D12

The Underground EP

6 Reasons

They wish that they could bear me black

D12 standin back

No plan in that

Death met this

We got a hand in that

Who ever run this s**t

You get me a jammed knee cap

Make the healthy get your fam handicapped

You a fan of rap

My clan attack your school home your b***h house

Pull my nine milli you die with your fist out

I'm here in this it's over when

Venomous

Drunken dialect with agressive sober b***h

My bionic phonics demonish elonics demonic is tainted chronic

Impossible to hold down like vomit

Mics upon it you stayed a it

Like tourists that Islamic

I enter atmosphere like a comet

The new god of rap call me n***a thor

Snap your back when I slap your a*s in the figure four

From miles around they can feel its leathal

I make hardcore groups like wu-tang look like the village people

No sequal the general with the sinistal

I'll punch your mindstate and kill your inner child

It's been awhile since you b***h n***as heard of me

Cuz the last six months I've been doing RB

But now I'm on some sick s**t

N***as better duck quick

You know who you're f**kin with

I'll leave your n***as beathless

Seein me and Bugz rollin in the blue hummer

You a b***h

Scared to shoot like Linsay Hunter

Don't need to be a father cuz I'm just too illmatic

I'll probably posion my kids like I was in the alley

F**kin Anerexic digexlic f**k alexic

I'm doing drive by's in fusha bmx's

I know a girl that says she prio

And her sign is leo

Bugsy f**ked her in a regal

Then she took me to my P O

F**k rollin C Low

I'm down to a c note

Lost a G rollin dice at that punk a*s casino

But f**k it s**t

Cuz when time gets bad see me in drag whippin mags on unsuspectin fags

I gotta shoot b***h you got to boot

And hurry up wit it

I'm tryin to catch this prostitute

Let's have a

F**k around with us and see what happen

We all got them guns clappin

Got your n***as back trackin

Yeah we dump bodies on sea shores

Bustin D Js over they backs with keyboards

Turn up my levels

Your crew is frutier than pepples

Changin your razor back mcs to runnin doubles

Bust up

Kon Artis quick to smack your slut up

Keep a pack of rubbers just in case I gotta nut up

Brigade style hold them all down

That's how it's meant to be

You kick the same s**t your whole tape sound like a symphony

Don't say s**t to me connin your daughter

Talkin b***hes out like they pennies dollars and quarters

Like that horseman I'll leave you wack clowns head-less

While safariers come to my show and leave jealous

You ever said this slash rapper and producer

Wouldn't make your head twist

Guard your grill and your necklace

I got six reasons why we keep s**t comin

Dirty dozen left n***as runnin for cover

Hiding behind they lovers

Squeelin out peelin rubber

As we shout Don't f**k with dirty dozen