Nuthin at All

[Swift] My .44 be giving liposuction I blow a hole through your stomach open it up you'll be spillin your own guts I'm a mad man, a walking trash can You get beat with my bare hands, fuck a last chance A mac-milli will smack you silly The epitome of what really can be the definition of misery I'm never missing im hittin it I murder mittiney, curb stompin and puncturing kidney They put a nigga on "Ripley's", bitches I ain't working I'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (nigga) What a nigga need is a millimeter to eat Have'em kissing on millipedes all in the street [Bizarre] In a fight, I'm first to throw a brick First to load the clip, first to talk shit But the last one to split, when the shit get thick Stupid bitch get hit with the 4-5th I'm a Ex-con who fought in Vietnam Every night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh shit) My dick so many places, all I do is laugh Big hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffes I'm On "Fear Factor" eatin worms and broccoli Tomato, Mustard, mixed with Guatamali Started a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack" I dj and scratch while he smoke crack [Hook: Kon Artis] Now who want it with (us) Please don't forget (that) If you don't it up we taking it Cuz we don't want y'all to get it twisted at all D12 don't give a fuck about Nothing At All Now who fucking with (us) Please don't forget (that) If you don't give it up we takin it back And We don't y'all to get twisted at all D12 don't give a fuck about nothing at aaaaaaaaaaaall [Kuniva] I'm sure ya mama told you, nigga that drugs kill (yeah) If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs will Now everybody saying they real and they hug steal (fo' real) 'Till they find'em layin dead in this tub with blood spill All over the floor, carpet to wall, I'm talking to y'all You can call your peoples my nigga I'm sparking'em all Barking at dogs that's bitin for real, starvin and fightin for meal Bizarre got Vicodin pills Swift And Denaun ain't likely to chill they hot headed You a bitch yeah I said it I bet if god let it happen then it's over Kuniva's out of his wig (yeah) I just shot up his crib and Knock the snot outta his kids [Kon Artis] Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to next life You in the way and you subject to be one with this knife I clear up a Bitches sight, Straight Lasik Surgery Y'all run to emergency with an aching urgency Yeah I'm nice, courteously escort you to the infirmary 7 mile, Runyon ave. 'Till they straight up bury me You expect us to believe that you scrappin when it costs When you bought a fucking 40 for dog you lost And ain't talking 'bout a dog you loss I'm talking about a fuckin puppy when I'm sayin 'bout a doggy loss I scatter cries when I'm haulin off Molotov a nigga cross his head with a bottle of Scotch [Hook] [Proof] Don't get it twisted nigga we here nigga Who ever said Scrapping isn't a sport Got me and bizzy in court, shadowboxing an invisible assault Proof gon give it to ya raw like O.D.B Homey please who better than D-twease and Obie .T (Shady) Phony G's walkin and talkin, Never cocking a caulk gun Macauly Caulkin, actors we droppin ya coffins When my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. list Tatted So long from ya neck to ya ass cheek And actually we're murderers load my Glock weeded Your life is like fat people legs it's not needed See how high P is, steamin in the snow like hot pee is D12 we got this biatch [Hook]