[Intro: Bizarre, Proof & Kuniva, DJ Salam Wreck]
*Gunshot* D12 exclusive!
Yo! Brand new shit!
D-Twizzie, c'mon!
Gangsta...
We in the Pyrex
Gangsta, Amityville
[?] We've been [?], big fella
(Watch my tits) [?] What up [?]? Hahaha!
Guess who's back?

[Verse 1: Bizarre]
It's Bizarre, the local rap star
Jump from my old last car
Snatch n***as like [Speedy?] Gonzales
Tech-9 has been jumping, higher than Ben Wallace
Bizarre stay hot, 7 Mile and Stout, [?]
Your son was heading to Grambling University, said D12 was wack now he in hospital in surgery (N***a)
Who dissin' D12? Who said Bizarre can't bust?
Yeah, "bus", right in front of the fuckin' lodge
Who you dissin'? Come up missin'
My alibi? Me and the outdoors man was fishin'
We can bring guns, or a fistfight
Watch me bring more boys than Murray–Wright
Don't let that purple pill shit fool ya
'Cause these wild-ass 7 Mile n***as'll straight do ya
[Chorus: Bizarre, Proof & Kuniva]
Just don't fuck wit' us, we gon' fuck wit' you! (Yeah, we gon' fuck wit' you)
Try to shit on us, we gon' shit on you! (Yeah, nig, ya heard the song)
So close your mouth, watch what you say (Be the fuck quiet, n***a)
'Cause we bashin' n***a [?]! (We glad, dawgs)

[Verse 2: Proof]
D12, yo, faggots!
You shit [?] when I hit [?]
What you deepthroatin' is a 50-cal
Listen pal!
[?] [drain?] your health
Dress you [on?] blue and red
Hand you a gun and make you bang yourself
Fuck a salad, [?] on a [violent tip?]
Stick a potato on a barrel while blasting [silent?] [?]
[Buy the wood, just?] walk the plank of a pirate ship
[?] "BIATCH!" like a [highened pimp?]
The shit I invented is black [?], never act [?]
Get you invite to your own slap party
[Rip?] your face off like Hannibal Lector
And watch your body flop like Canibus records (Bitch!)
[?] [kept/ship to our life in a genre/jar?] and call it rap
[Put hoes/holes in a list to all the?] [?] [fat?] (D12!)
I'm like AIDS and [?] [I spread/spray when it hits?]
Only [?] dead in this bitch, c'mon!
[Chorus: Bizarre, Proof & Kuniva]
Just don't fuck wit' us, we gon' fuck wit' you! (Yeah, we gon' fuck wit' you)
Try to shit on us, we gon' shit on you! (Yeah, nig, ya heard the song)
So close your mouth, watch what you say (Be the fuck quiet, n***a)
'Cause we bashin' n***a [?]! (We glad, dawgs)

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo, who wanna see how far my nuts [are hanged?]
Who wanna [pay/bang?] in a ring, with a n***a swingin' harder than Clubber Lang?
But Dozen is real dirty
You missin' the point, we jump n***as in even if they tryna join (Uuh!)
Scandalous, crazed manhandlers
Wit' your father duck-taped in the Grand Am with us
You feelin' lucky, squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese with your seed bein' unlucky Gs (What up, doe?) I'm [?]
I'm [?] [see?] so many people chalked out
Kids'll use your body's outline for hopscotch
I talked [?], so watch where you walk
'Fore your [?] gets more [?] Calico spark (Blaow!)
After it's dark, the paramedics'll park next to your body, looking for your head and your heart
That's not a threat but a promise, I'm honest
We stomp n***as and get away drivin' through the lanes like Isiah Thomas

[Chorus: Bizarre, Proof & Kuniva]
Just don't fuck wit' us, we gon' fuck wit' you! (Yeah, we gon' fuck wit' you)
Try to shit on us, we gon' shit on you! (Yeah, nig, ya heard the song)
So close your mouth, watch what you say (Be the fuck quiet, n***a)
'Cause we bashin' n***a [?]! (We glad, dawgs)
[Outro]
*Car crash* Derty Harry, c'mon, man ! What you doin'?