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[Gun followed by screaming]

Pow-pow! off the corral
Now, the street vet from the mile
Is vexed the techs and six shooter
Body bullet polluter, perverted
Now who the, fuck wanna with the diseased, that's dis-eased
I got a bitch named trigger, my main-squeeze will make your

Dirty D is dope cane

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

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

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

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

Back the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle
Smoking LSD, on Lou Roths new single
Who's the big guy who's like Sugar Ray
Fuck Calgon bitch, might take you away
Give up the pussy I know you a freak
?? in a week, cause my got to eat
Date raping anorexic girls in my car
(Hold up Bizarre, you taking that too far!!!)
but I can't cause my brains ain't there

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

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

Largely, I'm out to equations, without a tax-evasion
moms say "That's amazing," all the same like black and Asian
My pack evasion, attack a and you blush like a Cadillac,
I wish fleet would try to battle rap,
Or make a man bleed, a cattle pack stampede
Front and co-sign my hands
to Recognize like Sam Sneed
My ?? ya, froze ya, another classic closure
The death-master out to ya
My team runs shit, from the D E side, down to last ya
Past the, norm, my crew swarm, the children of the corn
Dirty D 'till infinity, now it on

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