歌手:D12
专辑:《The Underground EP》

(Check it out.. ah, haha)
Aww, yeah! This is my **** fo' real
(Ahhhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-RAHHH!)
It's gonna be off the hook! (That was ****, that's right)
Peep this out (Dirty Doezn)
Kon Artis *****, yo yo
[Kon Artis]The Kon Artis - born liar; lie to your pops and moms
Tell 'em I'm a good kid, Catholic raised
Knowin I went to public school and ******s I blazed
Even **** when I got ahold too and YEAH ***** I did do it
Steal cars I've been through it - done that
Play buddy buddy and rob ya like ***** run that; bum cat
And bone hood rats - 'til they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty *****, make YOU believe that I'm a classy *****
But I'm far from that, average Joe that you know
Use people for shields at shootouts that I started, cold-hearted
Runnin reckless, peep out your shorty 'til my neck twistin
An infectionist, poisonous bug we all drugged
Showed your daddy love or slugs; could have tortured him
Told me that he didn't wanna die, we still forced him
Thought his peeps had his back, when we brawled they fled
Now he layin dead with his chicked head like Dodi Fayed
Come to battle us with yo' heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your fans been had, bamboozled, run 'em up
But you loosing credibility the minute Dozen'll up
So **** that stank ***** with the saggy-ass titties
And **** all the *****s that don't represent our city
And **** 'JLB, they don't play none of my ****
**** all them *****s that be suckin our ****s
[Kuniva]I'm sicker than tuburculosis; pack a cannon with a focus
That's killin all the players and the coaches
Embarass you in front of company like dirty roaches
Approach this and get served - the situation, hopeless
Quote this - jot it down cause Kuniva wrote this
The wild animal rhyme culprit, ferocious
Closes, ***** walkin behind you with a dosage
Of terrifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers
The Grim Reaper dipped in all black like Folgers
Packin four heaters and carryin five holsters
Suppose if, I was to let you put up all your posters
Let everybody think you was the ****st (HELL NAW!)
I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra, box you up and sold ya
Take you underwater and hold you until it's over
I told you once you dumb dummies with a blunt
That be pullin off the **** fiend stunt-of-the-month
Get yo' ass kicked quicker then punts, I'm sick of you punks
**** it back now I'm upset, yo' *****'s next
I'm blowin smoke outta ya chest when it connects
Creepin like insects then ridin with ten Tecs
Ahh **** any DJ that don't play Bizarre's ****
**** your sister I don't like her she don't suck ****
Ahh **** that ***** that talked **** to my crew
And yo **** all y'all *****s that say, "I don't like you!"
[Bugz]I'm a brand named guy who loves to stay high
Got a ten inch **** and the gun the same size
A ***** named ***** who's thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck **** and get hit by eight guys
It's Bugz ***** - who the **** you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with drunken thug too ****** numb to feel the buzz
Unnnggggghhhh - yeah, y'all *****s know the image
No gimmicks, no timids, no manners, and No Limits
This time, *****, I'm goin all out
Whippin the fo' out, like get the dough out, YEAH!
I miss crime - sick individual, ask my peers in middle school
If you walk my way home gettin robbed is like a ritual
Lyrical giant, tyrant who lies habitual
Just to get you to do what I want; yeah, and ***** you will
Sit you still, tie you up, begin to ill
And swoll your ****** face up with some **** that you can feel
Okay **** all you *****s that say Dirty Dozen's dead
****** yo' new wife in yo' brand new bed
Yo **** yo' chickenhead, she suck **** anyway
And **** anybody that say crime don't pay
[Proof]Heard enough garbage, to make a Glad bust
Ad-just my Magnum; beef I had enough
Snuff the sweetest MC in this camp tribe rivalry
To be as live as me keep 'em quiet like a library (SHHHH!)
My rhymes are virgin tight and un-****-with-able
You find the mic suckable..
Without chicked pox untouchable - peep my adjusted
Ain't to be tested, touch the globe whip through yo' domestic
Majestic warrior the rap to win, apprehend
And slap a chin of the aggressor, think that they fresher
Wanted conquest holdin down the one-sided contest
That explosive rappin ***** the fans wear a bomb vest