Devil's Night

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1. Another public service announcement(skit)

2. Shit can happen

3. Pistol pistol

4. Bizarre(skit)

5. Nasty mind ft. Truth Hurts

6. Ain't nuttin but music

7. American psycho

8. That's how(skit)

9. That's how

10. Purple pills

11. Fight music

12. Instigator

13. Pimp like me ft. Dina Rae

14. Blow my buzz

15. Obie trice(skit)

16. Devil's night

17. Steve Berman(skit)

18. Revelation

19. Girls (bonus track)


Тексты песен

Another public service announcement(skit)

[Bass Brother]
This is another
Public service announcement
brought to you in part...
[Rondell Beene]
This thing on?
good good hell yea
Look, im speaking on behalf of d12
and if you get affended by words like
bitch, ho, sissy, faggot, homo, lezbian ,fudge packer, clit eater
all that shit like that
then you should turn this shit off right now
cuz thats just some of the shit
no thats the only shit you gonna hear on this album
its not that they dont have creativity
or some shit like that, that aint the case
we just like sayin shit like that, just to fuck with you
hey! I told you to hold him down, now hes running
fuck it *bang*
god damnit if you would have just stayed still
nothing would have happened to you
just goes to show you, if you fuck with us
shit can happen... bitch

Shit can happen

Shit can happen
Shit can happen
Shit can happen
Shit can happen
Shit can happen
Shit can happen
Shit can happen
Shit can happen

[Kon Artis]
Yo, that's right motherfuckers we back
Same slanging
Wilding out on hoodrats that 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?
Kill or not
Platinum or flop
I'll still put it through you
With 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 with 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 road you pack
You gon' see these Runyan Ave. niggas
That really need some Prozac
To show that ask the others
Brigade'll lay you down
Next to your mother's mother's grandmothers

You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight
And half the niggas I give DAT 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 L.A. Clippers game
I'll kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom
You ain't a madam
It's really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call theyselves screaming about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off of mere talent
My skills are deeply imbedded
Even your hoe said it
She was knock-kneed
I fucked her now she bow-legged
In the middle of rapping I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping
Kuniving Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing

[Chorus Kon Artis] (x2)
(Shit can happen)
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
(Shit can happeeen)
Shit can happen to him and your ass
(Shit can happen)
You can be touched don't think you can't
(Shit can happeeen)
Cuz niggas ain't fucking around no more man

The feds can't hold me (why?)
I hold feds
I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head (uh huh)
Raining acid (nigga)
You can't refrain from getting your ass kicked
Cuz you talk too much
You asked for it
I'm on some massive shit
Everybody ignore me
They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy
These niggas think I'm fronting (what up now?)
Then they change stories
I catch you and they thinking everything's hunky dory
I even have you pour me the gasoline for me (do it)
Pulling up slowly
Cop tailing your homies
Met a lot of niggas but you wouldn't wanna know me (for real)
Your ass might not even make it home with your roley (nigga)
Don't even try
In your system like eco lie
Trying to beef with me
Nigga please, your people die
I'm so wicked that my momma gave birth illegally (uh huh)
I survived the abortion immediately (Surprise!!!)

Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting
Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns
When the *cops* come knocking
Each hands got one
Cocked ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts
One man army
Guns can't harm me
Young and ornery
Worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flip at censorship
Your friends just flipped
Over this swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite
I been giving it a hundred and ten percent
Cuz when I vent most of my energy's
Spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is hennessy
And twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten is because I love being under your skin
Ya, (shit) shit can happen
So stick to rapping
Quit the yapping
Or I'ma lift the mac in
That can lead to another mishap happening
Skip the crap
Get the can of whoop ass cracking

[Chorus] (x2)

(Shit can happen)
It can and it will
(Shit can happeeen)
Fuck around with Amityville
(Shit can happen)
And you die
Insanity still
(Shit can happeeen)
Mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
(Shit can happen)
With their personality split
(Shit can happeeen)
Fucking you up with hit after hit
(Shit can happen)
Sticking you up with clip after clip
(Shit can happeeen)
Making you suck dick after dick
(Shit can happen)
(Shit can happeeen)
Dirty motherfuckin dozen
(Shit can happen)
The Kon Artis
(Shit can happeeen)
Motherfuckin Peter S. Bizarre
Swifty McVeigh
The Kuniva
Dirty fatherfuckin Harry
Puttin you down in the cemetary
You get buried
All of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cock
We are not playing
We are not playing
We are not bullshitting
This is not a motherfucking joke

Pistol pistol

Yeah, welcome to Amityville
Detroit Nigga
The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols
Why is that?


[Chorus Eminem]
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
Slick criminal with this shit I spit use
(I walk the streets I got my gun)
Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you
(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)
I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
ed to hand em the amp you they miss the shit to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
To many enemies on my list to sit trough
(I walk the streets I got my gun)
body got my back in this bitch but this dood
(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)
Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you
(Don't go nowhere without my gun
But I don't goin around without my pistol pistol

Nigga we violently active
So fuck with us
See I'm backwards
I slap niggaz and punch bitches
Just for askin
They must have been wanting to meet the lord
When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored
They was snoopin trough my closet
Seein drugs on the floor
Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch
Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryin to break your neck to conversate
Bitch, I l do it for you
Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you
You and your hoe
You got's to go
Bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow fo any nigga
We'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful
And I ain't gotta lie to you

Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo
Blazin at popo
escapin and lay low
they call my tongue yayo
But I spit fire
I lit five inside a fuckin dickryder
The clip slider
Love to blast the mag
You a fag
You love bein ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nuttin to tell
Empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business
It won't be the same since we touchin the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew
Tuck in this chain
Y'all think this shit's a game and I bluffin for fame
I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains


he only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done
Toke the gun
It's my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggaz'll put your fuckin life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless
Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless
That's why I'm heated
You never know who start creepin
Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin
I'd rather pack the heat and not need it
Rather then need one and not have it
I married this glockmatic

Nowhere without my gun

[Kon Artist]
You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds
Spittin these rounds from fo pounds
While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth
Is they possibly alive
*Shooting and screaming*
Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault
Like fast wheels who will perish shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's
So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's
Spittin like *Screamin*


This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry)
It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse
It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writin
It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls
It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin
It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin
It'll make a nut turn into a filthy slut
It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Coram
It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina


Pistol Pistol
Nigga, you better have aim
I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol
Cuz if you don't you finished
Flat out
I'm sorry
Fuck it
The fuck we stayin
Fuck around and get popped
With no hesitation
Straight up
Look where the fuck we stay at
Nigga what where the fuck we stay at
Fuck around with us
You get us popped
You fuckin get us popped



[Bizarre]Man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[Kuniva]Yo nigga what's goin on fool?
[Bizarre]Whatup my nigga?
[Kuniva]Nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here SinD right here
[Kuniva]SinD this is Bizarre I was tellin you about
[Kuniva]That's my nigga
[Kuniva]Yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts
[Kuniva]Man you why dont you go to the store with me
[Bizarre]All right
[Kuniva]All right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga
[Bizarre]Aight my nigga

(Music start playin in the background "Bizarre's gonna rape ya")

[SinD]So how long you been on Eminem
[Bizarre]Eminem? Shit I don't know Eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit
[Bizarre]You know, something on the side
[Bizarre]Yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? You want some water?
[SinD]No, no, no thanks
[Bizarre]How about some pig feet
[SinD]Naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke
[SinD]Damn, what's takin the Kuniva So long?

*Bizarre farts*

[SinD]No the fuck you didn't!
[Bizarre]Girl chill out that shit came from my soul
[Bizarre]Fuck that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin
[Bizarre]And I want you to give me a little kiss though

*Bizarre farts again*

[SinD]A kiss? Kiss you where?
[Bizarre]All right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, I'ma tell you in your ear

(Music stops)

[Bizarre]On my booty

Nasty mind ft. Truth Hurts

You want me to do what?
What are those?
You want me to stick those in what?

[Chorus: Bizarre]
What is on your nasty mind?
(Nasty mind, nasty mind)
Don't you wanna get fucked from behind?
(From behind, from behind)
They treat me like a dirty slave
(Dirty slave, dirty slave)
And beat me like I won't behave
I just wanna get freaky baby

I'm to Swift on my toes
To get caught up with you hoes
You don't know me (uh huh)
See I ain't gotta front to play the role (for real)
I'm a Know-G
I know when you're being phony
See you're probably boning them officers
Just to pull up on me (slut)
That's why sixty percent of women is lonely (uh huh)
They getting my mix only
They trying to creep slowly because they nosy
I ain't listen to what my momma told me
I fuck 'em and pass 'em to my homies (right)
Then he fuck 'em and pass 'em to the homies (take her)
I'm a nasty ass macaroni
You flashing fast money
You can pass the Roley
Fuck a alimony (bitch)
If you want me
And ain't out screaming about your monthly
I'll be sticking your pretty ass until you turn ugly (damn)
You suddenly see stars when fucking me
Ain't no menage
It's I-want-'em-in-threes
Release your garments (trick)
It ain't even me to hold back
I'll fuck your moms quick
Have her running around this bitch screaming
"That's my dick!!"

Yo, I know I'm dogmatic
But your pussy walls have had it (that's right)
It's evident that you been fucking like a jackrabbit
But I stay focused (bitch)
So I acted like I didn't notice
And fucked her with no baby lotion
And bust in the soap dish
Hoe you can quote this
Your breath is smelling like
You done sucked a senior citizen's old dick
Go spit (damn)
You gon' get chocked quick
Talking all that hoe shit
All agressive asking for a slow kiss
No bitch (get the fuck outta here)
You like freaking
See you every night creeping
Sucking off the nice deacons
Slut you made his wife leave him (cunt)
So keep slurping
I'll be down to the fullest
But forget it bitch
Your nipples look like AK bullets (I'm out)


[Kon Artis]
Yo, I'm tearing down whatever you built
Your marriage is through
Cuz I answered your wife's door naked
Wrapped in a quilt
Hoes say,
"Kon Artis got a dick so big"
Man, I could persuade any bitch
To have eight of my kids
Shit, bitch
I should be locked up
For having honies' legs cocked up
In the back of my pop's truck
I'm not fucked up
I just got a fetish for shooting
Cumm in coochie
Till the pussy is booting it back out
I 69'd this one bitch and she bled in my mouth (shit)
Kicked her out
Cleaned the couch out
And beat up my crouch
I don't gotta creep in motels
I cheat at my house
See I'm a dog
I don't need to keep a secret hide out (naw)

All night I been snorting
Your age and where you're from
Is just not important (naw)
You look like one of my mistresses
On welfare, ten kids like the rest of my bitches
Dreams of fucking a handicapped bitch
Suck my dick while your teeth start to grit (whore)
Inner slave, that's how I want you to treat me
I ain't into S&M
But I love when you beat me
I told you I was a horny ass freak
While I'm beating my meat
Your daughter acting like she asleep (ya right)
My love is like thunder and lightning
After it's over
I'm looking like I got my ass kicked by Tyson



Ain't nuttin but music

Its shit like this i kick to these rich white kids
who just mite see how fucked up this sick life is
oops i did it again, didnt i? my shit, its harder to figure out then what britneys tit size is
i probably pissed u off again, didnt i bitch?
so grab christina gaguilera, kiss my grits
do u know how many shits i give, i wish i did
so i could quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
this just in, britney just kissed justin
she just fucked been
got tit fucked
and dick sucked him
if affleck can get his ass licked how come i cant, shit
god damn bitch, im rich, i cant understand this
are those pictures i made of us together on the internet
as close as im eva gonna get to hittin her from the back
shit, when it comes to that, i hit harder from the back
then everlast when hes pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
just gimme 1 more chance, britney hit me 1 more time
let me know whats on ur mind, whitney give me 1 more line
to sniff, u fuckers know what time it is
fuck ur jewelery my records almost diamond bitch

[Chorus Eminem]

whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin, its ok
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em dre
(drdre)it aint nuttin but music
whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin, its ok
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em dre
(drdre)it aint nuttin but music

eminem doesnt like nsync, well i do
so fuck him and the backstreet boys too
whateva happened to the cast of different strokes?
garys broke, todd snort coke, and then an overdose
i got 2 little boys with me
michael jackson sent 2 helicopters 2 get me
im up early with my hair curly
me and mr.furley fuckin lavern and shirly

alotta rappers r livin in la la land
thats y i lets my dogs out on the baha men
as bad as the life i had, im not mad
i dont need to b a jackass 2 beat up my dad
my whole familys country, my grandmothers oldfashioned
she keeps askin me y i rap with a honky
but granny im a flunky, i could b a junkie
i could b hangin with the hoochies outta the club scene

[Kon Artis]
for all the indpendent women in the house
show us ur tits and shut ur mother fuckin mouths

Robert downey, bobby brownie, whitney housten the shit shes usin,
jesse jackson, reverand scandal, got george michaels, tevin campbell
pee-wee hermans, peep show places, public restrooms, beat those cases

[Chorus Swift]
ur mom and dad probably mad at us, we did turned their kids into little body snatchers
they like where im from, we dont bite our tongue
r u sure u want niggas 21 to carry guns?
its sad but im glad that im made to rhyme
when u work, u aint gettin paid 4 that overtime
its only music, media know it, but they blind
i aint in ur life so stay the hell up outta mine
and ur the reason y princess diana ended up dying
u people get offended, i dont care
(stop cryin)
tryin to get us to leave
coz what we say just aint playin
but holdin me back from what i say just aint me

[Kon Artis]
now whats these parents so mad 4?
(ur music is bad) for teenage kids who drink more than ted danson in cheers
carson drinks beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch
(smoke the ritz) i still do the same old shit, i dont jump infront of a camera and say no shit
when they ask me about my sarcastic-ness
i just slap them, turn around and ask them this


American psycho

I'm the devil
If ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs
What you're seeing
I'm a mind fucked
Completely disgusting
(im what?)
I'm a human mutt
Fuck a being I'm a dog
Fuck lambs
I'm silencing them all
I'm involved in murders
Forensic science couldn't solve
Giants are the balls
Too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall
To the floor
Each thought's completely warped
I'm like a walking...talking...Ouija Board
Speaking in tongues
I've never spoke this speech before
Khem dellelleh
Enemech noomph meekh neesh meekh nohr
Have you ever experienced spirits and lyrics
When you hear 'em you scared
To stare into any mirrors when you near 'em
Well if so
Get ready for some shit yo
This some kinda sick joke?
Shit no
Motherfucking schizo
So disturbed
you just go
so berserk
You tip toes
fist first
with scissors
To slit throats
of just hoes
It just goes
to shizow
You dizon't
fizuck with
Someone this disturbed
Sipping on syzerup
So lock your doors
Drop to the floor
Get your shotguns drawn
Here comes another Clockwork Orange
Look at Bizarre
Do you really think he's right in his mind?
What the fuck you think's going through it
When he's writing his rhyme?

[Chorus x2]
You bout to
Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller
Mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine
In your wildest dreams
You feel his pain in his silent screams

Its friday night, Im at a rave again
picking up transvestites on my harley davidson
(man hop on)
My girlfriends a crack head whore
She'll come to your door
Suck your dick on the floor
and take your bottles to the store
(nigga im takin these)
Have you ever seen a bitch beat b/c she wont cheat
run the street and suck another niggas meat
Im sons 16 years old with no where to stay
(dad its me)
I told him he wasn't mine and slammed the door on his face
I aint got no food, my job ive been cheated
My girlfriend had a misscarriage (im sorry I had to eat it)
My dick is burning (it isn't b/c of disease)
its b/c im jacking off with gasoline mixed anitfreeze
Im living in waco texas, me and my girl
fuck david karish, im startin my own world
Its called bizarres cemetary, its scary
eatin the virgins cherry (im gonna laugh at your carrey)

[Chorus x2]
You bout to
Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller
Mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine
In your wildest dreams
You feel his pain in his silent screams

[Kon Artis]
I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
The lord rehearsed my birth, im the worst breed
a nigga you never set sight on
my right arms
got more power then fiva ivon dragin a python
(journey into the mind of pyschopath killa)
light your ass like a liquid nitro gas spilla
pyscho slash micheal myers, micheal jack's thrilla
riffle slash knife faggot dash cop killa
As a youngin I was beat for just livin

[Chorus x2]
You bout to
Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller
Mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine
In your wildest dreams
You feel his pain in his silent screams

That's how(skit)

This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up

If you a loud mouth
Trying to wild out
And we see just how you laying
And we peep your style out
(You a punk)
When you chilling out in front of your truck
And get stuck

That's how niggas get fucked up

No love at home with your infolks
And the world just keeps fucking with your mental
And all these kids making fun of your trench coat

That's how students get shot up

[Kon Artis]
Hating on us but you come to our show (Fuck them niggas)
I crowd surf and you let me go
Oh no
Whip your ass when I get off the floor
Just so you know though

That's how haters get fucked up

When the police pull you over and shit and find ganja
Now every month they checking on your piss
They getting mad cuz you ain't come back since
And now they sweating you

That's how P.O.'s get fucked up

When your mans hook you up with a bitch
Over the phone
And when you see her
She ugly as shit (God damn)
Now at the end of the date she want a kiss
And some dick

That's how blind dates get fucked up

Say we got a real crew with a lot of skill
And only one nigga in our crew make the dollar bills
Y'all fools just mad cuz y'all ain't got a deal

Local rappers talk too much

[Kon Artis]
You don't like this pain
But you roll with punks
Manage to trip the alarm
And you all get stumped
Cops got AK's
Y'all only got pumps
That shit's just dumb

That's how Cruzzie?? got locked up

When your ass wanna walk in the club
But 'stead of telling you to wait
The nigga wanna push and shove (move)
They get trampled from the niggas you brought
So move over

That's how bouncers get fucked up

[Chorus] x2

When you get your guns outta the stash
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished y'all run out of gas
You better haul ass

That's how drive-bys get fucked up

Mixing weed with the brew
Extacy and Kalu, gasoline fumes
Nitrous balloons
Acid tablets and magic mushrooms

That's how D12 get fucked up

[Kon Artis]
I like your records
But my album aint dropped
Dr. Dre's my favorite
Bitch get off his jock
Got a backstage pass and I need to get off
Wanna meet da-da-da Doc?

That's how groupies get tossed up

Drop outta school
Take drugs and molest sluts
Got your girlfriend sucking on my left nut
Your parents don't like me, but guess what (what)

Cuz Bizarre don't give a fuck

Chokin' your wife all in front of your peeps
She toss a brick through the window of your Jeep
They back together by the end of the week
That's so sweet

Slim and Kim argue too much

Invite a ho to your house
While your bitch is out
Now you got the dick
All up in her fuckin mouth
Pull it out
And then you bust off on her favorite blouse

That's how Clinton got caught? up

[Kon Artis]
Steal cars, wreck bars, got fucked up beyond
Recognition, walk in 50? clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs and fuck bitches

That's how Runyan Ave. is cut

When your life wasn't raised up right
See your mother coming home
With different niggas every night
And then you run in to the one you don't like
So get the fuck off

That's how step-dads get fucked up

This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up

This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up

That's how

That's how

Purple pills

I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills

Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of valium inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
To roll up on you like Christopher Reeve
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by 6 people
And 5 I hit
Ah shit
I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch
And stomped the foster kids
These shrooms make me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losing weight
Till I see dumb shit start happenin'
Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again
So bounce, bounce, c'mon bounce
I said c'mon bounce
Everybody in the house with a half an ounce
Not weed I meant coke dumb ass sit down
We don't bullshit, better ask around
D12 throws the bomb and's dashing town
Bizarre, your mom is passing out
Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out

[Kon Artist & Kuniva]
Fuck that, someone help Denaun
He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn
Hey Von
You see me stepping on these leprechauns?
It gotta be acid cuz the X is gone
Ya I took them all dog with some parmesian
And I think my arm is gone
It's probably numb
Dumb, dumb, and full of cumm
And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue
Scary ass it was a false alarm
You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on
So stop acting stupid
You so high
That you might wake up with a guy
On some new shit
I think I did too much
This substance equals cuffs
Red pills, blue pills, and green
Big pills (That's ill)

I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills

Dirty Dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some-, something, something, something
Something, something, something, something

Pop pills
Pills I pop
Pop two pills
On stilts I walk
Snort two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought it was Incredible I killed the Hulk
I wanna roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I'm old and gray
Look for coke to smoke
I overdose
When I pack up my nose with coke
*cough cough cough*
I must have broke the choke
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby
Born by whore lady
Now I gotta straight born *infant*
(You're crazy!)

I pop four E's at one time
And I don't need water when I'm swallowing mine
(You got any shroom?)
Does Bizarre smoke crack?
I can't get job
Cuz her mom's so trashed (?)
Why the hell you niggas think I rap?
I do it just to get your company hijacked
If you like smack
Then I might too
(Swift, chill)
I just wanna get high like you
And I don't give a damn if they white or blue
Speed, shrooms, down the valiums
Even smoke weed outta vacuums
I just got some and I'm going back soon

I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills

I'm at rave
Looking like a slave
High off chronic
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Pussy poppin', acid choppin', dope heavy guy
Heroine mescaline pimp
So ladies wanna try
Blue pills, golden seals
Got Bizarre actin' ill
Drugs kill (Yeah, right)
Bitch I'm for real
Shut your mouth you dirty slut
You know you want it in your butt
I'll put it in your cunt Let Bizarre nutt

I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills

Fight music

[Chorus Eminem]
This kinda music
Use it and you get in to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit
And you can't refuse this
Just some shit
For these kids to trash their rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit
That you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know
That's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people acting stupid

[Kon Artist]
I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm
And smelling like Boone Farm
Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief it to steal from his own mom
Kuniving Kon
Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screaming
"Let's get it on"
A lust that love the drank
Drunk driving a tank
Rolling over a bank
Cops see my and faint
It's drastic
And I'm passed my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat
Push a baby carriage into the street
Till it's minced meat
Your men's been beat
The minute I step foot on your street
This is fight music!

You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Cuz my grandmother sucked my dick
And I didn't cum (Oh)
Smacked this whore for talking crap (Bitch)
So what if she's handicapped (What?)
The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin Hate You
I take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (Hell yeah!)
Satan got me on this song
Eatin a hotdog readin the Holy Korahn (sp?)
While I'm on the john
Tired of wearin this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo
You know where it belongs
Now here's a gun
I put it in your palm (baw)
Now go over there and blow off Dru Hill's arms
Fuck them love songs


It's ...., who you gon bring on?
Who you gon swing on?
I'm King Kong
I'll blow you to Kingdome Come
I'll show you machine gun Fuck
Sixteen M16's
One pump
Snubbing my paw
Shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers
We lovin the brawls, it's nothin to applaud
But fuck it it's all good
The hood is up in us all
It's Fight music

I'm a nigga that love scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles
I'm like that
Catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the precinct
I slap your freak
Bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet
You get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
Came back and fucked up his pall bearers
And made them drop his coffin
It's fight music

These beez I'm swingin and stingin em
See all these niggaz when I step in the club?
I'm bringin em
And any nigga lookin too hard
We Rodney King-in him
Malice Green-in him
And gasoline-in him with premium
Light a cigarette flick it at him and spit it at him
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right lookin
Right where your wife's lookin
Fuck fight music bitch
This is losin your life music

If I could capture the rage
Of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it
And spit it back in the face of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberaces, Versaces and Nazi's watch me
Cuz you figured you got me and this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me cuz you're not me
You'll never stop me
I'm top speed and you pop me
I came to save these new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise them cuz the lazy
So grow to praise me, I'm makin em go crazy
That's how I got the whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazy if you think I'm a admit wrong
I'll cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sicked on
And this song is for any kid who get's picked on
A sick song to retaliate to and it's called



I'm an instigator

I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Take heed to the words I speak
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Till it hurts to breathe
Fuck with me

I love getting shit started
I instigate a peace talk into a beef talk
Until police need chalk to chalk you up
Have bitches walking up
Smacking you in your face screaming that you talk too much
Tell women you said you fucked 'em
Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him
Raid his pockets and stuck him
Till they gather in front of your crib
Guns and ??? clips
Laughing when they shoot at you over the wrong shit
I lock down your block with lies
It's so believable
You run and grab your shotguns, glocks, and nines
Walking blind
Incite fights until they erupt
Instigate my own death cuz killing you ain't enough

I don't give a fuck if we beefing or not
I squeeze first
I'ma heat up your spot
I'm a nigga that breathe dirt
On these streets everyday
Snatching nigga's lle'
How you bitches needing work?
You can get it from McVeigh
I'm despiteful
I tie a hoe
A maniacal vile animal
Liable to leave you strapped with your Bible
I'm psycho
My bullets won't fly by you
You wanna kill me?
You got the right to
Ain't gotta wait till night to snipe you
If I don't like you
You getting hit in broad day light with a white rifle
In front of your window I'm looking right through
I love when I see a nigga get stuck

I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Take heed to the words I speak
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Till it hurts to breathe
Fuck with me

[Kon Artis]
(I'm an instigator)
Drama tends to follow me
I know
I probably owe all of my friends apologies
Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me
Get a labotomy?
Nigga this runs to my artery
Guns are a part of me
I pack more than pottery
I oughtta be jailed for depicted mockery
Ain't gon' fight
The blood on the niggas that shot at me
I don't twist the truth
I just make it gothic, see?
I'm nothing but a liar
With a big ass mouth, dick, and fists
Big enough to knock your bitch ass out
Got no reason to tell you the truth
But to be honest with you
I rap with him
But I don't like Proof

Nigga fuck you
Me and Swift got plans to jump you
Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you
(I'm an instigator)
Convinced a tenth grader
To run up inside his classroom
And lead the kids *?????*
Bitch straight up
This is the season for squeezing off triggers
On niggas for no reason
Either jump or quit running your mouth
Pull a gun out
Better use it till the bullets run out

I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Take heed to the words I speak
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Till it hurts to breathe
Fuck with me

I throw a brick at your crib
Having you standing on the porch screaming
(Look what you did!!)
I ain't feeling no remorse
Nigga just pick up the kids
Swift got first dibs
On these cherry hot slugs
That'll barbeque your ribs
I'm preparing death beds
Quick to bust lead
While I'm staring at the feds
Tearing off their legs
Once you drop dead
They'll be swearing it's a plague
I'm sicker than a ???????
watch the ???????? with dreds
You could shake if you move
Ditch with no clue
Don't put shit on your tape
With your skits and interludes
And once I finish you
They wouldn't put it in the news
I'm nuts so you hoes ain't got the guts to interview

I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Take heed to the words I speak
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Till it hurts to breathe
Fuck with me


Pimp like me ft. Dina Rae

What up?
I gotta tell you mtoherfuckers the truth
This is straight G-shit
And all you can do is respect it

Well I'ma state my name
Swift McVeigh
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed running things my way
A selfish man
The back of the hand
We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can
I want my loot
And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and
Y'all giving niggas what they need and
Till bitches understand the meaning
Swift McVeigh is blowing up
Corvarciet till I'm throwing up
Wanna player hate me bitch so what?
What's your function?
Where's your bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much
D12 naturally lifted
You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck with me
I fuck with you
Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell you little 22 gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what)
Made 'em cough (ya)
Blood and shit (ha)
That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get
We runs this bitch
So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real)
If he want head then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don't care to nutt
For every stroke it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game
You just a slut
So open your legs up and get my guts(??) (bitch)

[Chorus Eminem]
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
Go get my (dough)
Go bring me my (dough)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch

I do spit game
No longer than my game
There where my chain hang
My nuts do the same
Don't pay pussy
Pussy pay me
Bitch, slut, hoe, my lady
And knowing the fact I was born to mac
That's why I got a hoe in the back
Blowing my sack
Got good game
It's a hood thang
Got a huge brain
Loot of pootang
But I'm all bank
Run that cheese
Tell that trick nigga (come back please)
I'm a L-7 that's a square
You my bottom hoe
You gotta know
Off to a plan to make a lot of dough
So suck fast bitch and swallow slow
Bitch quit talking back
Now walk the track

[Kon Artis]
I don't pay for ass
You pump my gas
You get slapped for a short of cash
I get whip lashed when I hit the gas
And holler out the window with hash
Where's my scratch?
Bitch, that's it
Suck it, stroke it, make me rich
Cuz a token of my appreciation it's
Another client for you to hit
I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids
You shoulda picked another occupation trick
You stuck with me
Fuck with me and I'ma smack you up in this truck
You must have lost your mind or something
Crying and whining like you dying and suffering
Go suck some head until it ???? for ???????
You don't work
You make nothing
I'm just another case of a lazy husband

I want the paper stacked
Buy you an outfit it
Then take it back
When you page me bitch I never page you back
You only act a certain way that I make you act
Hoes recognize and niggas do too
Cuz they realize that niggas who shoot
Don't like a chick that act too cute
Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops
And don't be calling me all kind of questions
All harrassing me calling stress in
Or I may have to release some aggression
And beat you to death and
Teach you a lesson
Looking for handouts
Like you my damn spouse
Pull your pants down
And fuck my mans now
Shut your damn mouth
Or get in the damn house
Open the damn blouse
And suck on my damn crouch


Love the pussy
Sell that pussy bitch
Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich
You gotta itch
You fucking dirty bitch
Now get on the corner and start sucking some dick
Niggas want pussy
And I need cash
So mom get out there and start selling your dirty ass
Bizarre quick to hit 'em
Then stick 'em
Fuck it I'll let you hear one of my victims
(Somebody help, I'm on Seven Mile and Muriel, NO)
Shut up bitch you talk too much
And about to get fucked in your dirty butt
Never seen a pimp like me out here whoring
Shut your fucking mouth and you'll be out in the morning
Cuz I'm the dirtiest pimp you ever heard of
Give me my 5000 and take this cheeseburger (bitch)
Go suck dick at a bachelor party
So what if you on your period
Blood never hurt nobody


That's all you is
You just a dirty ass bitch
Dirty ass, nasty ass, stanky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch
But I love you

[Kuniva as Rondell Beene]
And there you have it goddammit
The fundamentals of pimping
You heard it here first
From the dirtiest dozen you've ever seen in your goddamn life
Well this is Rondell Beene on the scene
And we keep the pussy hole smiling
Because we all been wilding
Know what I'm saying?
Fuck what everybody else be talking 'bout
We letting you know right here
That pimping ain't dead
We love getting head
In dirty ass bed
That's just what we do
You know we were throwing coke parties back in 1968
The pussy is all great
I see you at eight bitch

Blow my buzz

How many of you got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say
They brains dryrotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did you would know just what I'm talking 'bout
When your tongue's rotting out from cotton mouth
When you end up becoming so dependent on weed
That you end up spending a G
In the vending 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 it's got you thinking the whole world is watching ya
Or maybe you don't smoke
Maybe you just grow
But whatever your drugs, yo
Go for the gusto
Just don't
Come fuck with me when I'm doing my drugs
You see me in the club don't come fucking my high up and

Blow my buzz
Do what you want to just don't
Blow my buzz
Then I'm gonna sit here and
Roll my drugs
And if you talk I'm gonna
Fuck you up
And don't say shit and we'll be cool

Bitch let me in the house
(Ay Von?)
Naw, just came to each your mother out
It's the big guy
Doing the butterfly to the ground
Go 'head
(Bizarre, sit your nasty ass down)
I spot this fat bitch from across the room
Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (ya ya)
My face is pink
Looking 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 (ya you whore)
Bitches I'm catching
Blunts I'm matching
Don't call me Bizarre
I'm the Reverend Jesse Jackson

Who the fuck is this guy?
Why the hell you in my presence?
It'd be cool if you was asking me some reasonable questions (damn)
But you on some bullshit nigga
This your last beer (for real)
Get the fuck off my dick
And tell your bitch to bring her ass here
I kick a hoe out
Without giving a cat fear (uh huh)
And leave her barefooted just for nagging in my damn ear
When I'm out eating
You fags interfere
They don't go until I let 'em know a mac is sitting here
I get drunk and I smoke weed
What your ass wanna hear?
I didn't answer you clear?
I meant Manson is here, ok?
You want some lle'?
I'll front your ass some play
But other than that get the hell out my face
Because you niggas trying to


[Kuniva & Kon Artis]
Yo, Denaun, you seem shook
I really am, dog, look
This fat bitch keep chasing me
Trying to give me the nook'
Ah man, you probably led her on
I just bought her a beer
I saw her rubbing on your ear
While she was wiping your tears
I admit, I was high
But you ain't see me crying
Nigga, you lying and you blowing my high
Just stop denying it
Well at least somebody in this bar is
This big bitch did
The ultimate by saying she wanted to have my kid
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 (take her ass home)
Just quit the drank
Hit the dank
Do some drugs (man)
Go kill yourself
Fuck you
Well stop blowing my buzz

I'm at the front of the bar
By the lounge in the back
With a slut on my arm
While I'm downing the yac
Got the pills in my system
Floating around
Everytime I start drifting
Someone open they mouth
Yo, my ear been spit, licked, and freestyled in (Yo, my flow is cool my whole crew)
I think I'm going Def like Mos senile men
Only one good demo outta three thousand
(Yo, I ain't wanna rap for you anyway)
(Aiight, aiight)
Peace out then
Next nigga that bump me
I'ma do the humpty
And elbow bitches
Till everybody jump me


Obie trice(skit)

[Proof as DJ]
Yo, this is DJ Seven Deuce for Motown sounds of w-down
Give a big shoutout to Runyan Ave and them Detroit playas
You know what i mean
And we're gonna go to the phone lines right now
[Kuniva as Rondell Beene]
Callin my ass
You know who this is
Look I'm mad as hell
First you got Eminem
This nigga said he's gonna get me on his album
No shit I didn't get on it
Then he signed this niggaz D12
Little punk ass niggaz
And all of a sudden I heard he signed this new motherfucker named...
[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice
First I took the underground over
The well known asshole' brought y'all hhrrrr
Then the industry saw interest in me
Now I'm Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP
Mr. Trice the name has occurred in your conversation
But the face is blur
And if you never spoke my name nigga you heard
Got word from that naggin bitch that stay bootleggin
Underground since the Fu-Schnikens
Or underground since Chi Ali was fuckin with them stupid bitches
Different kinda species
Shittin on your punk mothafuckas with a dirty dozen typa feces

Devil's night

I make music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music
Like devil worshipping Satan music
So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's, and Jesuses
Take two sticks and tape 'em together to make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you can't do it
A whole generation of kids blowing out their fucking brains to this
Kurt Cobain music
Students converted to 'caine users
As soon as they heard it
Went out and murdered and main to it(??)
What's your name...

Got my nine with six sharp shooters
Now let's do this
I got niggas that's used to static
You don't understand how I'm all up in you niggas TV's like Carolan
I'm a poltergeist
Lyrically I'm supposed to strike
Trying to snatch this mic
You get cracked with moisonite(??)
(Swifty get your own woman)
I want his wife!
I'm the type to go to gambling parties with trick dice
I rob casinoes
Slugs eat those
You think it was the Devil feeding your jalapenos?
Now you out of the scene hoe
Shot at your clean clothes
A four-four
Prone to make you niggas breathe wrong

[Chorus Eminem]
It's Devil's Night
It's Devil's Night
It's Devil's Night
Cuz I came back to rule this time
It's Devil's Night
Cuz I came back to take what's mine
It's Devil's Night
It's Devil's Night
It's Devil's Night
Cuz I came back to rule this time
It's Devil's Night
Cuz I came back to take what's mine
It's Devil's Night

[Kon Artis]
I'm on the john
Trying to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch tell these pigs to back off
The mind of a rapist
Denaun never changes
Beat up strangers without a reason
I'm a anus
Walk the street
Then beat a jack with a glove to match it
Drop the hatchet I put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walking zombie that's ornery
Pulling on robberies on politicians without a sense of comradery

I can concoct the nine flat(????)
Plus I run with the best
Hop on the motorcycle busting wheelies over ya chest
Bystanders standing by thinking nowhere to mess
Blast you every hicky that them bitches put on your neck
What the fuck do you expect when the slugs get dealt?
And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz had felt
A deranged teen
Smoking ganja and greens
This carbean'll make your fucking head shake like tambourines
I pledge alleigance to the streets of the D
And if you think you out cold catch a piece of this heat
And when it blast it'll take off every piece of your *niece*
From her berets to her cheeks to her cute little feet


I'm trying
My little boy's dying
He's losing too much iron
And if I die it won't be because I got shot
It'd be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Taking drugs is cool
That's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em in my ass
Let your little brother try 'em
Ten years is what I'm facing
Police breaking in my house
Lil' Bow Wow in the basement
A rapist that'll bust in your mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fucking album comes out
I'm eighteen years old still shit in the bed
Beating till I'm red
Fear nothing but water and bread
Me and Ken
Fucking dirty Jen
So what if it burns
Bitch when I stick it in
No medication
I'm out of percasets
I lost my weed
Plus my fucking diaper's wet


Steve Berman(skit)

[Eminem]Hey Steve, Vanessa said you waned to see me
[Steve]Marshall, I can call you Marshall right?
[Eminem]Uhh, sure
[Steve]Good, sit the fuck down for a second
[Steve]Do you just fuckin hate me?
[Eminem]Hate you?
[Steve]What the fuck have I ever done to you?
[Steve]Your last record, we got lucky
[Steve]This D12 album is fucked
[Eminem]What's wrong with it?
[Steve]I don't wanna rape my grandmother
[Steve]I don't wanna have sex with pitbulls
[Steve]I wanna roll on dubs, I want throw bows, I wanna rock prada
[Eminem]Rock prada?
[Steve]And who the fuck is this Bizarre guy?
[Eminem]What do you mean
[Steve]Do you need a cat-scan?
[Steve]Where the fuck did you find this guy
[Eminem]I mean, I've known him like...
[Steve]This album's never coming out
[Eminem]Steve, you've only heard one song
[Steve]Fuck you
[Steve]Get the fuck outta here
[Eminem]Okay, okay, shit


[Chorus: Eminem]
I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no)
I don't need no education (education)
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna save the nation
Daddy NO
I just wanna live my life (I don't need no)
Everyday a celebration (self-control)
One day I'ma leave this world
I'm waiting for the revelation

I wanna kill myself
I'm still debating
In front of a Baptist Church masturbating
Praying to Satan
Think I'm crazy cuz I smoke crack
Live on B with the mac(??????)
In a two family flat
Tired of getting hit in the face with a broom
My mom's on her period
My dad's in my room
I got ten rocks and I need to get out
I snort 'em in five minutes
In my own damn house
My poor grandmother
God bless her soul
The bitch got AIDS
She was waiting to die of a cold
There's three things to keep me from being a Nazi
I'm black, a fag, and my dad's Liberace

[Kon Artis]
No matter how bad the beating
I went to school cheating
My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meeting
Skipping school, I had to have nuts just to do it
Gat born and became truant
When I had the gaul to go
I just get into it
I was lured into corners by this peer pressure shit
How would you feel if you was held
By the tip of a barrell
Getting threatened to get your skin
Ripped to bone marrow
Bet suburban kids
Never got rushed for their apparell like me
Last to class
First to leave
When the teacher called on me
Best believe
I had something up my sleeve

I been raised and labeled as crazed
My mother wasn't able to raise me
Full of crazy rage
An angry teenager
Nothing could change me back
Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac
I was boosting
So influenced by music
I used it as an excuse to do shit
Ooh I was stupid
No one could tell me nothing
Hip hop overwhelmed me
To the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm
It was like isolating myself was healthy
It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy
Compelled me to excel when school had failed me
Expelled me
And when the principal would tell me I was nothing
And I wouldn't amount to shit
I made my first million and counted it
Now look it
A fucking drop out that quit
Stupid as shit
Rich as fuck
And proud of it
Thats why...

I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no)
I don't need no education (education)
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna save the nation
Daddy NO
I just wanna live my life (I don't need no)
Everyday a celebration (self-control)
One day I'ma leave this world
I'm waiting for the revelation

I was raised with a rifle and mask
Steadily beating my psychiatrist's ass
Just for asking about my past
I was never on that trunk shit (???)
Fucking around could get your beloved abducted
Smothered in blood quick
You couldn't pay Swift to give a fuck
Crazy like my father
It must have been poison in that nigga's nutt
Far as probation
Fuck peeing in cups
I violate it anytime
Let 'em see the blunt
I grew up steadily masturbating inside a cell
Young as hell
Having conversations with myself
You could tell I wasn't leniant
A disobedient lynch (????)
I slap teachers
Bitch I'm not reading it
You don't know what dogs go through
A little nigga sipping 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 curfew

My family ignores me and I don't like that
They don't even listen when I tell 'em
I'll be right back
This nice beautiful house of mine
It don't mean shit
Cuz you know Daddy's a drunk
And he don't clean shit
And yesterday he hit me like a grown fucking man
I couldn't stand up to him
I just ducked and ran
I'm sick of this
I wish on Christmas
That I can get a loaded four fifth
And put a fucking end to this
I got no friends and I can't get a bitch
Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips
Nothing to smile about
I'm about to lose my mind
Got me an automatic nine
Now I'm wildin' out

when schools over
Pupil or people to shoot through
Kids going cuckoo
With a two-two
Since my friend is this new dude
In his high school
Losing his noodle
Learning people don't like you
The football jocks is
Spitting on him
Pop all the kids in school that's now picking on him
Burn out youngsta niggas now hitting on him
And his teacher in his English class keep flipping on him
And now he's grounded with no allowances
For drinking forty ouncers
Cuz he was caught by his councellers
And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?
Already got expelled for wearing a trenchcoat
All I ever seen is
(Violence, violence)
Told me to deep silence
Stop batting my eyelids
It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all
That's why I blow out my brains
And swear it's raw

[Chorus: Eminem]
I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no)
I don't need no education (education)
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna save the nation
Daddy NO
I just wanna live my life (I don't need no)
Everyday a celebration (self-control)
One day I'ma leave this world
I'm waiting for the revelation

Girls (bonus track)


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