Bring Our Boys Lyrics - The Underground Ep - D-12

[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, don't 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]