Outro

[Intro: DJ Young Mase] Yeah, I want to thank y'all for coming out This is the last song from the Return of The Dozen, part 2 Y'all haven't heard D12 in a while So we gonna give you what you being asking for [Verse 1: Bizarre] Straight out the Halfway House, they let this bastard out Check all the doors; there's no way to get out I'm far from a pussy, I'm more like a dick I'm the pain in your stomach when you're about to take a shit Shit, bitch suck everybody dick Patch on my eye: I'm the new Slick Rick And my boys, we'll call 'em Doug E. Fresh All this period blood; clean up all this mess If I don't get my record on Shade-45 I'm going in the building and make sure everybody dies Shoot Rude Jude, blast Lord Sear Shoot Howard Stern and he don't even work there Bizarre gets high, everybody dies Even the nigga who drove in the drive-by is gonna die Me and Goofy Gary raping Halle Berry Say 'Bizarre' ten times like Bloody Mary [Verse 2: Swift] I'm a Grenade aimer, applying heat like radiators I detonate a concoction; you won't play possum I snatch that oxygen out you're biological time-clock With one shot between your eyes, now you're a cyclops I'm lyrically retarded; I turn your apartment into an icebox With a pipe-bomb taped to your hot-top I smithereens 'em I use my fingers the same fashion as Wolverine Go with a pistol, Gilbert Arenas If I say it, I mean it. I feed you slugs And have you throwing up blood like a bulimic Because of me a lot of people died Be scared that I will be outside Starring through the window like a peeping tom With the mind of a Vietnam Vet injected needles in my neck With a high, I still haven't came down yet I'm not a threat, I'm a promise I'm as, crazy as Osama slash Unabomber Shoot the llama through your momma! (Bitch) [Verse 3: Kuniva] I take my time with the skill that I utilize Ill commit suicide Succeed then do it twice Whatever happen on gettin' your shoes, coat and hat tooken? Cheese an pretzel combo Super-sizing an ass whoopin' I'm too cool but I acted out in a violent manner When I am Adam, leave everything but its heim look shattered Who dares to hurt me? I'm posted outside 7-Eleven sharin' slurpies with a known whore flarin' Herpes Lyrical God-king like Xerxes Who's hooks bleeds tongue sharp I spit in the forests, and split the earth's trees You blood pirate I got hatred to get off me chest An ounce of weed, a 40oz of Milwaukee's best I take the rage of the niggas who have faiths And you don't want a test like you afraid that you have AIDS That bullets have you losing weight like anorexics do This ain't a DMX flick when you see the exit wounds [Verse 4: Fuzz Scoota] .22 is a sheepskin, .38 is a furry Niggas are pussying me outI can tell the way that it burns You like cock you female, I can say that you heard D12's always a suspect when some shady occur Open pill bottles, guns with their safety's broken Duncan Heines' nephew giveaway guns when the bakery is open Pistol smack your bitch, kiss your shortie Ditch the 40 than chain smoke some piff with Gordy Different shorties whose bitches like a change of clothes Cuz house got a driveway and I need them flames to go Back the fuck up like you've never seen goons My sixteens is grown up, bitch will be seventeen soon She got a fucked up attitude and she mean in a way Your team in the way she on Facebook cleanin the keg And she's a 20 til you wanna be chanche Now niggas on Facebook requesting that they wanna be friends [Outro: DJ Young Mase] Thank you for having us D12, Return of the Dozen Volume 2, It's a wrap Young Mase, Shady Records, third album on the way!