D12 Lyrics

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Cock And Squeeze Lyrics

[Bugz]

 Gimme some hash

 and when i trip nigga gimme ya mask

 then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash

 that precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast

 get in your ass if you want have to leave and eagle mack (??)

 you want a see-through class 

 dont take much to read you class

 bitch

 you broke as fuck and on the bus cuz your Regal smashed

 this shit is lethal _

 battle me i keep you mad

 put you in a sleeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad

 either _

 or feel the wrath of my heater that

 lyric punches makin meters blast on your speaker rack

 crib, club or anywhere where theres people at

 they love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at

 your girl's a rat

 tell that ho im not gonna beep her back

 dont need her black

 got too many other needer-rats

 who heater fat (??)

 i bet your gal aint fuckin with my gat

 im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat

 gone black 

 your more whack 

 than a gold sack

 you shown dat

 when you flowed

 that's a known fact

 clone rap

 suck a MC broad

 need to pick another field, go out and find you a job

 or either go out and rob

 because

 rappin' aint to function

 you out of place,

 like a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades

 while my innovative ways

 set your lyrics to a blaze

 put a grimace on ur grave

 im in the Guiness on a page

 of history

 puttin sucka niggaz out they misery

 its not a mystery

 my victories are bodacious

 it wouldn't matter if the judge is racist

 and i was battling your aces in your bitches bassment

 im un-fuckwitible

 thats literal

 face it, the general

 with senses of a senitle

 holdin on my genitals

 right before i send tha fo's (fools)

 down the earth like minerals

 even after centerfolds

 in videos, my ego goes

 in cagnito hoes

 from mosquito rolls

 mean and biter

 i hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita

 you aint no writer

 it still dont even have a spider

 Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters

 yea yea bitch

 ya muthaphukkin biter

 

 Cock And, Squeeze, Bust

 Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us

 

 Detroit niggaz roll deep

 hold heat and talk slick

 yea yea bitch

 stay off my dick

 

 [Kon Artis]

 i should tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife

 and sit you in the alcohol bath for the night

 and watch you strugglin strainin squeal for your life

 dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da life

 thats what i take from you

 meet u in fake humble

 attack your foundation until it crumble

 its me and my dog be on stumble (??)

 go _but stayin in tha right mind

 just to blaze a track

 to _or fake individuals that rap

 screamin up your bootleg like they scared and shit

 knowin that tha Kon Artis come prepared with clips

 fuller then male scriptures

 you watch u take pictures

 notes and write down quotes and how i rap and get witcha

 told u niggaz before we got much to gain

 nothin to lose, curuptin the lives of all rules

 tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him

 tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him

 with venom in it to murder him

 servin' him right

 D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite

 we rock from state to state

 and city to city

 you make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities

 and nobody wanna size D bra

 _die wit side shit give it to y'all glit caught raw (??)

 raw raw raw raw raw

 

 Cock And, Squeeze, Bust

 Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us

 

 Detroit niggaz roll deep

 hold heat and talk slick

 yea yea bitch

 stay off my dick

 

 [Proof]

 I turn a hard nigga yellow

 and make his ass faster than a cheetah

 don't blaze no blunts

 but i blaze them thangs

 amaze ya gang

 wit bullets i rattle your frame

 whos that_

 stay suburban tusslin'

 playin dat 3 digits

 before cusslin (??)

 bustin twin glocks 

 on your block

 yellin my name loud puttin rhymes inside your mailbox

 infared dots

 BLAHW

 caught your dreadlocks

 waitin for tha cops

 and tell him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac

 hot lead to flesh

 shot, bled to death

 like Red and Meth

 You need to Hoop Up 

 Soup Up

 for battlin war

 that on the more

 i spattle ur horse

 got battle dates on your tour

 show up on you

 battle on ur encore

 _ wit dis shit

 on ur mic grip, you might slip

 hang it up

 hit like Sonny _

 peace to _

 rock til the early morn'

 this shit is on

 i got da problem fiend fiend problems

 my crew mugshot D12 uglier than the green goblin

 i bring fear too

 horror, near u

 a fact why nobody wanna hear u

 your whack bitch!

 what the fuck you thought would happen?

 when bullets start collapsin your frame

 maintain or bring pain

 freestyle fanatic named Pete

 fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat

 MC the extrordinair

 steppin on ur bunyan

 screamin 7 mile bitch eastside come from Runyan

 hold down your fort

 snort like cocaine

 Richard Pryor

 i clap more clips than a liver squire (??)

 

 yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought

 y'all niggaz get caught like saught im incredible like the hulk

 why settle for _nigga

 P-R the letter "O"

 my sex is hetero

 cash checks like federal

 yo hedero bitch!