Porter:]
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I know you thought we were done, we rose up
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got a gun to make your whole inside fold up
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and hit us with the best shot and we're still standin'
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so tell the world it can lick our scrotum
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straight soldiers, who wanna stunt
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who wanna be the fall guy, who want the punt
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who wanna get fucked for lookin' at me sideways
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every time I roll up I'ma keep it blunt
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where did y'all run when we almost lost Marshall
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y'all did it big like Costco
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and we back in this bitch like a tampon
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still fuck dirty, Em's clean like a bar o' soap
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and you were so slick, on some baffoon shit
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my hand's on a sweeper, your was on a broomstick
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stop lookin' all stupid, I'm rude and abusive
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and strapped, don't make me use it
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[Verse 4 - Eminem:]
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Aight, here's where I come in at...
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I came in this game with, bad intentions,
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and I ain't budged, not even an inch since then
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I'm stubborn, evil, and insensitive
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I'm like nothing you ever seen, pencil in
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hand, it's like I'm holding the insulin,
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so you might wanna button it like Benjamin
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I ain't frightened of nothing, I injure men
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step right in this mark with my henchmen and
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walk, straight to the stage,
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I ain't here to cause trouble, get the fuck out my face
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fall back, little cocksucker, I ain't A&W
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don't get your cold mugs in my way
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get 'em? Shattered, fuckin' A
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been this way since B.C., what can I say?
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I'm stuck in my ways like double stick tape
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don't get turned to a vegetable dick face
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you ain't Superman, stay in your lane, Lois
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D-12 spittin' flames like flamethrowers
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spit 'til we get sprained jaws with metaphors
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that cut with the same force as chainsaws
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hope you're coming with your A game,
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'cause things have changed in this game, isn't the same game, boys
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the stakes have been raised, better make lemonade
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when they give you lemons, if they want us, let 'em aim for us
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Hit Me With Your Best Shot
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| D-12 |
