On Fire Lyrics - Return Of The Dozen Vol. 2 - D-12

[Verse 1: Swifty] 

If you say that you hungry, then I ain't concerned 

Unless you came in this game with a tape worm 

The phantom of hip-hop, cause this is the doctrine of a madman 

And I'm assassinating doctors 

No shot treatment is needed 

I'm up in the hospital weeded 

With bloody orthopedics 

I'm giving it to innocent people that don't need it 

And I'm exporting you niggas without a heater 

[?] breathin' 

But there's none worthy 

If I ain't out murkin' motherfuckers, I'm cold turkey 

Or worst thing since Percy 

When I was younger, my momma placed me in the dirty nursery 

That's why they labeled me a Curtis beast 

I'm blood thirsty 

I pop up, unexpectedly like a herpe 

I murder you for dirt, cheap 

Open up that dorch like lurch 

And I'm murk the first nigga that I see 

When I guillotine 

I slit a niggas brain 

And slit it till you get rap 

And signature, my name 

[?] the same 

Bigger then a Afro-Puffs, on cranium arrange 

Shit, it's normal till I [?] with a gauge 

Cut your life short, like an [?] with blades 

I'm a predator, infrared up in the trees 

When I conversate I'll be shootin' more in a breeze 

I breath bitches to their knees 

Givin' them stitches with a rusted needle and barb wires 

[Verse 2: Bizarre] 

I rap like I got a chip on my shoulder 

This ain't no chip, this is a 15 pound boulder 

Practicing yoga, meditatin' on death 

Bottle of Vicodin 'till ain't nothing left 

I got an Idea let's play butt-naked hokey-pokey 

Cut off the lights, listen to Esham and [?] (Yeah) 

Damn my neighbor is nosy, close the blinds 

This kid ain't ten, he's barely 9 

[Verse 3: Kuniva] 

Kickin' down your door with a 4-4-matic 

And the size will make you shake like a know dope addict 

Turn a robbery into something more tragic 

"Don't shoot, here's my watch... "