boy from the Eastside Where nothing's a crime no roots to a bye-bye Tired of motherfuckers spitting nothing but drama rhymes Flapping his lips, and ain't never squeezed
no legs Plus you all booty like Jennifer Lopez D-12 in a _, work these Scratch the skin off your back like fur theives Grab your throught like a nurse squeeze
a mayback, I pull da back seats to da rolls. Fuck a GT, I pull up in a CLS. The guts soft like muh female breats. Is it a D-12? Yes. I cop da un-copable
settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself I see you D-12
chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands Somethin
settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself I see you D-12