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[IQ] Your fakeness is atrocious post is deep in your hypnosis then focus roll this and smoke this like L's of that bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells a hiphop refugee like Praswell Travelin citys pimpin babblin biddys game trump tight and solidified comupterized to get rid of spies know what I do to guys shootin and spittin lies I'm banished in exisdence vanishin any instences brandishin sentences proovin repentences the only way to see me, dont miss these me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves never _my bitch please but keep smokin my system, roll blunts it's all tight on an off night SongtexteI still smoke like exaust pipes and bust a universal flow and blow your wig back like niggas with toupe's drivin a convertable and further more I run the board your shit is played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce back with a bungee cord [Chorus] Bring your boys in we can bring the noise in YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN [repeat 4 times] [Bizarre] My crew is like a maze put fear like ex-slaves who wanna step to this microphone and think that they brave dozen always startin the fuckin beef I don't care if your from Kansas I'm killin the fuckin chief back the fuck up I'm releasin my dumb-dumbs tell your whore stop pagin me 9 1 1 I'm the star that they call Bizarre smokin blunts with Mel Far (??) in my brand new car _wanna see me even if I was in Arizona I'd still request iced tea Bizarre don't give a shit about you on top of the mountain ain't nothin your bitch-ass crew can do sick emcee that they call Peter treat your crew like an unexpected meter reader fuckin more shit than Howard Corsell Butt-fuckin Jassabells in nasty hotels [Chorus] [Proof] How you think your crew sound compared to this it's the team that your entire clique scared to diss demandin attention when the glock sound y'all niggas to be murdered like Jeffery Daumer on lock down I'm brown like Bobby, pullin hoe's like whitney Take your title, kill your moms so you won't forget me lips sealed nigga I might blow important plots whoever fronts is gettin done like Micheal Jordan's pops sure I'm number one translator my fame dirty D y'all niggas gettin hung like this was 1933 got word of me now flee cause you don't got a chance death is 3 easy steps so now we gotta dance so look away dont play with the style master I love killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture lyrically I'm sick, ill everything but sober my nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked over [Eminem] Dirty Dozen is the clique so I ran over and lit cha ripped the ass right out ya pants like a Dovermin Pincha like the cobra and ninja my intentions to injure and prevent ya from enterin from the edge of my center or get your muthafuckin pants split at the creases fuckin you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases my duty is to keep a strange abard (??) I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard and this ain't the yard Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger droppin your whole clique with one finger til none linger beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of Great Danes chargin like freight trains through the great plains [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania