Derty Harry

[Intro] Hey them horns ain't extensions nigga listen Real shit here Haha [Verse 1] Face to face you got no heart, when I blow sparks You lean on me like Joe Clark, my mind is so dark Your superficial, nuclear Missile Hit your body and your bones and I loose the gristle Proofs official, D12 trademarker Male, no "S," big brave heart Y'all ain't even listen No S big backwards is Gibson Mel Gibson bravehearted Now on to my mission And since then no failure I promised God to commit homicide to niggas wantin a free ride Like the Amistad, I'm alive And just started Anger Management too, like [?] Body ya mind, dyin' to ride like Ronnie and Cline Influenced the greatest like Ronnie and Todd It ain't no problem too hard My solo like Do Lo, been gettin' it Like I ain't been shittin' it! [Hook] (Y'all done start it) Derty Harry Contract mothafucker lets roll it right now! (Y'all done start it) Derty Harry You the one on this (Y'all done start it) Derty Harry Proof nigga I'm a wolf (Y'all done start it) Derty Harry You can get some now! [Verse 2] In high school of course I was the best in the lunchroom Don't make me get up out my seat bitch and punch you I freestyle for fun but write for wealth I'm so dope nigga even bite myself I rap it with rapid fire Blasting iron at a Baptist choir And then at the black Messiah We gat for hire to let the techs growl Put something in your body worse then the West Nile I was born out of test tube glass I suggest you blast nigga Or catch sum flesh wound fast I ain't met a man that can wrestle gats I'm right behind the top rappers like a Neptune track Ya L.P., I slept through that Now guess who back Unless you strapped with a vest and two gats I suggest you pack I'll spread you flat then rescue rap Hit your body so much that your flash won't match Muthafucker! [Hook] Fuck Osama for bombing in the racing buildings I'll bust him and hide him like Jason Williams (I heard Bizzare and D12 be raping children!?) Cut the hype dyke I'm trying to make a million Take this pill then call me when you sober up Turn the dyke from glad to groupies, make'em hold my nuts Seldom-ly seen, Elvis the King But it's Em that's got these kids nailed to the screen I held the team, I-F I got something on my chest thats hard to digest I hear the streets talk and sing Offering cause jacking my rapping They mad cause I'm flossing bling I lost my steam but a demon in human flesh hyped my up Now my team is tightly cut So sugar, sugar, salt, salt If you didn't get off it's not my fault The dog is back and y'all niggas! [Hook]