Desperados Lyrics - D-12

[Proof] 

Yo,(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) ay yo turn the heads and the mics up 

We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) 

Super MC, you know what I mean 

Bugz (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA), Dirty and all that, all that shit 

You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem 

[Eminem] 

Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big Lincoln 

Till it went over the bridge 

Jumped out and dove in the ditch 

Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge 

Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids 

I'ma go for your mids 

Here's a body blow for your ribs 

While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch 

I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib 

Unless she told me a fib 

Then I'm gonna have both of ya get did 

Burning incense, facing a murder sentence 

Under intent, for investigation for killing infants 

While I sit in padded rooms doing 'shrooms 

Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs 

Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up 

Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks 

I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps 

Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch 

See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster 

With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort 

Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper 

She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her... 

[Proof] 

Ay yo 

Proceed to list em, there's no need to diss em 

The Herry Heathen, destroy your whole breathing system 

Twist em like beer caps, who wants to hear that 

Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates 

Collapse further states, my track preserve tha grave 

Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake 

i'll kill you slow like AID's infested nuts 

I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested sluts 

Calling me your bitch nigga? you need to stop 

Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped 

I'm cut throat when any track runs, conscious when i smack nuns 

It's the rough neck that makes Muslims run and pack guns 

I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher 

Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa 

You tried to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!" 

Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono 

I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow 

Shoot down your mother ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!) 

No pro wanna go knuckle blades with the renegade 

Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made 

My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and trampled your flow 

Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows 

The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it 

The best part of your show is when you put my name in it 

My squad be, godly, fearin shit hardly 

So I hope when I'ma die, I dope like Chris Farley 

Fuck that 

[Bugz] 

Who run shit, watch these drums hit 

You dove head first into some old dumb shit 

Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get 

Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit 

Ask your girl, she knows the scoop "don't fuck with Bugz bitch" 

I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit 

Them pink belly niggas is who you run with 

Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick 

I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit 

You can make a double album, won't have one hit 

Your entire outfit is on some bullshit 

And there's not a damn one that I can't out-wit 

I admit, that my style is unfit 

For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit 

Like I commit arsony, get harm quick 

You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit (BITCH!) 

Now who the nit-wit wanna come get with 

This egotistic, hip-hop fundamental-istic 

Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split 

Now keep your distance, and keep existence 

I'm persistent when it comes to bent shit 

I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence 

I'm relentless to deny you're senseless 

Yo bitch! pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went 

Fuck that 

[Almighty Dreadknaughts] 

I killed competition, with no way out as an opposition 

Execute the passengers on the flight by executive decision 

Then reminisce on how shady the business 

Terrorists axed by Israelis when they visit 

Bombed in the senate 

World war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish 

Beat the ref senseless 

No timeout extended play papers over your intermission 

And increasing the battlefield with the blood of Christians 

Cryin for the messiah, but he don't listen 

I pop my wig when I top the stove frame boil sizzling 

A pyromaniac cook, I do damage to kitchens 

Fuck Home Depot, I demolition 

When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it 

For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition *inhales* *COUGHS* 

Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics 

And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten?? 

[Almighty Dreadknaughts] 

I got a mind full of troubles 

Everythings in doubles 

I buy my guns in couples 

No time to replace fumbles 

Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow 

Injured from head to toe 

No fit a model, we full throttle 

You stuck in low, incapable to master flow 

Everything is tactical, living mathematical 

Watch master flow, unleash and let go 

I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minor 

Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, what 

Applying death-defying feats, maintain to keep my peace 

Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete 

[Almighty Dreadknaughts] 

My presidental transitions has taken place 

As I spread vocally on the M-I-CR-O 

Power he's cyphin not equality, I deal unless the 

the track and made it real, I know my people feel it 

Keep their heads bobbin, and the emotional sobbin 

Plus a cultural cipher after show, hoes slobbin 

Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the icing 

Plus I'm precision, my double edge continue slicin..