Detroit Psycho

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[Intro] -Fist Exclusive Derty Harry Cyzer, [?], Proof, Iron Fist, I.F [Verse 1] You gon' need two of them and them is a crew of ten A little Juice N' Gin and Harry will do 'em in In the mood to sin, at once was at Christ A predator that ain't scared of Laura and she'll hump for life Punch my wife and fight my baby mama Blood reeks from club beef, my daily drama Get locked with 29 thugs and drop 30 bails Despite the camera lights still keeping dirty nails I got beef but no naming names Destroy your whole life like Affleck in Changing Lanes Remain the same, fuck the fame and blast mags Wasn't no war, Bush sent Proof to Baghdad The last laugh is I.F., your homies roar Any trauma, spit my direction is a holy war The only cold, righteous, soldier to bеat 'em down You can keep hating but Proof gon' be around [Chorus] Journey into thе mind of a microphone killer Flame spitter, mentalities much realer Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend You 'bout to journey into the mind of a microphone killer Flame spitter, mentalities much realer Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend [Verse 2] Since the tower of the brewsters, a pound with (PROOF) the Proofster I'll make you recognise "THIS HERE'S A MAN BUDDHA" Trooper, like the soldiers of the great Koopa Off Anpecs, I'm anthrax that ate through ya I came to admit I'm ain't the king of the Mit' Although from 8 mile to Joy they singing my shit Sting with the spit and start raining dogs Got more skills than R. Kelly got training bras In the burbs they know me, in the streets they think so I'm tryna bust a rhyme and not be like Dingo Spudd and Big Willy I love you silly I must be too grimy and E-Dub is pretty I miss the thug and Biggie and the rest got weak flows Ja Rule copy so much that he must own Kinkos Y'all gon' expire when my toast fire Me and Miss Cleo gon' bring you back as ghostwriters [Chorus] Journey into the mind of a microphone killer Flame spitter, mentalities much realer Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend You 'bout to journey into the mind of a microphone killer Flame spitter, mentalities much realer Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend [Outro] 'Cause ain't nobody just like P (PROOF) Derty Harry Dropping grenade pins on you motherfuckers Microphone killer!
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Credits
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- Proof