[Intro- Yea Detroit mother DJ Lantern (the evil genious) D12 We aint goin no We still crack nigga Let um
[Chorus - Bitch talkin Keep on popin off with them because, we aint stoppin We got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin Keep on poppin shit you poppin Cause we aint stoppin you aint stoppin us We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep ON
[Verse 1 - Yo the is back Im blazin while they up in the Sheraton last I even sold my crack You niggas is bitch up im bearin the facts I pussy wit all my heart but i married the gats And nigga im top so dont play wit me Ill blow your all over your baby seat and all be hit Peers and all masuberg take your back, liver ribs and all Kuniva the street talker, heat the beef starter Packin guns when im sleep (Bitch talkin) Throwin fire bombs down chimney While you at wendys Im in your bushes the semi wit the hands Never bow to another man I was poppin guns while you was still poppin rubber bands your clan Sever your hands and your Mail your your heart and send your mother ya head
2 - Swifty] Im the only one your let touch her Type of that will fuck your mother a fishnet rubber A belligerent and rowdy fucker That'll dump body and still fly away to maui on the ?? When it to beefin It no explainin Ill your language wit a stainless Im contained wit a anguish to leave your Im a deranged pit yall lift an AK to pinch ya wit Niggas dont say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin by im at ya, cause i can You get like pop cans I be shootin 7up in your man Im to sell your mama bud, and lace it So she fire it up she coughin blood I to see um wasted Im made to behave in this You try to be in this rage and your legs will be replaced
[Chorus - Bitch talkin on popin off with them jaws because We aint We aint got to prove shit to yall so all can lick the balls and keep walkin Keep on poppin shit you poppin we aint stoppin 'cause you aint stoppin us We got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin ON
[Verse 3 - I aint her to about Benzino or Ja Rule Im here to talk about lil Ray Ray and do i aint gonna mention it He sue Next week this be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive) The time i had sex.. a derty mattress No condom.. my grandmother.. over backwards Bizarre fuckin raw all summer Lets make a trade, my wife for your Sike, im not Im an intelectual, transexual, one (one nut) And i aint sayin cause it rhyme I got cancer, im diein
[Verse 4 - Rest in peace Jam Jay And BIG Im the best Guy in the Blow ya heart out ya And ya out ya vest Leave ya body a mess bloody as hell Study my trail i cut and me A druggy on nutty as well Which such like buddy or in jail Still for hell The rebels the wrong guy Now get ya lungs heart you full of like sponge bob We can set from your front door to your CEO office Got the key to your To pee on you Great me wit offers we over Or get white mixed wit bakin soda Ya me
[Outro - Fuckin crack And this is just mix shit you fuckin morons This aint brains over is bullys over fuckin pussies Haha come on
- Eminem]
Bitch talkin Keep on popin off with them jaws We aint We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and walkin Keep on poppin that shit you Cause we aint stoppin 'cause you stoppin us We aint got to prove shit to so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin