Cock & Squeeze Lyrics - D-12

[Bugz] 

Gimme some hash 

And when I trip nigga gimme ya mask 

Then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash 

That precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast 

Get in your ass if you want have to leave me eagle mack 

You want a see-through class 

Dont take much to read you class 

Bitch 

You broke as fuck and on the bus 'cause your regal smashed 

This shit is lethal fag 

Battle me I keep you mad 

Put you in a sleeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad 

Either _ 

Or feel the wrath of my heater that 

Lyric punches makin meters blast on your speaker rack 

Crib, club or anywhere where theres people at 

They love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at 

Your girl's a rat 

Tell that ho I'm not gonna beep her back 

Dont need her black 

Got too many other needer-rats 

Who heat her fat 

I bet your gal ain't fuckin with my gat 

Im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat 

Gone black 

Your more whack 

Than a gold sack 

You shown dat 

When you flowed 

That's a known fact 

Clone rap 

Suck a mc broad 

Need to pick another field, go out and find you a job 

Or either go out and rob 

Because 

Rappin' ain't to function 

You out of place, 

Like a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades 

While my innovative ways 

Set your lyrics to a blaze 

Put a grimace on ur grave 

Im in the guiness on a page 

Of history 

Puttin sucka niggaz out they misery 

Its not a mystery 

My victories are bodacious 

It wouldn't matter if the judge is racist 

And I was battling your aces in your bitches bassment 

Im un-fuckwitible 

Thats literal 

Face it, the general 

With senses of a senitle 

Holdin on my genitals 

Right before I send tha flows 

Down the earth like minerals 

Even after centerfolds 

In videos, my ego goes 

In cagnito hoes 

From mosquito rolls 

Mean and biter 

I hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita 

You ain't no writer 

And still don't even have a slider 

Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters 

Yea yea bitch 

Ya muthafucking biter 

Cock and, squeeze, bust 

Dirty dozen don't fuck wit us 

Detroit niggaz roll deep 

Hold heat and talk slick 

Yea yea bitch 

Stay off my dick 

[kon artis] 

I should tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife 

And sit you in the alcohol bath for the night 

And watch you strugglin, strainin, squeal for your life 

Dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da life 

Thats what I take from you 

Meet u in fake humble 

Attack your foundation until it crumble 

Its me and my dog be on stumble 

Gone off __ but stayin in tha right mind 

Just to blaze a track 

To _or fake individuals that rap 

Screamin up your bootleg like they scared and shit 

Knowin that tha kon artis come prepared with clips 

Fuller then male scriptures 

You watch u take pictures 

Notes and write down quotes and how I rap and get witcha 

Told u niggaz before we got much to gain 

Nothin to lose, curuptin the lives of all rules 

Tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him 

Tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him 

With venom in it to murder him 

Servin' him right 

D.p. kon artis, swervin tonite 

We rock from state to state 

And city to city 

You make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities 

And nobody wanna size d bra 

_die wit side shit give it to y'all glit caught raw (? ? ) 

Raw raw raw raw raw 

Cock and, squeeze, bust 

Dirty dozen don't fuck wit us 

Detroit niggaz roll deep 

Hold heat and talk slick 

Yea yea bitch 

Stay off my dick 

[Proof] 

I turn a hard nigga yellow 

And make his ass faster than a cheetah 

Don't blaze no blunts 

But I blaze them thangs 

Amaze ya gang 

Wit bullets I rattle your frame 

Whos that_ 

Stay suburban tusslin' 

Playin dat 3 digits 

Before cusslin 

Bustin twin glocks 

On your block 

Yellin my name loud puttin rhymes inside your mailbox 

Infared dots 

Blahw 

Caught your dreadlocks 

Waitin for tha cops 

And tell him that ur ass had beef wit biggie and 2pac 

Hot lead to flesh 

Shot, bled to death 

Like red and meth 

You need to hoop up 

Soup up 

For battlin war 

That on the more 

I spattle ur horse 

Got battle dates on your tour 

Show up on you 

Battle on ur encore 

_ wit dis shit 

On ur mic grip, you might slip 

Hang it up 

Hit like sonny _ 

Peace to _ 

Rock til the early morn' 

This shit is on 

I got da problem fiend fiend problems 

My crew mugshot d12 uglier than the green goblin 

I bring fear too 

Horror, near u 

A fact why nobody wanna hear u 

Your whack bitch! 

What the fuck you thought would happen? 

When bullets start collapsin your frame 

Maintain or bring pain 

Freestyle fanatic named pete 

Fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat 

Mc the extrordinair 

Steppin on ur bunyan 

Screamin 7 mile bitch eastside come from runyan 

Hold down your fort 

Snort like cocaine 

Richard pryor 

I clap more clips than a liver squire 

Yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought 

Y'all niggaz get caught like saught I'm incredible like the hulk 

Why settle for _nigga 

P-r the letter "o" 

My sex is hetero 

Cash checks like federal 

Yo hedero bitch!