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[Bizarre]
Emceeeeeeees.. RUN!
Or get hit with my, verbal, gun!
This mic weighs a ton!
Dozen battles for fun..
I`ll disrespect you, and your crew
Here comes MC.. IQ!
[IQ]
Yo` fakeness is atrocious, post this, deep in yo` hypnosis
Then focus, roll this and smoke this
like L`s of that bomb-ass herb that`s guaranteed to rock bells
A hip-hop ReFugee like Prazwell; travellin cities pimpin
babblin biddies game trump tight to solidify
Computerized to get rid of spies - know what I do to guys
shootin and spittin lies? I`m banishin existance
Just vanish any instances, brandishin sentences
Provin repentence is the only way to see me, don`t miss these
Me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves
Never bammer bitch please, but keep smoke in my system
Roll blunts, it`s all tight, on a off night
I still smoke like exhaust pipes
and bust a universal flow to blow your wig back
Like niggaz with toupees, drivin a convertible
And furthermore I run the board; yo` shit is played
And the way you fell off you couldn`t bounce back with a bungee cord
[Chorus 4X: Bizarre]
Bring your boys and, we can bring the noise and
YOU DON`T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN!
[Bizarre]
My crew is like amazed, put in fear like ex-slaves
Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they BRAVE?
Dozen always startin the fuckin beef
I don`t give a fuck if you from Kansas, I`m still the fuckin +CHIEF+
Back the fuck up I`m releasin my dum-dums
Tell your whore stop pagin me, 9-1-1
I`m a star that they call Bizarre
Smokin blunts with Mel Farr in my brand new car
The nigga (?) write rhyme wanna see me
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 nuttin your bitch-ass crew can do
Sick MC that they call Peter
Treat your crew like an unexpected, meter reader
Talkin more shit than Howard Cosell
Butt-fuckin Jezebels in nasty hotels
[Chorus]
[Proof]
How you think yo` crew sound, compared to this?
It`s the team that yo` entire clique scared to diss
Demandin, attentions when the glock sound
Y`all niggaz to be murdered like Jeffery Dahmer`s on lock down
I`m Brown like Bobby, pullin hoes like Whitney
Take your title kill your moms - so you won`t forget me
Lips sealed; nigga, I might blow important plots
Whoever front is gettin done like Michael Jordan pops
Yo I`m number one translator, mic famed Dirty D
Y`all niggaz gettin hung like this was 1933
Got word of me now flee, cause you ain`t got a chance
Death is three easy steps so now we gotta dance
So look away don`t play with the style master
I love killin beef, so I kill a whole cow pasture
Lyrically I`m sick ill, everything but sober
Ny nickel-plate, pack the disc-tray
Jack and fool get fucked over - BRING IT!
[Eminem]
Dirty Dozen is the clique so walk right over and lynch ya
Rip the ass right out ya pants like a Doberman Pinscher
Like the Cobra and Ninja, my intention`s to injure
And prevent ya from enterin from an inch of my center
Or get your motherfuckin pants split at the creases
Fuckin you intellectually;
givin you mental sexually transmitted diseases
My duty is to keep a stranger barred
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]
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