歌手:D12
专辑:《Devil's Night (Expanded Edition)》

作词 : Denaun Porter/Von Carlisle/Rufus Johnson/Marshall Mathers/Ondre Moore/Jeff Bass
作曲 : Denaun Porter/Von Carlisle/Rufus Johnson/Marshall Mathers/Ondre Moore/Jeff Bass
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fvxkin' with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fvxk
(What, what?) Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?
Where the fvxk you think he started at holmes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talkin' is a risk you take
Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break
Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect bank from every weed spot like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone to hit anythin' at any given night
Fvxk leavin' my roots
I'm still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut
Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a coach purse screamin' his throat hurts
On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street
I speed on my Dad's name on my axs cheek
Give me your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
Got you doin' more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anyone else who wanna get fvxked, 'cause (Yeah, b1xch, oh, sx1t!)
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fvxkin' with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fvxk
We interrupt your little world of perfectness
To bring you the sx1t to murder conservatives with
To curse and diss, with verses so merciless
These words can just fvxk up your high worse than this
I've killed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherfvxkin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I've concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back
Like hamburgers without any top buns
So many daxn murders I can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the fvxk they're called, I just grab them
12-gauge dumps in a drvg-fueled rage, fvxk age
Still goin' through my "fvxk-you" stage
I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'ma never grow up
B1xch, I ain't gon' ever get old
I'll be sittin' here with a cane and a beard
Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah
So until I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle
I'ma drop a daxn single every goddaxn week, people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
Kids
Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
The outcome's hot, once split your brain in three
Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the fvxk you lookin' at?"
And invite the hook to scrap
I gave my life to God, n1xxa, then I took it back
Move it black, this fvxkin' gat'll leave your cookie cracked
Detroit's derelict arrogant terrorist, straight on you aerospit
Spit at various people to leave you with a body to get buried with
Every hit was serious, n1xxas wanna know how murderous the Dirty Harry is
When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust
'Cause
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fvxkin' with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fvxk
When they run into Swift they change directions
My sx1t so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon' fear it
I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit
Give up the carats or see the nine
Fvxkin' with mine is like Farakhan chewin' up swine, on Christmas
With a white trailer b1xch on his arm, chillin' in Europe
Havin' dinner with a Uncle Tom
I attack killin', fvxkin' hoes like Matt Dillon
Stackin' obituaries higher than Michael Jackson's ceiling
I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in
Crack you with a fifth of gin
You got your men, but they all wearin' skirts like them n1xxas from Scotland
You hoes are not grim
Don't make me have to stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens
I'm the one they call in to torture ya
Smackin' your b1xch and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia
Kuniva's the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life
Usually followed by sirens and lights
Get your throat cut by this tyrant's knife, from high as a kite
And my get-a-way driver's drivin' right
Fvxkin' with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs
Wrap around n1xxas like Camabons, you know I ain't nothin' to play with
Thinkin' you real like The Matrix, fvxkin' with n1xxas drippin' off self-hatred
I'm on some live sx1t, rappers be on some "Ready To Die" sx1t
'Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, fvxk heaters
I'll knock you out instead of shootin'
I hit hard, break yo' fvxkin' jaw like Resolution
Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brother's classroom smoked
And the substitue gagged and choked
N1xxa
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fvxkin' with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fvxk
D12, June 19th
Do 'shrooms like me, haha
Get ready for it
Trouble soon, baby
You know it
Tell your mama and your sister too
'Cause we fvxkin' 'em (Hahahaha)