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Yo, yo, yo, yo-yo
D12, Kon Artis
Yo, yo

[Kon Artis]
Oh we sound like clones uh?
Where the [bad word] you think he started at homes, uh?
Skip the small talk, talkin' is a risk you take
Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break
To the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect yank from every weed spot like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone on any thing at any given night [bad word] leavin' my roots, I'm still in cahoots with [bad word] who shoot up like troops in [bad word] Pull up in a red hersh, with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse,
With a cold purse, screamin' the stove hurt

[Bizarre]
On my Harley Davison, I ride down Main Street
I speed with my dad's name on my [bad word] cheek
Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
Got you doin' more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took, you gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anyone else who wanna get [bad word]  cause..
(No one's ready to deal with us)

[Eminem]
Whether you rap or you don't rap (No escapin' this)
Duck 'fo you [bad word] (No escapin' this)
Get stucked [bad word]  with us (No escapin' this)
Cause...
(No one's ready to deal with us)

We [bad word] your little world of perfect mist
To bring you this [bad word] that murder conserved us with
Cursin' diss, with verses so merciless these words can just [bad word] up your high worse than this...
I KILL for less, and dump BODIES in the [bad word]  wilderness
I'm a wilderbeast, I conceal the peace even after I was bust if I want police
You think, just because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shot guns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without buns!!
Too many [bad word] murders I can't even count one!!
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums?!!
I don't know what the [bad word] they're called, I just grabbed 'um!!
12-gauge dumped in a [bad word] fueled rage, [bad word] age, I'm still goin' through my  [bad word] you" stage
I'm a, "27-year-old-eleven-year-old", I'ma never grow up, [bad word] I ain't gon' never get old
I'll be sittin' here with a cane and a beard,
Still insane and as weird as a deaf-can'-even-hear, brain in my rear, yeah
So 'till I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'm a drop a [bad word] single every [bad word] week people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no I.D.
Kids...

[Proof]
Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
The [bad word] s hot, once splittin' your brain in three
Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the [bad word] you lookin' at"?
And invite the hook to scrap
I gave my life to God, n***a, then I took it back
Took it black, this [bad word]  gat, will leave your cookie cracked
Detroit's, derelict, arrogant, terrorist, straight on you areospit
Spit at people various people, to leave you bloody 'till your buried with
Every hit was serious, n***as wanna know how murderous The Dirty Harry is
When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust
Cause...
(No one's ready to deal with us)

[Swift]
Ha,
When [bad word]  to Swift they change directions
My [bad word] so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon' fear it
I snatch away yo' DNA from existance, with no spirit
Give up the carrots or see the .9 [bad word]  with mine is like barracine chewin' up swine, on Christmas
With a white trailer [bad word] on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a platime,
I attack killin', [bad word]  hoes like Mack Dillin'
Stackin' obituaries higher than Michcael Jackson's cieiclin'
I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
Hate what I&