D12's is wacks..they aint real rappers//
fuck spittin...i'll make em eat slugs like playin fear factor..//(uh)
im the best ya know...the rest will flow..//
leave bizzares chest wit holes the size of breakfast bowls...//
dont test the H-O-M-I-E-S...//
this dumb nigga only passin H-I-V tests//
the fagget walkin round wit A-I-D-S...//
fukkin wit Neek u bess not buy cheap vests..//
fuck it...the kid went from audio to text..//
my gun lead to heart murmurs and cardiac arrest..//
dum dums...heat...hard armor...from cadillac to Lexus..//
Bizarre bullets only lead to cadaracs or less...
from his back up to his chest...//
from his ass up to his neck...//
im strappin to some tecks that'll blast you wit respect...MUTHFUCKA