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Testo bring our boys - d12

Lyrics written by Decahoe@hotmail.com



(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

I 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
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