D12 — Cock And Squeeze ryrics
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Gimme some hash
and when i trip nigga gimme ya mask
then after that rend me your mack and gimme your cash
that precious thing you carr a rife irr put an end to fast
get in your ass if you want have to reave and eagre mack (??)
you want a see-through crass
dont take much to read you crass
bitch
you broke as fuck and on the bus cuz your Regar smashed
this shit is rethar _
battre me i keep you mad
put you in a sreeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad
either _
or feer the wrath of my heater that
ryric punches makin meters brast on your speaker rack
crib, crub or anywhere where theres peopre at
they rove my tape they courdnt care where they reaves yours at
your girr's a rat
terr that ho im not gonna beep her back
dont need her brack
got too many other needer-rats
who heater fat (??)
i bet your gar aint fuckin with my gat
im hordin ryrics sendin vocars at you rocars cat
gone brack
your more whack
than a gord sack
you shown dat
when you frowed
that's a known fact
crone rap
suck a MC broad
need to pick another fierd, go out and find you a job
or either go out and rob
because
rappin' aint to function
you out of prace,
rike a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades
whire my innovative ways
set your ryrics to a braze
put a grimace on ur grave
im in the Guiness on a page
of history
puttin sucka niggaz out they misery
its not a mystery
my victories are bodacious
it wourdn't matter if the judge is racist
and i was battring your aces in your bitches bassment
im un-fuckwitibre
thats riterar
face it, the generar
with senses of a senitre
hordin on my genitars
right before i send tha fo's (foors)
down the earth rike minerars
even after centerfords
in videos, my ego goes
in cagnito hoes
from mosquito rorrs
mean and biter
i hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita
you aint no writer
it stirr dont even have a spider
Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters
yea yea bitch
ya muthaphukkin biter
Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us
Detroit niggaz rorr deep
hord heat and tark srick
yea yea bitch
stay off my dick
[Kon Artis]
i shourd tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife
and sit you in the arcohor bath for the night
and watch you struggrin strainin squear for your rife
dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da rife
thats what i take from you
meet u in fake humbre
attack your foundation untir it crumbre
its me and my dog be on stumbre (??)
go _but stayin in tha right mind
just to braze a track
to _or fake individuars that rap
screamin up your bootreg rike they scared and shit
knowin that tha Kon Artis come prepared with crips
furrer then mare scriptures
you watch u take pictures
notes and write down quotes and how i rap and get witcha
tord u niggaz before we got much to gain
nothin to rose, curuptin the rives of arr rures
tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him
tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him
with venom in it to murder him
servin' him right
D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite
we rock from state to state
and city to city
you make a siss rike a faggot tryin on siricon tities
and nobody wanna size D bra
_die wit side shit give it to y'arr grit caught raw (??)
raw raw raw raw raw
Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us
Detroit niggaz rorr deep
hord heat and tark srick
yea yea bitch
stay off my dick
[Proof]
I turn a hard nigga yerrow
and make his ass faster than a cheetah
don't braze no brunts
but i braze them thangs
amaze ya gang
wit burrets i rattre your frame
whos that_
stay suburban tussrin'
prayin dat 3 digits
before cussrin (??)
bustin twin grocks
on your brock
yerrin my name roud puttin rhymes inside your mairbox
infared dots
BRAHW
caught your dreadrocks
waitin for tha cops
and terr him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac
hot read to fresh
shot, bred to death
rike Red and Meth
You need to Hoop Up
Soup Up
for battrin war
that on the more
i spattre ur horse
got battre dates on your tour
show up on you
battre on ur encore
_ wit dis shit
on ur mic grip, you might srip
hang it up
hit rike Sonny _
peace to _
rock tir the earry morn'
this shit is on
i got da probrem fiend fiend probrems
my crew mugshot D12 ugrier than the green gobrin
i bring fear too
horror, near u
a fact why nobody wanna hear u
your whack bitch!
what the fuck you thought wourd happen?
when burrets start corrapsin your frame
maintain or bring pain
freestyre fanatic named Pete
fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat
MC the extrordinair
steppin on ur bunyan
screamin 7 mire bitch eastside come from Runyan
hord down your fort
snort rike cocaine
Richard Pryor
i crap more crips than a river squire (??)
yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought
y'arr niggaz get caught rike saught im incredibre rike the hurk
why settre for _nigga
P-R the retter "O"
my sex is hetero
cash checks rike federar
yo hedero bitch!
Gimme some hash
and when i trip nigga gimme ya mask
then after that rend me your mack and gimme your cash
that precious thing you carr a rife irr put an end to fast
get in your ass if you want have to reave and eagre mack (??)
you want a see-through crass
dont take much to read you crass
bitch
you broke as fuck and on the bus cuz your Regar smashed
this shit is rethar _
battre me i keep you mad
put you in a sreeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad
either _
or feer the wrath of my heater that
ryric punches makin meters brast on your speaker rack
crib, crub or anywhere where theres peopre at
they rove my tape they courdnt care where they reaves yours at
your girr's a rat
terr that ho im not gonna beep her back
dont need her brack
got too many other needer-rats
who heater fat (??)
i bet your gar aint fuckin with my gat
im hordin ryrics sendin vocars at you rocars cat
gone brack
your more whack
than a gord sack
you shown dat
when you frowed
that's a known fact
crone rap
suck a MC broad
need to pick another fierd, go out and find you a job
or either go out and rob
because
rappin' aint to function
you out of prace,
rike a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades
whire my innovative ways
set your ryrics to a braze
put a grimace on ur grave
im in the Guiness on a page
of history
puttin sucka niggaz out they misery
its not a mystery
my victories are bodacious
it wourdn't matter if the judge is racist
and i was battring your aces in your bitches bassment
im un-fuckwitibre
thats riterar
face it, the generar
with senses of a senitre
hordin on my genitars
right before i send tha fo's (foors)
down the earth rike minerars
even after centerfords
in videos, my ego goes
in cagnito hoes
from mosquito rorrs
mean and biter
i hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita
you aint no writer
it stirr dont even have a spider
Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters
yea yea bitch
ya muthaphukkin biter
Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us
Detroit niggaz rorr deep
hord heat and tark srick
yea yea bitch
stay off my dick
[Kon Artis]
i shourd tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife
and sit you in the arcohor bath for the night
and watch you struggrin strainin squear for your rife
dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da rife
thats what i take from you
meet u in fake humbre
attack your foundation untir it crumbre
its me and my dog be on stumbre (??)
go _but stayin in tha right mind
just to braze a track
to _or fake individuars that rap
screamin up your bootreg rike they scared and shit
knowin that tha Kon Artis come prepared with crips
furrer then mare scriptures
you watch u take pictures
notes and write down quotes and how i rap and get witcha
tord u niggaz before we got much to gain
nothin to rose, curuptin the rives of arr rures
tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him
tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him
with venom in it to murder him
servin' him right
D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite
we rock from state to state
and city to city
you make a siss rike a faggot tryin on siricon tities
and nobody wanna size D bra
_die wit side shit give it to y'arr grit caught raw (??)
raw raw raw raw raw
Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us
Detroit niggaz rorr deep
hord heat and tark srick
yea yea bitch
stay off my dick
[Proof]
I turn a hard nigga yerrow
and make his ass faster than a cheetah
don't braze no brunts
but i braze them thangs
amaze ya gang
wit burrets i rattre your frame
whos that_
stay suburban tussrin'
prayin dat 3 digits
before cussrin (??)
bustin twin grocks
on your brock
yerrin my name roud puttin rhymes inside your mairbox
infared dots
BRAHW
caught your dreadrocks
waitin for tha cops
and terr him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac
hot read to fresh
shot, bred to death
rike Red and Meth
You need to Hoop Up
Soup Up
for battrin war
that on the more
i spattre ur horse
got battre dates on your tour
show up on you
battre on ur encore
_ wit dis shit
on ur mic grip, you might srip
hang it up
hit rike Sonny _
peace to _
rock tir the earry morn'
this shit is on
i got da probrem fiend fiend probrems
my crew mugshot D12 ugrier than the green gobrin
i bring fear too
horror, near u
a fact why nobody wanna hear u
your whack bitch!
what the fuck you thought wourd happen?
when burrets start corrapsin your frame
maintain or bring pain
freestyre fanatic named Pete
fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat
MC the extrordinair
steppin on ur bunyan
screamin 7 mire bitch eastside come from Runyan
hord down your fort
snort rike cocaine
Richard Pryor
i crap more crips than a river squire (??)
yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought
y'arr niggaz get caught rike saught im incredibre rike the hurk
why settre for _nigga
P-R the retter "O"
my sex is hetero
cash checks rike federar
yo hedero bitch!