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[Gun followed by screaming]

Pow-pow! Straight off the
Now, the street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the and six shooter
Body bullet polluter, intruder
Now who the, fuck wanna with the diseased, that's dis-eased
I got a bitch named trigger, my will make your brain

Dirty D is dope cane

Remained eased, maintain status with no pause
Hot slugs to your carriages, turn dome to coleslaw
My only thought is survival my arrival
I'm jumping out on niggas I'm 5-0
Smack 'em up a pack of trifling fly hoes
Any to mangle I never pass up
your clique with broom sticks - face down, ass up
Dirty packing the shit to turn your chest red
With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just

Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a block you is Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a stank, slut bitch with 30
I was 5 I was already fuckin'
And X-rated cassettes in Teddy Ruxpin
I used to walk up and down the block
Locked in youth homes at 6 with bussin'
I up with not ballers, who got dollars
Shot with guns and Rotwillers

By any necessary I'm on a killing spree
It's the devil in me, intoxicated brown Hennessy
Beware ain't fair and I don't care
Cher braids my hair while her kids are in
Two blunts and I'm out for
Your whore said I'm here "Sugar pie, bunch"
This Bizarre kid, that the answer
You're more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat with cancer

Here's your chance to
Get in stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to
Get in your stance I'll shot the off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off cowboy pants
Here's chance to advance
Get in your I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

Back from the studio boy, I don't wanna
LSD, working on Lou Roths new single
Who's the big guy who's quick Sugar Ray
Calgon bitch, Bizarre might take you away
Give up the pussy I know you a freak
?? in a week, my kids got to eat
Date raping anorexic in my beat-up car
(Hold up Bizarre, you that shit too far!!!)
but I can't stop my brains ain't there

Bust a nut then drop that bitch in St. Clair
Your mistakes ain't rare, your rap style
You rap like a bitch plus I stand your voice
Bitch you suck, you whack as fuck, eat a
You need a brick upside dome, we be the clique
you down in carloads
Leaving you smashed down on tar roads, flat line barcodes

Put up guard hoes, I'm blazing heat the way we speak
Not Nike could cover these amazing feats
rappers eternally, internally and externally
For half stepping like fraternities
Quickdraw McGraw, AKA
Putting something you, leaving holes that I see right through
For obstructing my view, my art of attack
Is slugs through your chest, that'll blow your out your back
Making sure you get fed, with a lot of led
And throw you over the Bridge and scream "Drop Dead!"

Largely, I'm out to stack equations, a tax-evasion
Make moms say "That's amazing," all the like black and Asian
My pack evasion, a stage and you blush like a Cadillac,
I wish your fleet would try to rap,
Or make a man bleed, like a cattle pack
and co-sign my hands leave
Think to Recognize Sam Sneed
My ?? dispose ya, froze ya, another closure
The out to blast ya
My team runs shit, from the D E side, down to last ya
Past the, norm, my swarm, molest the children of the corn
D 'till infinity, now bring it on

Here's your to advance
Get in your I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to
Get in your stance I'll the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off cowboy pants
your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your pants