D12 Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Activity As Phuctivity Lyrics

Check it out 

 This is my shit fo real 

 Its gunna be off tha hook 

 Peep this out 

 The Kon Artist nigga 

 

 [Kon Artist]

 The Kon Artist born liar 

 Lie to your pops and moms 

 Tell em Im a good kid 

 Catholic raised 

 Knowin i went to public school 

 And sweared and got blazed 

 Even weed when i got a whole two 

 And that bitch I did do it 

 Steal cars Ive been through it 

 Done that 

 Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that 

 Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed on my floor mat 

 Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga 

 But im far from that average joe that you know 

 Use people for sheilds at shoot outs 

 That i started, cold hearted 

 Runnin reckless peep out your shorty till my neck twistin 

 Infectionist, poisonus bug we all ruff 

 Showed your daddy love or slugs 

 Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die 

 We still forced him 

 Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled 

 Now we layin dead with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed

 Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged 

 Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag 

 Your fans been had, bamboozle, run em up 

 But you loosing credibility the miniute _ and up 

 

 So fuck that stank bitch with the saggy ass titties 

 Fuck all the niggas that dont represent our city 

 Fuck JLB they dont play none of my shit 

 Fuck all them niggas that be suckin our dicks 

 

 [Kuniva]

 Sicker the tuburculosis 

 Pack a cannon with a focus 

 Thats killin all the players and the coaches 

 Embarrass you in front of company like dirty roaches 

 Approach this and get served the situation, hopeless 

 Wrote this, jot it down cuz Kuniva wrote this 

 The wild animal rhyme colprut 

 Ferocious, closest

 Nigga walkin behind you with a dosage 

 Of teffifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers 

 The grim reaper dipped in all black like folgers 

 Packing four heaters and carrying five holsters 

 Suppose if i was to let you put up all your posters 

 Let everybody think you was the dopest 

 I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra 

 Box you up and sold ya 

 Take you underwater and hold you until its over 

 I told you once you dumb _ with a blunt 

 That be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _

 Get your ass kicked quicker then punts 

 Im sick of you punks 

 Cock it back now Im upset 

 Yo' niggas next 

 Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect 

 Creepin like insects and ridin with ten techs 

 

 Ahh fuck any D.J that dont play Bizarre's shit 

 Fuck your sister I dont like her she dont suck dick 

 Fuck that nigga that talk shit to my crew 

 Fuck all yall niggas who say I dont like you 

 

 [Bugz]

 Im a brand named guy 

 Who loves to stay high 

 Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size 

 A bitch named bitch 

 Whos thick with grey eyes 

 Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys 

 Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was? 

 Gettin drunk with drunken thug 

 Too fucken numb to feel the buzz 

 Yall niggas know the image 

 No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits 

 This time, bitch, Im goin all out 

 Whippin the four out 

 Like get the dough out 

 Im miss crime, sick individual 

 Ask my peers in middle school 

 If you walk my way home gettin robbed is like a ritual 

 Lyrical giant, tyrant who lies _

 Just to get you to do what I want 

 And bitch you will 

 Sit you still, tie you up 

 Begin to ill 

 And destroy you face, Im with some shit that u can feel 

 

 Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead 

 Fuckin your new wife in your brand new bed 

 Fuck your chicken head she suck dick anyway 

 Fuck anybody who say crime dont pay 

 

 [Proof]

 Heard enough garbage to make a glad bust 

 Add just my magnum beef I had enuff 

 Snuff the sweetest mc in this camp tribe rivulry 

 To be as live as me keep em quiet like a library 

 My rhymes are virgin tight 

 And not fuck-with-able 

 You find the mic suckable 

 Without chicked pox, untouchable 

 Peep my _ aint to be tested 

 Ill test the globe and rip through your domestic 

 Majestic warrior to rap to win 

 Knock the _, and slap the chin of the aggresor 

 Thinkin that they fresher 

 Wanted conquest holdin down the one sided contest 

 That explosive rappin nigga 

 The fans wear a bomb vest 

 Style be a eliquit 

 A fellow pimp to mant with clips 

 Fuck _ kicks and being skinny with zits 

 Im the shhhhh, _

 Like cane in a crack pot 

 I thinks its best you act right 

 Ill confirm your death, left the morgue _

 D-12 is blowin up like the fourth _

 I whisper far well to my granny 

 Till I push her down the stairwell 

 And im sendin her care mail 

 Like get well you old hag 

 Ill bring the pain like a blow fag 

 Staplin one his gonads to his sock 

 Doin jumping jacks 

 Once we put you down bitch their aint no comin back 

 Remember that 

 

 [Bizarre]

 Its the big guy, quick to get on you 

 Battle? I'll be glad to shit on you 

 Come against my crew and see who gets destroyed 

 Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz 

 Shady ass niggas wether drunk or sober 

 Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded over 

 I dont give a dam bitch Im just to ill 

 Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field 

 Like bitches _ , _ _, think of the illest line know 

 And I bet you i already said it 

 Just forget it, cuz you niggas pathetic 

 Pop shit, yall niggas go and get it 

 Beat your ass hang ya with this fuckin mic cord 

 Fuck the sword, I quote my raps in billboard 

 Suck my dick while I laugh like its funny 

 And drive off while she yell 

 "Where's my money" 

 

 Fuck any body who beef with d-12 

 Fuck all yall momma their pussy's smell 

 Fuck anybody that wanna bring tha beef 

 Fuck all yall hoes that say my feet stick 

 Fuck them niggas that dont give us radio play 

 Fuck takin a bath i dont wash anyways 

 Fuck anybody tryin to be on our team 

 Fuck all yall niggas with them weak ass dream 

 Fuck all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not cuz they cant rock the fucken spot 

 Fuck all yall niggas with them dirty ass shoes come in the club like your dope and your singing the blues 

 Fuck anybody tryin to kiss our ass 

 Fuck all yall niggas who wont cut my grass 

 Fuck all them niggas who aint getitn no money 

 Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey 

 Fuck all the girls who aint givin up the sex 

 Fuck all you niggas and im askin whos next 

 Fuck anybody wanna battle my crew 

 Fuck, Fuck you, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck you 

 Fuck anybody wanna get down with _ 

 Fuck all yall niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy 

 Fuck you mommy 

 Fuck your daddy 

 Fuck your gramma 

 Fuck his caddy 

 Fuck your people 

 Fuck everybody 

 Fuck his girlfriend 

 Fuck John Gotti 

 Fuck the Mafia 

 Fuck _

 Fuck New York 

 Fuck Detriot 

 Fuck New Jersy 

 Fuck California