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Shit can happen：Bitch Yeah... [1] - Shit can happen [8X] [Kon Artis] Yo， yo， huh， yo， yo， yo That´s right motherfuckers we back Same slangin， orangatangin， wildin out on hoodrats They say I act like I´m too famous to say hi And tell ´em what my name is but really I´m still nameless...You niggas don´t get it yet do you Dealin out platinum or flop I still put it through you Wit a luger that´ll spit fire And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah You think for one second since we got a deal That we won´t deal wit you in front of St Andrew´s still? You gay rappers better learn that I won´t stop until I see ´em turn back If you don´t slow that roll you got You gon see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac Fo´ sho´ that， ask the others But gator lay you down next to your mother´s mother´s grandmother [Kuniva] You know I´m feelin real rowdy tonight Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don´t even like The same cat who never gave a damn about your name I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin Clippers´ game I kill you in ways you couldn´t even fathom You and your madame， it´s really unexplainable how I have ´em Who call theyself screamin about a challenge Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it She was knock kneed I fucked her now she´s bow legged In the middle of rappin I drop the mic And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin Kuniva and Kon Artis my nigga we get it crackin While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin [: 1- in background] [Kon Artis] Now this aint funny so don´t you dare laugh Shit can happen in him and yo´ ass You can be touched don´t think you can´t Cuz niggas aint fuckin around no more man [repeat] [Swifty McVay] The feds can´t hold me， I hold feds I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head Rainin acid， you can´t refrain from gettin yo´ ass kicked Cuz you talk too much you ask for it I´m on some massive shit， everybody ignore me They wouldn´t fuck with me if I was performin at an orgy These niggas get confronted， then they change stories I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory I even have you pour me the gasoline for me Pullin up slowly， cocktailin´ your homie [CRASH] You met alotta niggas which you wouldn´t wanna know me Yo´ ass might not even make it home wit your rollie Don´t even try， in your system like e coli Tryin to beef with me， nigga please yo´ people die I´m so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally I survived the abortion immediately， SURPRISE! AAAAAH! [Eminem] Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns So when the cops come knockin each hand´s got one Cocked， ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs One man army， guns can´t harm me Young and army， worse than my Uncle Ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me I can´t stop carryin out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flipped and censorship Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite I been givin it a hundred and ten percent Cuz when I´m bent most of my energy´s spent on enemiesEighty percent of what I invent is innocent Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin Ten´s because I love being under your skin Yeah shit can happen， so stick to rappin Quit the yappin or I´ma lift the mack and That can lead to another mishap happenin Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin [] [1- continues in background] [Eminem] It can and it will （nigga） Fuck around with Amityville and you DIE Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies With their personalities split
Pistol pistol歌词[Bizarre]Yeah, welcome to Amityville[Swifty]Detroit, nigga![Bizarre]The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha![Chorus - Eminem]Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chewslike a bullet came back that just missed and hit youI say the type of shit parents slit their wrists toneed an anthem to amp you, then this the shit toToo many enemies on my list to sift throughnobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOLSorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get youbut I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol[Swifty McVay]Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with ussee I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitchesJust for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lordwhen my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignoreThey were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floorshells from the forty-four scattered over their porchBustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy youtrying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for youCatch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your hoyou gots to go, bitches died slow and horribleThere's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower youyoung, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you[Proof]Stepped in the door waving the four-fourblazing at po-po, escaping and lay lowThey call my TONGUE YAYO, but I spit fireI lit five inside a fucking dickriderThe clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAGyou love being ass to assGrab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank yanever say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangstaYall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pacyo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might coughIt ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witnessI'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta businessIt won't be the same since we touching the gamemake the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chainYou think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame?I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains[Chorus][Kuniva]The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to onecause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are doneTote the gun, it's my way of life and it worksthese cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirtCause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was pricelessalone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifelessThat's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepinwaking you up with AKs while you lie sleepingI'd rather pack the heat and not needrather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic[Gunshot][Kon Artis]You know the sound when I'm spinnin roundspittin these rounds from fo' poundswhile the whole crowd is screaming as loudfrom they're mouths as they possibly allowNothing is parallel to making you carouselarial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shellsDenaun carry the nine where I gobullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0Some semi-automatic for static's the mottospitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado[Chorus][Bizarre]This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rockit'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearseit'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)It'll make Holyfield start fightingit'll make Ma$e say &Fuck church!& and go back to writingIt'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smallsit'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron HallIt'll make Christopher Reeve start walkingit'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkingIt'll make a nun turn into a filthy slutit'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking muttIt'll make a Muslim dye his hair blondeit'll make a redneck start to read the Holy KoranIt'll make Ike stop beating Tinait'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with ChristinaChristina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA![Eminem-Chorus][Swifty]Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aimcause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, niggaWhat? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up[Bizarre]Look at where the fuck we stay at!Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!Fuck around with us, you get popped&收起
Ain't nuttin' but music歌词：]It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kidsWho just might see how ****ed up this sick life isOoops I did it again didn't I my shit's harderTo figure out than what Britney's tit size isOooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitchSo what Christina Gaguilera kiss my gritsYou know how many shit's I get if I wish I didSo I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideasThis just in, Britney just dissed JustinShe just ****ed Ben, got pit ****ed and dick sucked himIf (?) can get his ass licked, how I can't shitGoddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand thisAre those pictures they made of us together on the internetAs close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the backAnd shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the backThan Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his ****in assJust give me one more chance Britney hit me one more timeLet me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more lineTo sniff, you ****ers know what time it is**** your jewelery my record's almost dyin, BEEOTCH![HOOK 2X:
+ Dr Dre]What's goin on in the world todayPeople fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okayLet it go, let it flow, let the good times rollTell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music[Bizarre] doesn't like N'Sync, well I doSo **** him, and the Backstreet Boys tooWhatever happened to the cast of Different StrokesMary's broke, Ty's snortin coke, and then an overdoseI got two little boys wit meMichael Jackson sent two helicopters to get meI'm up early wit my hair curlyMe and Mr. Furly, ****in Laverne and Shirley![Kuniva]Alotta rappers are livin in la la landThat's why I let my dogs out on the Baha menAs bad as a life I had, I'm not madI don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dadMy whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashionedAnd she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honkyBut grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junkyI could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene[Kon Artis]To all the independent women in the house! (HEY!)Show us your tits and shut your mother****in mouth! (WHAT?!)[Proof]Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney HoustonThe shit's confusin (SNIFF!)Jesse Jackson, reverend scandalGot George Michael's, Tevin CampbellsPeeWee Herman's, peep show placesPublic restrooms, peep those cases[HOOK][Swifty McVay]Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)We done turned their kids into little body snatchersAint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongueAre you sure you want niggas 21 to carry gunsIt's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhymeWhere you work you aint gettin paid for that overtimeIt's only music, media know it but they blindI aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mineY'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyinIf you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin)Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh)But holdin back on what I say just aint me[Kon Artis]Now what's these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um)For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in CheersCarson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)Broke or rich, I still do that same old shitI don't jump in front of a camera and change no shitSo when they ask me about my sarcasticnessI just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this[HOOK]
重点！Purple Pills歌词：I take a couple uppersI down a couple downersBut nothing comparesTo these blue andYellow purple pillsI been to mushroom mountainOnce or twiceBut who's countin'But nothing comparesTo these blue andYellow purple pillsCool, calm, just like my momWith a couple of valiumInside her palmIt's Mr. Mischief withA trick up his sleeveTo roll up on youLike Christopher ReevesI can't describe the vibe I getWhen I drive by 6 peopleAnd 5 I hitAh sh*tI started a mosh pitAnd stomped the foster kidsThese shrooms make me hallucinateThen I sweat till I start losing weightTill I see dumb sh*t start happenin'Dumber than Vanilla IceTryin to rap againSo bounce, bounce, c'mon bounceI said c'mon bounceEverybody in the houseWith a half an ounceNot weed I meant cokeDumb as* sit downWe don't bullsh*tBetter ask aroundD-12 throws the bombAnd's dashing townBizarre, your mom is passing outGet her as* on the couch'Fore she crashes outHe's upstairs nakedWith a weapon drawnHey VonYou see me steppingOn these leprechauns?It gotta be acid'Cause the X is goneYa I took them all dogWith some parmesianAnd I think my arm is goneIt's probably numbDumb, dumb, and full of cummAnd I think he 'boutTo swallow his tongueScary as* it was a false alarmYou think I'm 'bout to dieWhen I just got onSo stop acting stupidYou so highThat you might wake up with a guyOn some new sh*tI think I did too muchThis substance equals cuffsRed pills, blue pills, and greenBig pills (That's ill)MescalineDirty Dozen80 of usShady brothersLadies love usThat's why our baby mothersLove us but theyHate each otherThey probably wannaTake each other outAnd date each otherSome, somethingSomething, somethingSomething, somethingPop pillsPills I popPop two pillsOn stilts I walkSnort two lines thatWere filled with chalkThought it was IncredibleI killed the HulkI wanna roll awayLike a rollerbladeUntil my eyes roll backIn my skull for daysAnd when I'm old and grayLook for coke to smokeI overdoseWhen I pack up my nose with cokeI must have broke the chokeHad an accident whenThe Trojan brokeAhh, poor babyBorn by whore ladyNow I gotta straight born infant(You're crazy)I pop four E's at one timeAnd I don't need waterWhen I'm swallowing mine(You got any shroom?)Does Bizarre smoke crack?I can't get job'Cause her mom's so trashedWhy the hell youNiggas think I rap?I do it just to get yourCompany hijackedIf you like smackThen I might too(Swift, chill)I just wanna get high like youAnd I don't give a damnIf they white or blueSpeed, shroomsDown the valiumsEven smoke weed outta vacuumsI just got some andI'm going back soonI'm at raveLooking like a slaveHigh off chronicGin and tonic demonicBody smelt like vomitPussy poppin', acid choppin'Dope heavy guyHeroine mescaline pimpSo ladies wanna tryBlue pills, golden sealsGot Bizarre actin' illDrugs kill (Yeah, right)Shut your mouth you dirty sl*tYou know you want it in your buttI'll put it in your c*ntLet Bizarre nutt
Blow my buzz这个洗车行里有，洗车行是电影Dre和snoop dogg演的，歌词： Swifty McVay] Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo' ass just wanna chill out and motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, yknowhatI'msayin? Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk blowin all yo' high away Now that's some fucked up shit, heh but it happens, yknowhatI'msayin? Yo [] Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic? How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? You got it like I got it or not? If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja that's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just broke But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up and [Chorus: D-12] Blow, my, buzz You want to want to just don't blow, my, buzz (Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs (Smoke my weeeeed) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck, you, up (I might just whoop yo' ass) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool [Bizarre] {*ding dong*} Bitch let me in the house (Avon?) No, I just came to eat your mother out It's the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go 'head!) [] Bizarre sit yo' nasty ass down [Bizarre] I spot this fat bitch from across the roomNow suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (yea yea!) My face is pink, lookin for a sink And don't worry bout what I put in your drink It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore) Bitches I'm catchin, blunts I'm matchin Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverand Jesse Jackson [Swifty McVay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence? Dude be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer (f'real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo' bitch to bring here ass here I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear When I'm out eatin, you fags'll interfere They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sittin here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass wanna hear? I didn't answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay? You want some yea? I'll front yo' ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggaz tryin to [Chorus] w/ variations [Kun] Yo Denaun you seem shook [Kon] I really am dawg look This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook [Kun] Aww man you probably lead her on[Kon] I just bought her a beer! [Kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears [Kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me cryin [Kun] Nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it [Kon] Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did the ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids [Kun] Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [Kon] Fuck you! [Kun] Well stop blowin my buzz! [Proof] I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back with a slut on my arm while I'm downin the 'gnac Got the pills in my system, floatin aroundEverytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I'm goin def like old senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (Yo I ain't wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin) Next nigga that bump me, I'ma do the Humpty and elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me (Yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit) Whassup fool? Fuck you punk! (Motherfucker, the fuck? It's on fool it's on! Whassup then nigga?) [Chorus] w/ variations We'll be cool We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just tryin to smoke my weed Smoke my weed.. I'm tryin to
just shut the fuck up while I'm just tryin to get blowed Spittin to me some mo'.. (hehehe)
Devils night歌词：minem]I make music to make you sick of fake musicHate music like devil worshippin Satan musicSo say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and JesusesTake two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifixTry to stop it but you cain't do it （ha ha）A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to thisKurt Cobain music - students converted to 'caine usersas soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to itWhat's your name?Swifty McVay]JudasGot my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do thisI got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't understandhow I'm all up in you niggaz TV's like Carole AnneI'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to strikeTry to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice（Swifty get your own woman!） I want his wifeI'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick diceI rob casinos, slugs, eat thoseYou'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenosNow you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothesMy fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrongChorus: Eminem]It's Devils Night （da da dah, da-da da da dah）It's Devils Night （da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da）Cause I came back to rule this time!It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine!Yes it's Devils Night （da da dah, da-da da da dah）It's Devils Night （da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da）Cause I came back to rule this time!It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine!Kon Artis]It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no responseConstipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off!The mind of rapist, Denaun never changesBeat up strangers without a reason, I'm a anusWalk the street in a &Beat It& jacket with a glove to match itDrop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwardsWalkin zombied it's orneryPullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderieKuniva]Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the bestHop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chestBystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a messBlast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neckWhat the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealtAnd make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done feltA deranged team, smokin ganja greensThis car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourinesI pledge allegiance to the streets of the DAnd if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heatAnd when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your scream]From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feetChorus]Bizarre]STOP TAKIN DRUGS!! I'm tryinMy little boy is dyin, he losin too much ironAnd if I die, it won't be because I got shotIt'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rockTakin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'emShoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'emTen years is what I'm facinPolice breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement（Jermaine!） A rapist that'll bust in your mouthI'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes outI'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bedBeaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and breadIt's me again, fuckin dirty jinnSo what if it burns, bitch when I stick it inNo medication, I'm out of perkasetsI lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wetChorus]Eminem]It's Devils Night!
pimp like me歌词：
(. dina rae)WhattupI gotta tell you motherfuckers the truthThis is straight g shitAnd all you can do is respect itWell i'ma state my name, swift mcvayNone of y'all niggaz got shit to sayRhymes keep comin off like a toupeePlus i'm big headed runnin things my wayA selfish man, the back of the handBe slappin the hell out of hoes because i canProstitute, i want my lootAnd i don't give a fuck about your broke-ass man andY'all givin niggaz what they needin'til bitches understand i'm mean andSwift mcvay is, blowin upCourvosier 'til i'm throwin upWanna playa hate me, bitch so what?What's yo' function? where's yo' bucks?All you wanna do is wanna stick him upYou wanna rob me but i got too much (hah)D-12, naturally liftedYou niggaz better duck when i cock the biscuitYou fuck wit me, i fuck wit youYour entourage, nigga fuck them tooI got grenadesWhat the hell your little twenty-two gon' do?(y'all ain't gon' shoot)Y'all major softCops gettin mad cause i paid 'em off, made 'em coughBlood and shitThat's what the hell you motherfuckers get, we runs this bitch?So hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuckIf you want head, then prepare to suck (do it)Even if the nigga don't care to nutFor every stroke, it's a hundred bucksRespect the game, you just a slutSo open your legs up and get my duckYou just a .. (hoe)You just my .. (hoe)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchI don't spit game, no longer than my nameThen when my chain hang, my nuts do the sameDon't pay pussy, pussy pay meBitch, slut, whore or lady (yup)And knowin the fact, i was born to mackThat's why i got a hoe in the back, blowin my sacGot good game, that's a hood thangWhat'd you brang, loot or poo-tang?Let 'em all bang, run that cheeseTell that trick nigga (come back please!)Rob a l7, that's a squareYou a bottom hoe, you got to knowOff you i plan to make a lot of doughSo suck fast bitch, and swallow slow(ah!) bitch quit talkin back(ah!) now walk the trackI don't pay for ass, you pump my gasYou get slapped when we're short of cashI get whiplash when i hit the gasAnd i holla out the window of the hatchWhere's my scratch? bitch, that's, itSuck it stroke it make me richAs a token of my appreciation it'sAnother client for you to hitI don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kidsYou shoulda picked another occupation trickNow you're stuck with me, fuck with meAnd i'ma slap you up in this truckYou must be out your mind or somethinCryin and whinin like you tired or somethinGo suck some head until it aches for bufferinYou don't work? you make nothinI'm just another case of a lazy husbandI want the paper stackBuy you an outfit, then take it backWhen you page me bitch i never page you backYou only act a certain way that i make you act (whattup)Hoes recognize, and niggaz do tooCause they realize that niggaz do shootDon't like a chick that act too cuteBitch hold my gat down when i shoot hoops (oh yeah)All harassin me, callin stressinOr i may have to release some aggressionBeat you to death and teach you a lessonLookin for handouts like you my damn spousePull your pants down and fuck my mans nowShut your damn mouth or get in the damn houseOff with the damn blouse and suck on my damn crotchYou just a .. (hoe)You just my .. (hoe)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchSell that pussySell that pussy bitchGet out there and switch and go make bizarre richYou gotta itch, you fuckin dirty bitchNow get on the corner, and start suckin some dicksNiggaz want pussy, and i need cashSo mom, get out there and start sellin yo' dirty assBizarre quick to hit 'em, and then stick 'emF i'll let you hit one of my victims(somebody help i'm on 7 mile and ..)Shut up bitch, you talk too muchNow you about to get fucked in your dirty buttYou never seen a pimp like me, out here whorinShut your fuckin mouth and you'll be out by the morninCause i'm the dirties pimp, you ever heard ofGive me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger (bitch!)Go suck dick in the back of the partySo what if you on your period, blood never hurt nobodyYou just a .. (hoe)You just my .. (hoe)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchGo get my .. (dough)Go bring me my .. (dough)Dirty-ass .. (hoe)I'm yo' pimp, you my bitchYou just a .. (hoe)You just a .. (hoe)That's all you is .. (hoe, hoe, hoe)You just a, dirty ass bitchA dirty ass, nasty ass, stinky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch(oooh, ooh-oooh) hahahahaha... (lahhh-ahhh)But i love you... (hahaha) .. kim (mmm)And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimpinYou heard it here first, from the dirtiest dozenYou ever seen in yo' god damn lifeYo this is rondell fiend on the sceneAnd we keep the pussyholes smilin, because we always whylinYouknowhati'msayin? fuck all what everybody else talkin aboutWe let you know right hereBig pimpin, it ain't dead, we love gettin head, in a dirty-ass bedThat's just what we doYou know we was throwin heroin pimp parties back in 1968The pussy is all greatI'll see you at eight, bitch
revelation歌词：这个超好听！I don't wanna go to school.. I don't need no educationI don't wanna be like you.. I don't wanna save the nationI just wanna live my life.. everyday a celebrationOne day I'ma leave this world.. I'm waitin for the revelation
I wanna kill myself! I'm still debatinIn front of a baptist church, masturbatin,Prayin to Satan - think I'm crazy cause I smoke cracklive on beat with the mack in a two-family flat(Fuck it)Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broomMy moms on her period, my dad's in my room (Daddy no!)I got ten rocks and I need to get outI sold 'em in five minutes, in my own damn house (Mom smokes crack)My poor grandmother, God bless her soulThe bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cold (hahaha)There's three things that keep me from bein a Nazi.I'm black, a fag, and my dad's LiberaceNo matter how bad the beatin, I went to school cheatin,My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin.Stick with school I had to have nuts just to do itGot bored and became truantWhen I had the gall to go I just couldn't do it,I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shitHow would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel.Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrowBet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparellike me, outcast, last in classFirst to leave, when the teacher called on meBest believe I had somethin up my sleeveI've been praised and labelled as crazedMy mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rageAn angry teenager, nothin can change me backGangsta rap made me act like a maniacI was boostin, so influenced by music I used itas an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupidNo one can tell me nothin hip-hop overwhelmed meto the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realmIt was like isolatin myself was healthyIt felt like we was on welfare but wealthyCompelled me to excel when school it failed meExpelled me and when the principal would tell meI was nothin, and I wouldn't amount to shitI made my first million and counted itNow look at, a fuckin drop-out that quitsStupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of itThat's why,,,,,,,,,,,
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revelation(2):I was raised with a rifle and maskSteadily beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past(bitch) I was nev fuckin aroundcan get yo' belove abducted, smothered in blood quickYou couldn't pay Swift to give a fuckWas crazy like my father, it musta been poison in that nigga's nutFar as probation, fuck peein in cupsI violate at any time, let 'em see the bluntI grew up steadily masturbatin inside of cellsYoung as hell, havin conversations with myselfYou could tell I wasn't lenient, a disobedientLynched and slapped teachers, bitch I'm not readin itYou don't know what dawgs go through, a little niggaSippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do?I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that I'ma hurt you,if you ever again mention a curfewLook, my family ignored me and I don't like thatThey don't even listen when I tell them I'll be right back(Yeah whatever) This nice beautiful house ma, it don't mean shitCause you know daddy's a drunk and he don't clean shitAnd yesterday he hit me like a grown fuckin manI couldn't stand up to him, I just ducked and ranI'm sick of this, I wish on Christmasthat I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this(Fuck it) I got no friends and I can't get a bitchOnly thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertipsNothin to smile about, I'm about to lose my mindGot me an automatic nine, now I'm ballin outWait 'til school's over, pu-pil are people to shoot through,Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-twoSince my friend is this w dude, in this high school,Losin his noodle learn that people don't like youThe football jocks is, spittin on himPopular kids in school is now pickin on himBurn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on himAnd his teacher in his english class keep flippin on himAnd now he's grounded with no allowancesfor drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselorsAnd why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoatAll I ever seen is.. {violence, violence}Told me to keep silent, stepped back in my eyelidsIt's apparent that my parents weren't parents at allThat's why I blew out my brains and murdered you all....ne
这个专辑：Devils Night差不多了，还有几个空缺我以后会想办法找到歌词！
解析来我们来听听D12未进入专辑的歌曲。
B.N.U.这首歌很好听，但是真的好难找[Chorus] If I could just take you through Nothin with me and you You'll see what I can do When I do what I do Then I bet you will not bother me Like you do cuz you're fine You would rather spend your time [Verse 1- Kon Artis] You think you know it all dont you dawg all about my life and all When I'm poppin this vicadon and drinkin all this alcohal All up in these clubs throwin up like I aint got them all But thats what you see when you see me hangin wit bringin 'em Funny when I'm bustin my ass for this money when You aint never round helpin out but showed you come to them Run to them wantin in, 30 *****z long when you called me to the door I turn to leave and all your friends then they talk behind my back again I'm bout to do a smack again, have another baby cuz sex I aint practicin Glocky glock squeezey squeeze by this bein fake is B n U is just your misconception of perception if you're seein me [Chorus] [Verse 2- Proof] I aint gotta like you dude, plenty of time to fight you thru Arrogant this might be true, smack your bitch slightly true Runnin from the white and blue for blowin up your bible school Lemme show this rifle dude to ill I got a liscence too Nice of you to think I'm not, but I'm ill this true poppin pills shootin guns Goin to jail (I'll shoot you), yes I'm lotto touched the wire, fuckin bust a nut in Myers Kelley didnt touch that girl, then again I'm such a liar, this is me all day You rubbin me the wrong way, listen what the song say and past the fuckin Bombey Andele' on the over play for the under play Andre is more swift with gun play One day I'm Proof, next I'm Em, teks I carry on the run way its necessary that my sex is very nun gay Hey Detroit we dont play with them gays blame it on our mama's cuz that the way we was raised [Chorus] [Verse 3- Swifty] They like to know what I can do they aint got the slightest clue Question my integretey, I mean it ***** who is you You better be prepared for beef cuz we aint need a new recruit Blow a hole inside a ***** bigger than a hoola hoop See I know the bidness, who the hell you talkin stupid too? Fuck you up have your face lookin like a rubix cube You can walk the good with me, we can take an acid break All you gotta do is chew tablet ***** have a drink, gamble Wit us, pop a blank (Man this shit aint new to you) What the fuck you *****z think, I can shoot at muslims too ***** hey what about that pretty bitch you call your wife, I'ma hit it ***** I been suckin titties all my life, stealin shit and startin fights Pissin on your lawns at night, we hard to get along wit Stay honery like dolemite ***** you can be polite, I dont talk to people right And so does the rest of us, you hatin us cuz we alike [Chorus] [Verse 4- Bizarre] Hey boys and girls, think your jaws is real cool hangin out in the news Actin like a damn fool, its the big guy with the shower cap kickin sick raps Talkin bout fuckin kids in the asscrack, never mind Bizarre, you know he's on medication Smokin weed, drinkin brew, third grade education, all in your house, blunt in my mouth Call you a bitch and pee on your spouse [Verse 5- Kuniva] Look I dont like the chitter chatter, ask the faggots if it matters Then I'd have to splatter rappers just for actin target practice Time for action, I'm Kuniva, the wet vagina finder so never mind your rhymer Chumps you might see me behind a pump and yes it damages And puts *****z in bandages and yes I love my pistol like Bizarre loves all his sandwhiches Business is strenuous you fuckin wit some genuises so many people on my nutz I wonder how my penis is, girls are prudent wit bodies like Venus and Serena's is I turn 'em down my wife'll kill me if she every seen this shit, I mean this shit I'm silly man, I'm smart I'm really ignorant I'm innonence and guilty at the same time [Go and figure it]
Under the influence（1）TranslationSo you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shitCause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two penniesI'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twentiesA young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his assso the rats can't chew through his last pantsI'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightningFrightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin himI'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lostStingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the hallsI light a candle and place it up on the mantleGrab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handleSo when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtinBitch it's too lateCause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtainsI'm an instigator, .380 slug penetratorDegradin, creatin murders to kill hatersAccused for every crime known through the equatorThey knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gatorsMy weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' faceWith a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purposeYou never hear me say, "Forgive me"I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face itThat weed I sold to you, Brigade laced itYou hidin, I make the president get a faceliftNiggaz just afraid, handin me they braceletsChillin in the lab wastedI'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the micYour life is ruined, you get socked right on siteAnd even at the Million Man March, we gon' fightCause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dickCause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shitI'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fireSlashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and MeyersPlates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm firedJackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer?Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retiredFuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire ironI'm ripped, I'm on an acid tripMy DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip..Lettin the record skip..I'm fuckin anything when I'm snortinIt's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortionSome bitch asked for my autographI called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughedI drop bombs like I was in VietnamAll bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass momAiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crackWeed laced with somethinIn Amsterdam we only hang out with hash ratsAt a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gatsBe your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-pedThe Kuniva, divide up your cash stackRun your motherfuckin pockets, ASAPI don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq'sBorn loser, half theif and half blackBring your boys and your guns and get laughed atBitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jackedand found chopped up in a trash bag
under the influence（2）We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yellcause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake salesReckless, come from behind and snatch your necklaceGruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlumsI grapple your adam's apple until it crackleRun right past you, turn around, grab you and stab youGet executed, cuz I'm a "Luni"I got a "Yukmouth" and it's pollutedI cock it back then shoot itI love snatchin up players thugs and young ballersShoot up the household, even the young toddlersBrigade barricade to bring the noiseWhile the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toysIf I go solo, I'm doin a song with BoloA big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.."I leave ya face leakin, run up in churchand smack the preacher while he's preachinTake a swing at the deaconI used to tell cats I sold weed and weightI was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shakeI'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rentI got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tentwith the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of orderI've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in waterIn cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Vonwho got fired from UPS for tryin to send you a bomb(Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for funSay I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and runDriveby you in the rain while you carry your sonCall your house and hang up on you for not givin me noneBorn straight up out a pussy but a son of a gunGot a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they fundsUsed to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough
my ballz：[]Ballz, Ballz, BallzBallz, Ballz, BallzYou'll never touch my..[Chorus - ]Catch me if you can but you ain't man enoughYou're standin' toughBut you know that no matter whatYou'll never get the chance to touchMy ballz, ballz, ballzBallz, ballz, ballzYou'll never touch my ballz[Swift]I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin'And I don't even care who the hell you call inIn this game, it ain't no talkin'You can get it started, I nail the coffinAnd all I here is "get your man up off him"So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin'And I ain't gotta prove you nothin'I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttonsThis dude in front of me, he weighs a brickHe's quick and I can't get Marshall hitSo I played my position and don't make a moveBeen doin' this for years, my team can't loseAnd ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guardHut one, hut two, I'm readyHike, give the ball to NellyAnd nobody out there feels meTake this 'fore you have to kill meAnd any player in my way, I'm foldin'Damn it, call holton[]Football, Football, I love footballYes, tres, dos, unoDos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a bitchEverybody cuddle, blah I mean huddleI just stepped in a mud puddle, buttholeFreak, who just tapped on my ass cheekNevermind, let's try quarterback sneakCover me, smother me with love that's brotherlyThat didn't work, try another playHut one, hut two, hut hut hurry upI'm reachin' up another grown man's buttHike the ball, I mean I like BizarreBut Jesus yikes, I think I can feel his ballsMy dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my ballsIt's the longest yard, whoops that's not the chorusRun it back, wrong song, yeah disreguardThat whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?On 5 and our timeouts are goneLess than a minute left, I just throw my ballTo the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds48 seconds left on the clock but every last one countsCall another huddle, we're down by sixThe plan is, to throw the ball to SwiftBut he's so god dang high, that he's tripsFalls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertipsAnd runs the ball all the way down to the oneBut he don't get in, but all we need is a put ???But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to winBut then I get sacked all the way back to the tenGod dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass againEverybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth nowWe're never gonna make it, wait I just got an ideaQuick, everybody get naked, Denaun go longI'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you with no pants onAss out with a floppin' schlong, touchdown yeah I told youIt's the longest yard[Kuniva]The new face on the yard, just hand me the ballI'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just softEven though my cleats is kickin' up mudIt's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punksHigh steppin' through the end zoneI been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin toneIt's time to rumble, no time to fumbleAnd I won't stumble, your frontline will tumblePlayin' ball with killas, my team's the realestThree time offenders, even drug dealersOne of the best runnin' backs there never wasMovin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust[Proof]Yack is high, I got the highest yackHit the ground so hard I leave tire tracksBizarre snaps like a fire crackAnd my palm more stickier than spider backEyin' my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack usNo matter how big they flyin' backwardsWide reciever, recievin' wideFor every stride in my life, yo I breathe and die[Kon Artis]Defense is playin' a passThen the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43)That means that its time for meTo run out the back like a bat straight outta hellMy tracks burn turf when they excellI try to lateral pass the ball to ProofHe got dropped and the ball came looseAnd shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stareAnd use my lineman's shoulder as a chairNow I'm flyin' through the air like a superheroI can use this pose for a box of cerealI'm no joke punk, I get my dinerioFor bein' the best player on my team whatAs soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hutI do one run, run, the screen go run runThen I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!)Then I do the ninety shuffle so
good die young没有？
　　 　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　世界那么大，你总会遇见一个对的人，让你放下所有愤怒和不安。
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
Fuck what you say, just don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more
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