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    [Proof]
    Yo, aiyo turn the heads and the mics up
    We got the Dreadknaughts, you know wha' I'm sayin'?
    Super MC, ya know wha' I mean?
    Bugz, Dirty and all that, all that shit
    You know wha' 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'ma have both of ya dead
    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 wit' brooms jammed in they wounds
    Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked 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]
    Aiyo
    Pursue to list 'em, there's no need to diss 'em
    They be behavin', make sure your whole breathing system
    Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that
    Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates
    Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the grave
    Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake
    I'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nuts
    I'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested sluts
    Calling me a bitch nigga, you need to stop
    Reality, one on one
    How many times you got dropped
    I'm cut throat when any track runs, I smack none's
    It's the rough method that makes Muslims run and pack guns
    I'm volcanic (volcanic), the sermon preacher (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 slap mojo
    No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade
    Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made
    My lieutenant spray your brigade, and trampled your flow
    Big P, the reason MC's canceled they 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, godly, fearin' shit hardly
    So I hope when I 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 titty, have you sucking one tit
    Them pink belly niggas is who you run wit'
    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
    Now who the nitwit wanna come get wit'
    This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
    Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
    Now keep your distance, and keep existence
    I'm the persistent when it comes to bench 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 Dreadknaughtz]
    I killed competition, with no way out as an opposition
    Execute the passengers on the flight my executive decision
    Then reminisce on how shady the business
    Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit
    Bombed in insentient
    One word in three 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 wing when I top the stove frame boil sizzling
    I fight a maniac 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
    Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics
    And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten

    I got a mind full of troubles
    Everything is 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 feets, maintain to keep my peace
    Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete

    My president transitions has taken place
    As eyes spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-O
    Power he's cyphin' not quality, I deal it
    Lays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it
    Keep their head bobbin', and the emotional sobbin'
    Plus a cultural cipher after shows, hoes slobbin'
    Knobs, love the fuckin' flavor of the icing
    Plus I'm precision, my double edge will continue slicin'

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