| Okay, can you turn the beat up a little bit?
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| Yeah
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| Let’s separate the boys from the men, no Michael Bivins shit
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| Still fuck the world till we die, plus we don’t give a shit
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| D12 repper for life, so fuck your feelings if
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| You got something to say about us, make way for ignorance
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| Today I got time to do boss shit, pass the Dom P
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| Duck down or get buck shots, one love to Sean P
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| Don’t get your momma jumped on in World Star
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| The pack of used rubbers on the floor in your girl’s car
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| Talk about the streets, half you niggas are snitches
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| I got suburban problems, trying to match my glasses and dishes
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| I’m in house slippers, sipping coffee, all about figures
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| Fuck your couch, I’m a grouch nigga, bucket house niggas
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| You killing your brain cells for rhymes, homie I feel you
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| You trying to out-rap me, I’m trying to outlive you
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| The second most dangerous group besides them OGs from Compton
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| Who won’t stop poppin' until the job’s done
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| There’s no escaping the safe, it ain’t nothing alive
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| That could stop you from being lyrically raped
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| A holocaust in a metal straitjacket in a hospital ward
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| I break out like El Chapo with a hostage involved
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| This cartridge will spark, I ain’t fixing auto parts
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| For drivin' a silencer, in your grandmomma’s heart
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| Cult followin', dope swallowin'
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| No tolerance, your flow’s halogen, smoke models
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| And I’m heartless, crazy, I’ll slap your baby during his christenin'
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| And that’s just a increment of my ignorance
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| I aim, blast and murk
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| I’m quick to make enemies in a Catholic church
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| And shit on half of the Earth
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| Quick to bust in your crib, wipe my ass with a nigga shirt
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| Hazardous is a understatement, how I work
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| An obnoxious bastard, I give 'em the signal
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| And my moms' will blast you
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| A cannibalistic asshole that happens to be a rap dude
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| Clap you faster than the crabs all in your bitch pants
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| Whoever thought that I was a hoe, I let 'em know right now
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| It’s Dirty Dozen forever, take a bow
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| Point him out, we will rush his clique
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| Toughest nigga in the crowd would turn around
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| And be like, «Fuck this shit»
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| You can suck this dick
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| Got my middle finger lodged up inside your bitch
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| I’m just as raw as it gets, nigga
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| Caine user, a lot of bad habits
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| A known drug addict that practice black magic
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| Different strokes, for different folks
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| Different cokes, I be smoking from coast to coast
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| They can’t tame us, they wanna blame us
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| For shooting up Lil' Wayne’s bus, ha ha ha
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| I fuck a bitch with a dirty rubber
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| Forty years old, still on the Freshman XXL cover
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| I’m Iron Mike, ready to bite,
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| You ain’t ready to fight, hit your ass in the back with a pipe
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| Starting something, packing lunches
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| Mayweather, I’m blocking punches
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| Nigga you don’t wanna be starting nothin'
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| Stuck in the 80s, repping Shady, Bizarre’s crazy
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| Dirty jersey Tracy McGrady, bout to smack my old lady
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| Backstage, underage, back page
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| The way I act on stage, shit I should be shot and tazed
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| Big knife, big fight, big wife
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| I shot Tyrone in the back, for trying to fuck my wife
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| , smack the kids, ha ha ha
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| Man I’m taking this shit too far
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| Zero tolerance, like Lenin and Stalin, I’m hazardous
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| A ravenous antagonist that rose up from the dead
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| And now the world knows me as Lazarus
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| I rip apart these blasphemous
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| Culture crushing, cancerous contaminants that burn slow
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| Chop they limbs and eat they eyes like they my green inferno
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| Collect my enemies until they sweatin', wet and frenzy
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| That make 'em stampede and surgically stitch a human centipede
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| My bars are like amphetamine, they’ll raise your hearts Adrenalin
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| Like seconds before your death
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| And you see Satan juggling Kerosene and gasoline
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| These fakers enter, I’ll change your gender
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| When I expose the bitch in you like Caitlyn Jenner, I’ll stay forever
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| Modern day warlord
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| Descendant of Genghis and his Mongolian horde
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| I slice you in four with my double edged sword
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| I’m like Little Mac to this Hip-Hop
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| And leaving the game punched out
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| Uppercut to the body, open your ribs and now your guts out
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| Get all my legal aliens and send 'em to Donald Trump’s house
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| I’m as raw as it gets, Lazarus, D12 |