Derty Promo

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh Shit That's what I'm saying (Gospel) Quiet on the set (Gospel) Hah (Gospel eh for haters) Talk too much Detroit full of haters ([?]) This project is the truth (Shut up, shut up Jared, shut up) [Verse 1] This a message from god, espionage A lesson of hard beef, leave your chest in your yard (Pew) Motions of mayhem, 'cause y'all rubbing off the scene the same Like lotion for gay men Focus is breaking, graffiti your membrane Believing in false words, the media's insane My pen paints, ate the paper Tongue was [?] thanks to flavor Woke the neighbor's behaviors of a [?] (Fuck this in [?]) I said they [?] The master tones of exactly wrong, my gat's chrome Blow you like a saxophone, crack your bones Back at home to relax my dome and my rest Why test the almighty I.F.? I'm for the bread with the moldy crust The good die young son, ya' ain't old enough Essman, Cyzer, Big Proof We colder than the richest titty bear naked in the igloo How you gonna battle with raps When I got more platinum plaques in my name than Buckwheat got naps? Slap your forehead like Ben Hill Make many chill, it ain't know the step to P without any skill Most of ya' female Sayin' "Proof wouldn't be as sweet if he wasn't down with D12" I tell you like this, check my hist' Your respectless bastard to slit your neck and wrist (C'mon) Em only sell cause he white? The owner of The Source is white and they still never gave him 5 mics [What?] [Chorus] Ayo, comin' to a block near you, it's Dirty Dozen Nasty like a fat slut whore with 30 husbands When I was five, I was already fuckin' Playin' X rated cassettes in Teddy Ruxpin Comin' to a block near you, it's Dirty Dozen Nasty like a fat slut whore with 30 husbands I used to walk up and down the block cussin' Locked at youth homes at 10 for Glock bustin' [Interlude] C'mon, one, two, and you don't stop C'mon, one, two, and you won't quit C'mon, one, two, and you don't stop Hip-hop y'all, hip-hop, c'mon, c'mon [Verse 2] I ain't start D12, I never rock mics I ain't never been an unsigned hype in my life I ain't got a deal, I never scrap in clubs I never be seen with a pack of thugs And Horny Mac don't dropkick fools, these are the optic fuels of the haters Stop and lose the gossip, nonsense, my tonsils, vibe off my rhyming I'm in a position to shining, grinding, doing the eclipse Me with the Oldsmobile convertible Heard a flow and breathe fire P higher than God, the Ali Popping pills, stop and chill on Runyon Young gun that ain't Japanese but I show guns And blow one slug through your lung Did you hear me? Listen *tapping on mic* your lung (Haha) Hold onto your heart like Sam Foot And son you'll witness what I stand for Shady, Kon Artis, Kuniva, Swifty Obie, Cyzer, Ess' and Bizzy (D12, Shady) To all the haters and special agents If there was no Proof, you'd have no occupation Y'all niggas have no destination Special agents no destination, c'mon [Chorus] Ayo, comin' to a block near you, it's Dirty Dozen Nasty like a fat slut whore with 30 husbands When I was five, I was already fuckin' Playin' X rated cassettes in Teddy Ruxpin Comin' to a block near you, it's Dirty Dozen Nasty like a fat slut whore with 30 husbands I used to walk up and down the block cussin' Locked at youth homes at 10 for Glock bustin'