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[Gun followed by screaming]

Pow-pow! off the corral
Now, the dirtiest vet from the mile
Is without the techs and six shooter
Body bullet polluter, intruder
Now who the, fuck wanna with the diseased, that's dis-eased
I got a bitch named trigger, my main-squeeze make your brain

Dirty D is dope cane

Remained eased, chill status with no pause
Hot to your carriages, turn your dome to coleslaw
My only thought is before my arrival
I'm out on niggas like I'm 5-0
Smack 'em up like a pack of fly hoes
Any opportunity to mangle I never up
Fucking your clique broom sticks - face down, ass up
Dirty Dozen packing the to turn your chest red
With our in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said

Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a near you is Dirty Dozen
like a stank, slut bitch with 30 husbands
When I was 5 I was fuckin'
And X-rated cassettes in Teddy Ruxpin
I used to walk up and down the block
Locked in youth homes at 6 glocks bussin'
I up with not ballers, who got dollars
Shot callers with and Rotwillers

By any necessary I'm on a killing spree
It's the devil in me, intoxicated with Hennessy
Beware life ain't fair and I care
Cher braids my hair while her are in day-care
Two and I'm out for lunch
Your whore I'm here "Sugar pie, honey bunch"
This Bizarre kid, that the answer
You're more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat fucking cancer

Here's your chance to
Get in your I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to
Get in your stance shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off cowboy pants
Here's your chance to
Get in your I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

Back the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle
LSD, working on Lou Roths new single
Who's the big guy who's quick Sugar Ray
Fuck Calgon bitch, Bizarre might you away
Give up the pussy I know you a freak
?? in a week, my kids got to eat
Date anorexic girls in my beat-up car
(Hold up Bizarre, you that shit too far!!!)
but I can't stop cause my brains ain't

Bust a nut then drop bitch in Lake St. Clair
Your mistakes ain't rare, your rap style
You rap like a bitch plus I can't stand your
Bitch you suck, you whack as fuck, eat a
You need a brick upside your dome, we be the
Runnin' you in carloads
Leaving you smashed on tar roads, flat line like barcodes

Put up your guard hoes, I'm heat the way we speak
Not even Nike could cover amazing feats
rappers eternally, internally and externally
For half stepping one-legged fraternities
Quickdraw McGraw, AKA
Putting inside you, leaving holes that I see right through
For obstructing my view, my art of attack
Is slugs through your chest, blow your heart out your back
Making sure you get fed, a whole lot of led
And you over the Ambassador Bridge and scream "Drop Dead!"

Largely, I'm out to equations, without a tax-evasion
Make say "That's amazing," all the same like black and Asian
My pack evasion, attack a stage and you like a Cadillac,
I wish your fleet try to battle rap,
Or make a man bleed, like a cattle stampede
Front and co-sign my hands
Think to Recognize Sam Sneed
My ?? dispose ya, ya, another classic closure
The death-master out to ya
My team runs shit, from from the D E side, to last ya
Past the, norm, my crew swarm, the children of the corn
D 'till infinity, now bring it on

Here's your to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your pants
Here's your to advance
Get in stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your pants
Here's chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your pants