D12 Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Bring Our Boys Lyrics

[IQ]

 Your fakeness is atrocious 

 post is deep in your hypnosis 

 then focus 

 roll this 

 and smoke this 

 like L's 

 of that bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells 

 a hiphop refugee like Praswell 

 Travelin citys 

 pimpin babblin biddys 

 game trump tight and solidified 

 comupterized 

 to get rid of spies 

 know what I do to guys 

 shootin and spittin lies 

 I'm banished in exisdence 

 vanishin any instences 

 brandishin sentences 

 proovin repentences 

 the only way to see me, dont miss these 

 me and my crew smoke so many trees that

 I piss leaves 

 never _my bitch please 

 but keep smokin my system, roll blunts it's all tight 

 on an off night 

 I still smoke like exaust pipes 

 and bust a universal flow 

 and blow your wig back like niggas with toupe's

 drivin a convertable 

 and further more 

 I run the board 

 your shit is played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce 

 back with a bungee cord 

 

 [Chorus]

 Bring your boys in 

 we can bring the noise in 

 YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN 

 [repeat 4 times]

 

 [Bizarre]

 My crew is like a maze 

 put fear like ex-slaves 

 who wanna step to this microphone and think that they brave 

 dozen always startin the fuckin beef 

 I don't care if your from Kansas I'm killin the fuckin chief

 back the fuck up I'm releasin my dumb-dumbs 

 tell your whore stop pagin me 9 1 1 

 I'm the star 

 that they call Bizarre 

 smokin blunts with Mel Far (??) 

 in my brand new car 

 _wanna see me 

 even if I was in Arizona I'd still request iced tea 

 Bizarre don't give a shit about you 

 on top of the mountain ain't nothin your bitch-ass crew 

 can do 

 sick emcee that they call Peter 

 treat your crew like an unexpected meter 

 reader 

 fuckin more shit than Howard Corsell 

 Butt-fuckin Jassabells 

 in nasty hotels 

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Proof]

 How you think your crew sound compared to this 

 it's the team that your entire clique scared to diss 

 demandin attention when the glock sound 

 y'all niggas to be murdered like Jeffery Daumer on lock down 

 I'm brown like Bobby, pullin hoe's like whitney 

 Take your title, kill your moms so you won't forget me 

 lips sealed nigga I might blow important plots 

 whoever fronts is gettin done like Micheal Jordan's pops 

 sure I'm number one translator my fame dirty D 

 y'all niggas gettin hung like this was 1933 

 got word of me 

 now flee 

 cause you don't got a chance 

 death is 3 easy steps so now we gotta dance 

 so look away 

 dont play 

 with the style master 

 I love killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture 

 lyrically I'm sick, ill everything but sober 

 my nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked over 

 

 [Eminem]

 Dirty Dozen is the clique so I ran over and lit cha 

 ripped the ass right out ya pants like a Dovermin Pincha 

 like the cobra and ninja 

 my intentions to injure

 and prevent ya 

 from enterin from the edge of my center 

 or get your muthafuckin pants split at the creases 

 fuckin you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases 

 my duty is to keep a strange abard (??) 

 I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard 

 and this ain't the yard 

 Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger 

 droppin your whole clique with one finger 

 til none linger 

 beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of Great Danes 

 chargin like freight trains 

 through the great plains 

 

 [Chorus]