Intro (Eminem):
Ayo, yo, this [bad word] Eminem, Dirty Dozen,
'Bout to show you how we set it when [bad word] through
Know what I'm sayin', word up, [bad word] [bad word] better raise up
y'all [bad word] better raise up, ayo buss it

Verse 1 (Eminem):
Ayo, I'ma pit-bull terrier, triple darin' ya, scarin' ya
with a derringer, ready to make you wet like a Submariner
Tearin' ya frame out with homicidal lines
Bringin' the drama and the trauma to ya mama's vital signs (Blaw!)
verbal shot fired, this mic's been hot wired
Uppercuts to your chin knockin' your snot skyward
Rappers wanna be screenplay actors,
so I'm givin' them spine fractures, like linebackers on the Green Bay Packers
And roll over 'em backwards - Dirty Dozen
I'm someone you just don't wanna see like a nerdy cousin
So keep your distance when I get this tense
You see my fist clench it's gonna be some bullets dispensed
You besta keep yo premescence fixed
Your mistense, any resistance, get you voided like mis-prints
You'll end up with no teeth left makin' a beef threat
When I look up on your set, don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat

 [bad word] (Eminem):
When I get the bussin, you best be get to jumpin'
I'm touchin' somethin', fool [bad word] #39; through dumpin'
My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'
That oughta tell you somethin' [bad word] [bad word] #39; through dumpin'
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin'
You blood starts clumpin' [bad word] #39; through dumpin'
If you don't know you best make an assumption
I got you slumpin' fool [bad word] #39; through dumpin'

Verse 2 (Proof):
proven fact my pact got your whole team movin' back
We never losin' slack, I paid dues in rap [bad word] #39; crews my shoes are tapped
My right is choosin' gats, my thugs ?-use ?-acks
Relax an catch a contact, to an amusin' track
Slugs dispatched on any street risen? mismatched
My team'll get busy like rednecks on some 6 packs
My fist crack the featherweight, my word's'll never break
clever snake'll be forever fake, let me get this cheddar straight
Makin' dough is a part, so is the heart
My flow is the art, me an the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark
Weapons concealed until death, now see 'em
My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium
Knockin' domes out the ballpark, your dawgs is all bark
Plus you got a small heart now save them corny lines for Hallmark
I wanna the sunny days & money paid in they figures
microphone fiend an on my own team there's fake niggas
Mum's they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable
They made the shop an stable, with grass top the table
The glock enable when I pop the fatal, phonies that I plot pre-natal wax
The player haters never make it back - I'm dumpin'

 [bad word] (Eminem):
When I get the bussin, you best be get the jumpin'
I'm touchin' somethin', fool [bad word] #39; through dumpin'
My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'
That oughta tell you somethin' [bad word] [bad word] #39; through dumpin'
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin'
You blood starts clumpin' [bad word] #39; through dumpin'
If you don't know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpin'
 [bad word] #39; through straight dumpin'

Verse 3 (B-Flat):
Ayo we don't say fat, we stay scroll(?) bizness
The 3rd [bad word] on the mic, representin Rough Anopolies(?)
Ain't [bad word] stoppin' us, old school like Cold [bad word] 
Spice & dice MC's on the mic like cold cuts
Live N [bad word] #39; straight from the debt
where niggas keep it real and make these girls panties wet
I can't forget the D.J., he play, we say
funky type of [bad word] that make the crowd wanna flip
We don&