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    D12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)
    Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
    for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
    D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
    Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
    'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-cocking) from here on in
    My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
    Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
    I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
    We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
    Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
    Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
    It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

    [Chorus]
    We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

    Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES

    *Royce rapping*

    Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
    Who must I smack for sayin my name?
    Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
    You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
    Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up
    Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
    I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
    I only recognize the top of your hats
    And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
    He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
    I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up
    Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
    You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
    And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
    Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
    That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
    DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
    Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
    You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
    and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
    I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
    Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
    How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
    And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
    You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
    You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
    I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
    You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that truck
    and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
    FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
    Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch
    with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
    'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
    I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it
    Just like a stutterin' fool, can't reach intelligence
    He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speach impediment
    You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb
    About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
    You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please
    Give it a year,both y'all be wreckin' 50's lease
    What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group
    I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
    You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all
    My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (puppies barking)
    Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
    I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
    Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half
    Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
    Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash ya yet, kiss my ASS
    I don't wanna talk to ex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
    Y'all throw up ya dukes and don't swing like Fred G. Sanford
    I be makin' muh'fuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme
    Y'all lil' niggaz crack ya heads then rhyme, go play;
    you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
    I feel like I'm battlin' Kenan & Kel
    You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill
    Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
    Matter of fact, I might even do a song with Ray
    Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song-a-day

    [Chorus]
    We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (4x)

    *Royce talking*
    I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm mad
    Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing
    Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo bosses ass, nigga
    Tre Little, bring it on

    *Tre Little rapping*
    Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy
    I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
    FUCK you and your commercial appeal
    I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow Purple Hills
    I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
    Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy
    What did you do, got on the phone and called him up
    You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to us
    You, BITCH, yo' crew some local hoes
    I'll hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose
    You and Royce can squash this with one talk
    Step around from your security and talk to that man
    I understand you backin' yo' crew, but diss my brother
    Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you
    And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life
    I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
    Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
    Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
    But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you
    So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!
    You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach
    Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'
    Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
    What producer you ever know only good for album filler
    We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

    *Royce talking*
    You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
    Big Homie's out nigga, what up

    *Tre Little talking*
    Yea you studderin ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
    My brother here ain't have no backbone?
    Nigga, it's on when I see y'all
    Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, that's cash boy
    Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz
    Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka
    Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz
    Sell my bill one nigga
    What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch
    Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it
    Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches
    Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yeah dude
    Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom
    You'll end up like click boom, bitch
    Rock City motherfucker, regardless
    Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker
    It's Cash Flow, bitch, Big Homie

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