D12
Rap Game (Bump Heads)
[Intro: Eminem, DJ Butter & Bizarre]
I am not a gay basher (bash faggots)
Shit happens y'all
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nice to five you'll ever have
You can't remember shit in no history book
You ready to rap motherfucker?
You ready to sell your soul?
Ha, ha, ha, ha
The rap game will fuck you

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
I'm a disrupted n***a, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Behavin' shadier the Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin' a n***a down daily
You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast
I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll will get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it
What happens, these dudes get rude, then I lose it
I m scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's bigger then Godzilla's back, n***a
You are not realer, in fact you'll feel the effects
Of a crack dealer, y'all president since we smacked
And got a Mac-10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
'Cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I'm a get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the White House is wiped out
When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype had died down
That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
I'm all for America, fuck the government
Tell that seed Deloris, tell the slut to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? Son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit's like a samurai sword and since he
Shit just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that utslay itchbay
Ucksay my icknay, 'scuse my igpay atinlay
But uckfay, it pays

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin you, no, it ain't happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game
[Verse 3: Kon Artis]
I bet ya lovin me (??), drink and drown in my own iniquity
But fuck that, I m gonna rap till y all get sick of me
And clutch my last sack, it s been all who big on me
I'm pickin a rot mix, fuck the dog who single me
I m saying you motherfuckers, don't know ith, who playin'
If I m broke, then I m brakin open the place where you layin'
You know, same she every n***a done in his life
I livin this why (??), speak long (??), what I blow when I write
So why, should i, ever fear another man, if he bleed like I bleed
Take a piss when he stand, ok you win, you can say we can't rap
But no shots (??), never me (??), you never (??), and I don t wanna (??)
When they say it was wack...

[Verse 4: Kuniva]
I walk in the party and just start bustin
Right after I hear the last of self destruction
This liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome
To let you know that time without morse dangerom (??), (n***a)
I low down and shifty, quickly call swifty
To do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty
You feelin lucky squeeze, I catch you outside of chucky cheese
With you see (??) who be unlucky g, my lifestyle is unstable
A partyin addict, they said no fightin in the club
So I brought me a matic, coughin the static
I jump n***a's call me a rabbit
Pop in the tavern and guns are so just irratic...
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Believe me, we run this rap shit forchezy
Make makin millions look easy
Everywhere you turn you see me
You hear me
Believe me, you see my pistol and three dead
No time to call the peace treaty
Dial 911 cause you need the...,
Police to help you, believe me

[Verse 5: Proof]
I haft to tunnel from the side walk and piss on the curve
This is obserde, these street n***a s twistin my words
We finally could say goodbye to hollywood
Cause boots and shine pants, is nothin in commin
The nasty been with gasoline cans (??)
We never bow down to be a flashin a pig (??)
No one must, fuck this statue dawg
Nothin to do with hands when I clap with yall
Put your job on the ground (??), then the dog in the pound (??)
Then I m goin out of town, for the law come around
So we can battle with raps, we can battle gats
Matter a fact we can battle with placks

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
This rap game

[Verse 6: Bizarre]
I m too fuckin retarted, I don t give a fuck about my dick
Thats why I m date in raymond bobbet
My crew had a arguement who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
Plus I made the beat to all the raps
Well I really didn't but I did according to this contract
I was thrown in the snow with no where to go
Freezin 20 below forced to join, bail shit, then blow (??)
My little girl, she should nt listen to these lyrics
Thats why I glued here headphones to her ears
To make sure she hear it
If rap don't work I m startin a group with garth brooks
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
This ain't the hook... (??)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin you, no, it ain't happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game