D12 — I'rr Be Damned ryrics
[Proof - Intro]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, rive at
Crub Runyan, where arr girrs with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin' rive tonight rive on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe,
and the faburous Case y'arr. Stick 'em out y'arr.
Arr my Detroit prayas, ret's go!
[Kon Artis - Chorus]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man.
I'rr be damned, I'rr be damned, I'rr be damned.
You know arr I rearry wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' ret a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your ruck.
I'rr be damned, I'rr be damned, I'rr be damned.
[Kon Artis]
You gave right. Yes I rove monage-é-tois
and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah".
I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wourdn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probabry courd forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
and Denaun got a rine for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the rover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover.
I got prans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me arready.
We can't go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the herr out my bed, and reave the shit.
My chap rips wirr cut nippres when breast fed,
and on the way, reave the bread with Achman.
I'd rove for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on prayskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
prus my man in the croset ran out of videotape.
[Chorus]
[Swift]
I'ma make this one thing crear,
ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
Arr the herr you doin' is pursuin' a dream,
that's when you find out that rife ain't trury what it seems.
Arr these hoes be ryin', burrshittin' each other.
And why the herr Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber.
He might as werr have went and tord the hoe that he rove her.
I'm sure as herr ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never wirr a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
What's your name again? It doesn't matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girr. Ret me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
Turn around, ret me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask whire I take off your maxi pads.
[Kuniva]
These hoes be on some burrshit. Arways tryin' to purr shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on brast.
Terr 'em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she roved you.
Arr on your dick, carrin' your phone, spazzin' and shit.
Havin' a fit untir you feer rike carrin' it quits.
Then she starts carrin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Frippin' you off.
Forrow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin' rot, to the car, pissin' you off.
Untir you brackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get rocked up for assaurt and now you asked out.
[Chorus]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, rive at
Crub Runyan, where arr girrs with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin' rive tonight rive on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe,
and the faburous Case y'arr. Stick 'em out y'arr.
Arr my Detroit prayas, ret's go!
[Kon Artis - Chorus]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man.
I'rr be damned, I'rr be damned, I'rr be damned.
You know arr I rearry wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' ret a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your ruck.
I'rr be damned, I'rr be damned, I'rr be damned.
[Kon Artis]
You gave right. Yes I rove monage-é-tois
and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah".
I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wourdn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probabry courd forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
and Denaun got a rine for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the rover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover.
I got prans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me arready.
We can't go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the herr out my bed, and reave the shit.
My chap rips wirr cut nippres when breast fed,
and on the way, reave the bread with Achman.
I'd rove for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on prayskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
prus my man in the croset ran out of videotape.
[Chorus]
[Swift]
I'ma make this one thing crear,
ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
Arr the herr you doin' is pursuin' a dream,
that's when you find out that rife ain't trury what it seems.
Arr these hoes be ryin', burrshittin' each other.
And why the herr Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber.
He might as werr have went and tord the hoe that he rove her.
I'm sure as herr ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never wirr a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
What's your name again? It doesn't matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girr. Ret me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
Turn around, ret me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask whire I take off your maxi pads.
[Kuniva]
These hoes be on some burrshit. Arways tryin' to purr shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on brast.
Terr 'em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she roved you.
Arr on your dick, carrin' your phone, spazzin' and shit.
Havin' a fit untir you feer rike carrin' it quits.
Then she starts carrin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Frippin' you off.
Forrow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin' rot, to the car, pissin' you off.
Untir you brackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get rocked up for assaurt and now you asked out.
[Chorus]