[Swift]
My .44 be giving liposuctions, I blow a hole through your stomach
Open it up you'll be spilling your own guts
I'm a mad man, a walking trash can
You get beat with my bear hands, fuck a last chance
A mac milly to smack you silly
The epitome of what really can be the definition of misery
I'm never missing I'm hitting it, I murder mittiney
Curves thumping and puncturing kidneys
And put a n***a on "Ripley's", bitches I ain't working
I'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (n***a)
And what a n***a need is a millimeter to eat
Have them kissing a millipeed or in the street

[Bizarre]
In a fight, I'm first to throw a brick
First to load the clip, first to talk shit
But the last one to split, when the shit get thick
Stupid bitch, get hit with the 4.5th
I'm a ex con who fought in Vietnam
Every night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh shit)
My dick so many places, all I do is laugh
Big hoes, fat hoes, even baby giraffes
I'm On "Fear Factor", eating worms and broccoli
Tomato, Mustard, mixed with Guatamali
Started a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack"
I DJ and scratch while he smoke crack

[Hook: Kon Artis]
Now who want it with (us), please don't forget (that)
If you don't give it up, we taking it
Cuz we don't want yall to get it twisted at all
D12 don't give a fuck about nuthin' at all
Now who fucking with (us), please don't forget (that)
If you don't give it up, we taking it back
And we don't want yall to get it twisted at all
D12 don't give a fuck about nuthin' at all

[Kuniva]
I'm sure your momma told you, n***a that drugs kill (yeah)
If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs will
Now everybody saying they real and they hug steal (for real)
Till they find them laying dead in this tub with blood spilled
All over the floor, carpet to wall, I'm talking to y'all
You can call your peoples, my n***a, I'm sparking them all
Barking at dogs that's biting for real, starving and fighting for meal
Bizarre got Vicodin pills
Swift And Denaun ain't likely to chill they hot headed
You a bitch, yeah, I said it
I bet if god let it happen then it's over
Kuniva's out of his will (yeah)
I just shot up his crib and Knocked the snot outta his kids

[Kon Artis]
Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to the next life
You in the way and you subject to be one with this knife
I clear up a bitches sight, straight Lasik surgery
Yall run to emergency with an aching urgency
Yeah I'm nice, courtesily escort you to the infirmary
7 mile, Runyon ave, till they straight up bury me
You expect us to believe that you scrap and the it cost
When you pull out a .44 dog, you lost
And ain't talking bout a dog you loss
I'm talking about a fucking puppy when I'm saying bout a doggy loss
I scatter cries when I'm hauling off
Mozzel tov a n***a across his head with a bottle of Scotch

[Hook]

[Proof]
Who ever said scrapping isn't a sport, got me and bizzy in court
Shadowboxing an invisible assault
Proof gon' give it to you raw like O.D.B
Homey please, who better than D-tweeze and Obie T? (Shady)
Phony Gs walking and talking, Never cocking a cock gun
Macauly Caulkin, actors we dropping your coffins
When my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. list Tatted
So long from your neck to your ass cheek
And actually when murderers wrote my Glock weeded
Your life is like fat people legs, it's not needed
See how high P is, steaming in the snow like how P is
D12 we got this bi-atch

[Hook]