Ayo, yo, this motherfucken Eminem, Dirty Dozen, ‘Bout to show you how we set it when we come through, Know what I’m sayin’, word up, bitch motherfuckers better raise up, y’all motherfuckers better raise up, ayo buss it
[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 an the trauma to ya mama’s vital signs (Blaw!) A 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, an 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
[Chorus–Eminem]
When I get the bussin, you best be get to jumpin’ I’m touchin’ somethin’, fool I’m comin’ through dumpin’ My beat’s bumpin’, you hear it thumpin’, that oughta tell you somethin’ Bitch I’m comin’ through dumpin’ Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin’, you blood starts clumpin’ I’m comin’ through dumpin’ If you don’t know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpin’ Fool I’m comin’ through dumpin’
[Proof]
A proven fact, my pack, got your whole team movin back, We never loosing slack, I pay dues in rap, I run untill my shoes untack, My writers use them gats, my thugs fuse them cracks, Relax and catch your contacts, tune in the music track Slugs dispatch, on any street riz and mismatch, My crew will get busy like redneck on some six packs, My fist crack the feather weight, my words will never break, A clever snake, 'll be forever fake, let me get this chedda straight, Makin doe is impor'nt, so is the heart, My flow is the art, me and the mic hold hands like louis and clark Wepons can turn into death, now see em, My chrome, shatter bones, that lack calcium Knock your domes out the bone park, ya thoughts is on par Plus ya got a small heart, now save tho corny lines for hallmark I want the sunny days and money paid in 8 figures, A mircophone fiend and on my own team is fake niggas, Moms, her rock the play-doe, I spot the fabal, that make the shoppin stable, Will grant stop the table, the glock n able when I pop the fatal, Phonys that plot pre-nable wacks The playa haters never make it back, I'm dumpin'
[Chorus–Eminem]
When I get the bussin, you best be get to jumpin’ I’m touchin’ somethin’, fool I’m comin’ through dumpin’ My beat’s bumpin’, you hear it thumpin’, that oughta tell you somethin’ Bitch I’m comin’ through dumpin’ Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin’, you blood starts clumpin’ I’m comin’ through dumpin’ If you don’t know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpin’ Fool I’m comin’ through dumpin’
[B-Flat]
Aiyo we don't say that, we say it's real business The third nigga on the mic, representing world'afanompolous, Ain't shit stoppin us, old school like cold crush, Slicing dice, emcee's on the mic like cold cuts, Blaw make the record, coming straight from the get (oh) Where niggas keep it real, n make these skills pay there dedts I can't forget the DJ he'l play we say, focus on the shit that make the crowd wanna flip, We don't bust clips cause it's not in us, but when shit get deep it's a must that we bust, Arm n leg, leg, arm n head, for afros n facing bone heads always down to the dreads 40's to drink endos to smoke, n the rims that we ride on is true deez spokes, Tires, know alot of micheals but they don't live on myers, Bitches pussy tight, here come the dick flyers, What's my name? homie sire, Gon ride on the mic like titty dances on the fire When you hear my beat, see the crowd starts jumpin, yee, ha-ha-ha yee I'm comin threw dumpin' (word)
[Chorus-B-Flat]
Other MC’s like Doug-E-Fresh ain’t sayin’ nuttin Bitch nigga I’m comin’ through dumpin’ Go to the church, ill have the dick an cold humpin’ Cause my shit be comin’ through dumpin’
[Eye Kyu]
When I'm lifted don't quizz this, it ain't worth it to risk it, I quick with the gift, n twice as swift with the biscuit, Headed back to ship off all the niggas ass around christmas They know it's the time of year, they be expecting my visits Doin 90 on the henzel, runnin to get it, n twizt u niggas like a pretzel, Blows come in three like the godfather trilogy, I'm micheal koleown with this mic, bitch u ain't killin me Let me see some hands to make sure y'all feeling me, I'm stickin you up for your rocks and y'all gon give em up wilingly, Rap is my life n that's why every day I live it, punches holes in the floor, Like wack rappers records, man every nigga in here is bringin in drama this big Then they time to come up shorter then bloods all midgits, shiiiit Can you dig it, kyu coming threw with something,
[Chorus-Eye Kyu]
Guaranteed to have your whole fucken block jumpin’, we comin’ through dumpin’ When we come, we got your knees crumblin’, y’all nigga's ain’t sayin’ nuttin’ Cause we comin dumpin’Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
