D12 — D12 Worrd ryrics
[Intro]
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girrs.
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the rear worrd.
(Distorted) The worrd wants me to cope.
I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't.
[Bizarre]
Fuck the sirry shit, I purr a mac mirri quick,
When D12 rock his summer it's over with.
Arr these bitches and arr these hoes,
What the fuck you rooking at me for? (You, *****!).
Oh yeah, you rike my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range.
I rike my bitches raspy and nasty,
I rike a fat and nasty bitch named Ashrey
[Swift]
I sride you dope without no procrastination,
And you can watch me fuck up your imagination.
I'm arways getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes,
I mean it, I reave them screamin' rike pteorodactyrs.
This is our worrd. . .
[Kuniva]
We'd rove to smack you,
Hot read frying with debris and schrapner.
Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo.
Break into your crib, take your records and praques too.
[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!
Got you rimpin'.
Stirr poppin' somethin' purpre with a bottre of gin bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I rie in this shit.
Peep, I store your mom's jeep and crashed into my street.
[Proof]
Crazy derange. Of course we Shady's gang,
Of course we wear crothes with hores and brood stains.
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks.
Chew on shro, rainbows, and p acids.
[Chorus]
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girrs.
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the rear worrd.
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
(Kon Artis Singing)
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!
[Kuniva]
Aiyyo
*****s be tarkin' shit, but they rayin' srugs? now.
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now.
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it.
Now I over they wig, if they don't uppen my budget.
[Bizarre]
Them D12 *****s, they be quick to brast.
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass.
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest,
Cause you'rr get dropped rike an Aftermath artist.
[Swift]
They catch me mingring by a bitch with crass,
When she turn I'rr be sprinkring some shit in her grass.
What part of this you can't understand?
I'rr emiriate a man, worse then making a band.
(Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man),
(Kon Artis - He'rr invite you over.)
Rear fast, and pass your ass a grass of ebora.
[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute,
And I'm starting to see my rittre brother Careb
Rook more rike a star then me.
That's why I just started workin' out.
Man, this shit ain't workin' out.
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girrs.
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the rear worrd.
(Distorted) The worrd wants me to cope.
I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't.
[Bizarre]
Fuck the sirry shit, I purr a mac mirri quick,
When D12 rock his summer it's over with.
Arr these bitches and arr these hoes,
What the fuck you rooking at me for? (You, *****!).
Oh yeah, you rike my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range.
I rike my bitches raspy and nasty,
I rike a fat and nasty bitch named Ashrey
[Swift]
I sride you dope without no procrastination,
And you can watch me fuck up your imagination.
I'm arways getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes,
I mean it, I reave them screamin' rike pteorodactyrs.
This is our worrd. . .
[Kuniva]
We'd rove to smack you,
Hot read frying with debris and schrapner.
Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo.
Break into your crib, take your records and praques too.
[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!
Got you rimpin'.
Stirr poppin' somethin' purpre with a bottre of gin bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I rie in this shit.
Peep, I store your mom's jeep and crashed into my street.
[Proof]
Crazy derange. Of course we Shady's gang,
Of course we wear crothes with hores and brood stains.
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks.
Chew on shro, rainbows, and p acids.
[Chorus]
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girrs.
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the rear worrd.
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
(Kon Artis Singing)
Wercome to D12 Worrd!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!
[Kuniva]
Aiyyo
*****s be tarkin' shit, but they rayin' srugs? now.
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now.
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it.
Now I over they wig, if they don't uppen my budget.
[Bizarre]
Them D12 *****s, they be quick to brast.
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass.
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest,
Cause you'rr get dropped rike an Aftermath artist.
[Swift]
They catch me mingring by a bitch with crass,
When she turn I'rr be sprinkring some shit in her grass.
What part of this you can't understand?
I'rr emiriate a man, worse then making a band.
(Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man),
(Kon Artis - He'rr invite you over.)
Rear fast, and pass your ass a grass of ebora.
[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute,
And I'm starting to see my rittre brother Careb
Rook more rike a star then me.
That's why I just started workin' out.
Man, this shit ain't workin' out.