[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs and six shooter
Body bullet polluter, perverted [bad word] Now who the, [bad word] wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased
I got a [bad word] named trigger, my main-squeeze will make your brain
freeze
Dirty is dope like cane

[Eye-Kyu:]
Remained eased, maintain chill status with no pause
Hot slugs to your carriages, turn your dome to coleslaw
My only thought is survival before my arrival
I'm jumping out on niggas like I'm 5-0
Smack 'em up like a pack of trifling fly hoes
Any opportunity to mangle I never pass up [bad word] your clique with broom sticks - face down, [bad word] up
Dirty Dozen packing the [bad word] to turn your chest red
With our [bad word] in ya mouth, [bad word] everything you just said

[Eminem:]
Yeah yeah [bad word] [bad word] to a block near you is Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a stank, [bad word] [bad word] with 30 husbands
When I was 5 I was already [bad word] 
And playing X-rated cassettes in [bad word] I used to walk up and down the block cussin'
Locked in youth homes at 6 with glocks bussin'
I grew up with not ballers, who got dollars
Shot callers with guns and Rotwillers

[Bizarre:]
By any means necessary I'm on a killing spree
It's the devil in me, intoxicated with brown Hennessy
Beware life ain't fair and I don't care
Cher braids my hair while her kids are in day-care
Two blunts and I'm out for lunch
Your [bad word] said I'm here "Sugar pie, honey bunch"
This Bizarre kid, that ain't the answer
You're more [bad word] than an anorexic cat with [bad word] cancer
 [bad word] ]
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

[Bizarre:]
Back from the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle
Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths new single
Who's the big guy who's quick like Sugar Ray [bad word] Calgon [bad word]  Bizarre might take you away
Give up the [bad word] cause I know you a freak
?? in a week, cause my kids got to eat
Date raping anorexic girls in my beat-up car
(Hold up Bizarre, you taking that [bad word] too far!!!)
but I can't stop cause my brains ain't there

[Eminem:]
Bust a nut then drop that [bad word] in Lake St. Clair
Your mistakes ain't rare, your rap style annoys
You rap like a [bad word] plus I can't stand your voice [bad word] you suck, you whack as [bad word]  eat a [bad word] You need a brick upside your dome, we be the [bad word]  you down in carloads
Leaving you smashed down on tar roads, flat line like barcodes

[Eye-Kyu:]
Put up your guard hoes, I'm blazing heat the way we speak
Not even Nike could cover these amazing feats
Burning rappers eternally, internally and externally
For half stepping like one-legged fraternities
Quickdraw McGraw, AKA Eye-Kyu
Putting something inside you, leaving holes that I see right through
For anyone [bad word] my view, my art of attack
Is slugs through your chest, that'll blow your heart out your back
Making sure you get fed, with a whole lot of led
And throw you over the Ambassador Bridge and scream "Drop Dead!"

[Proof:]
Largely, I'm out to stack equations, without a tax-evasion
Make moms say "That's amazing," all the same like black and Asian
My pack evasion, attack a stage and you blush like a Cadillac,
I wish your fleet would try to battle rap,
Or make a man bleed, like a cattle pack stampede
Front and co-sign my hands leave
Think to Recognize like Sam Sneed
My ?? dispose