[Intro]
*Ha* We live this shit *Ha, Ha*
[Verse 1: Proof & Kon Artis]
I'm ’bout as crazy as Mike Tyson is
A fallen [?] from out the raspers that bounce twice and live
Rollin' (rollin) blindfolded on the Eisenbridge
And doin' driveby’s on [Censored]
For police, fights and pigs(?)
Split that [?] bitch for [?]
Tell Shyne that n***a ain't as nice as B.I.G
And I'mma jab at his [?] like some spicy ribs (In his mouth!)
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Well it's you true [?] man
This is yo' last chance to test yo'self
You get dumped in a trashcan
Bitch, hide your dope (Uh-huh)
I'll be lurkin' like second hand smoke
I’m snatchin’ throats as soon as I find that rope
You get drugged like that n***a from Texas
Twelve noon in thе subdivision
In the back of a tilted Lexus (N***a!)
So you can gеt this message
Bitches wouldn't listen
See I shitted on that cop when the n***a caught me pissen
[Verse 3: Kon Artis]
Yo, yo, you came to brawl with me?
N***a please work on yo six pack
Started off singing and personally you should switch back
Or get hit with a brick in your back
Find your buddy jabbed, cut up in the back of my Pontiac in a nap-sack
Denaun don’t be bullshittin' with y'all
I hang with felons and all I gotta make is a call (B-r-r-r-ing!)
They [?] withdrawal
Blast from a n***a with guns
Watch [?] crawl and hide the body behind the drywalls
[Verse 4: Kuniva & Kon Artis]
I'm a walkin timebomb
With a destructive radius
Packin’ guns with nuclear-tipped bullets at stadiums
Streetsmart, runnin you over with shopping carts
Coppin darts, fill em up with ammonia and started off
I'ma said it, clickin' off more shots than diabetics (Blow! Blow!)
Even shootin' the paramedic for bein' sympathetic (I bring acid!(?))
Known for wreckless drivin' and car-crashin (Ayo we bad shit!)
Take your momma's car without asking
[Chorus: Bugz, Bizarre, & Kon Artis]
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit
DIRTY DIRTY DOZEN!! we live this shit (We live this shit!)
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit (N***a, we live this shit!)
DIRTY DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit (Bitch please listen!)
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit (I said listen!)
[Verse 5: Bizarre, Kon Artis, Both]
Let me begin
What? Where? Why? When? When? (What?)
Bizarre fuck around and blast you and your friends (Get down!)
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda lyrical (Uh-huh)
If you live past twelve, it'll be a miracle!
N***as wanna diss me in they fuckin wack rhymes (Shut up!)
We spy back, your mother's dead by lunchtime (I'm serious!)
Ask the last rapper who tried to diss me
You won't be able to cause his fuckin life is history ([?] is dead!)
Better bring your army if you plan on gettin me (Uh-huh)
They takin' shit of [?] (Yo!)
[Verse 6: Kon Artis]
Ayo, I'm known for drivin' drunk boppin' my head with a [?]
Hittin' pedestrians and fuckin' hoes till they pass out
My idea of a romantic evening is day rape
[?] on the run for police hoppin' out of your momma's fire-escape
Its ten stories high
Land on a limo
Kill the chauffer then skirt off pumpin' my new demo
My life's on lease (Uh-huh!)
Get a piece of your grandniece and tell her my real name's Reece
[Verse 7: Kuniva]
I throw a forty on the governor's grass
Cover yo ass
You trapped!
Quick to get out of line 'cause I be drunk writtin' raps
Ain't no punks fighting back
I get high in crack [?]
Vou see a n***a up in Singapore [?] him
Throwin' grenades inside of stadiums
Smack yo lady and then advice you n***as aching we Brigadin' 'em
You can call the national guards BITCH I'm payin' 'em
Blast yo squad then I'ma get the fuck away from them
I ain't got shit to say to them but get the dick
Quick to fuck police officers' wives with nightsticks, motherfucker!
[Chrous: Bugz, Bizarre, & Kon Artis]
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit (I said we live this shit!)
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit (I said we live this shit!)
DIRTY DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit (N***a, we live this shit!)
DIRTY DOZEN! we live this shit (Bitch, we live this shit!)
[Verse 8: Kuniva & Kon Artis]
Ayo I slit throats
Walk in a diner and order French toast
Take a flight to Littleton (Bitch gimme back my trenchcoat!)
I strike back, don't even ask for this mic back
You better of askin' Deebo for your bike back
You make the era of inviting n***as who like fighting n***as
Like Mike Tyson, the murderous trife titan(?)
I make a statement, rippin' your truck up on your pavement
Lookin' for something hark enough to hit you in your face with
[Verse 9: Proof, Kon Artis, & Both ]
And then I grab you by your neck
And [?] my bullet loose
Trapped in a soundproof and wrapped in bulletproof
Holdin 380's to naked twin babies!
Dirty Dozen the reason y'all don't fuck with Slim Shady!
Receive more hits than a baseball stadium
Run up on the Temptations and waste all eight of 'em (Every last one!)
We can battle with yo' command
Snatch the spine out your back and make you fold like a bad poker hand! (Oh God!)
[Verse 10: Bizarre & Kon Artis]
All you big n***as
I like that [?]
I'm to old to be wrestlin'
And fucking up my clothes
Now you all alone, on the ground by yourself
While your boy yells (Hey somebody get some help!)
Fuck your truce, ain't no apologies
I shoot so much I got funeral homes following me
[Outro: Kon Artis]
Ya that's right!
Ya! Ya!
And while your talking all that
We live this shit!
You motherfuckers ain't doing shit!
I'm telling you right now!
D12!
