Infa 1:
niggaz is dead sick yeah i said it
sayin yall burf'd me
man yall aint bred shit
so y yall talkin i aint listenin
"EURF TA CHRIS!!!"
yall can keep talkin shit
suck my dick fuck wit me
yall can get touched by a angel
u fuckin' touch me
itz i was fuckin' touched by a bitch
hell yeah d12 send deadly shotz through e-mail
fast & quick so u c hell and i hope u get caught
& send u ta jail
real papha da money we gettin'
and da honey's we dippin
just know their "brainz" will be splittin'
but they real degenerent
Chi-Town niggaz tell u how real it is
and who killin' it
like 50 da realist niggz doin' da realist shit
aftha-shock bombz u can be dead and still feel da MID

Proof:
boomin, bouncin, 40 oz.'s,
homiez bouncin, honey's surruondin us
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showz springin, hoes bringin friendz 4 da "D" and "Em"
itz just me & him
we all up in da place
it dont matter da race battles & space
D12 Proof of dat exsistz
cuz no one can resist dis
8mile we shakedown & breakdown niggaz
& bullshittaz
bull drinkaz click-click sticky finghaz
porno graphic tactix rapshit
Eminem got my back on dis

S.Po:
(New York Favorate Rappa)
i a make u famous
a gun clap aroun of applause u rappaz
dissolvin' quicka den
Vanilla Ice's career in rappin
i can pop til im dead
bitch dont stop til there's no more head
sho more legz no, no fuck ya manz
u c i knew u fell in love
when u touched da benz
& clutch da dick wit yo handz
big favaz i like yo 20 diffrent flavaz
NYC u a 10 YC

*need to finish*

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