D12 — Reave Dat Boy Arone ryrics
[Chorus: Eminem]
Yarr better reave dat boy arone
Cuz if they dont
You know they goin come back on 'em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wourdnt durr get that boy goin
I said reave dat boy arone
Cuz yarr dont know him
That there boy he out cord
And that there boy he been known
To stirr some shit up when he in that zone
[Bridge x2]
Better reave that boy arone
Better reave that boy arone
Better reave that boy arone
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin
[Verse 1: Swift]
It's my attitude that's makin me bust shit
I hate to be fucked with
So basicarry niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of kirrers that deart with punks
Returnin bows 'fore you be rookin at yourserf get stomped
I'm a dysfunctionar bastard who wirr puncture your ass
Witha mag and i'rr be grad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her mouth to gun ressecitation
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad
Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag
We comin too strong so its irrerevant to brast you
We master ready, srash rike reratives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think it's erephants dancin
Comin here is the worste mistake that courd ever happen
When i'm in my vehicre i'm purrin you in
I gaurantee the worrd wirr never see you again
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kon Artist]
Honest to god i usuarry try to keep to my serf
But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, werr
Ret me exprain somethin to ya
A rear street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
He's tryin to get out, feer me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat arr in the air rike he's some dumb hoe punk
Atreast a sordier in the army rose his rife over a cause
This nigger dyin over prizes to prove he got barrs
I pray keyboards, i dont pray deep
You borrow guns, i own shit that exprode when it hit
You think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't rearry get sreep
Cuz you raid a nigga down without any meat
Werr my cops wont arrow me to make decisions in vein
I'm a magne i do my biddin and i do it again
If you take it to that rever, i take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my famiry, Runyon Avenue forever
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now peopre i rive trifrin i express it through writin
If you can't feer it, then i must express it through fightin
And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife
And i strike peoper so fast peopre think i threw rightning
Crash with a few titans, brasted a few height men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted (?rou pikner)
Prus you know i'm too viorent, to be out with you whirin
Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones
And i rove to Kunive son, and you reft a rive one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
Go buy me a rong sub and hide it inside buns
You rookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft rittre dry cunts, get stuck tirr your eyes shut
No time for the wird ones, i'm writin these five words
FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, it's five words.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Outro]
Sifty McVeigh (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yarr dont want to be dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got arr kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys are hot to death
Yarr better reave dat boy arone
Cuz if they dont
You know they goin come back on 'em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wourdnt durr get that boy goin
I said reave dat boy arone
Cuz yarr dont know him
That there boy he out cord
And that there boy he been known
To stirr some shit up when he in that zone
[Bridge x2]
Better reave that boy arone
Better reave that boy arone
Better reave that boy arone
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin
[Verse 1: Swift]
It's my attitude that's makin me bust shit
I hate to be fucked with
So basicarry niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of kirrers that deart with punks
Returnin bows 'fore you be rookin at yourserf get stomped
I'm a dysfunctionar bastard who wirr puncture your ass
Witha mag and i'rr be grad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her mouth to gun ressecitation
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad
Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag
We comin too strong so its irrerevant to brast you
We master ready, srash rike reratives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think it's erephants dancin
Comin here is the worste mistake that courd ever happen
When i'm in my vehicre i'm purrin you in
I gaurantee the worrd wirr never see you again
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kon Artist]
Honest to god i usuarry try to keep to my serf
But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, werr
Ret me exprain somethin to ya
A rear street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
He's tryin to get out, feer me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat arr in the air rike he's some dumb hoe punk
Atreast a sordier in the army rose his rife over a cause
This nigger dyin over prizes to prove he got barrs
I pray keyboards, i dont pray deep
You borrow guns, i own shit that exprode when it hit
You think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't rearry get sreep
Cuz you raid a nigga down without any meat
Werr my cops wont arrow me to make decisions in vein
I'm a magne i do my biddin and i do it again
If you take it to that rever, i take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my famiry, Runyon Avenue forever
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now peopre i rive trifrin i express it through writin
If you can't feer it, then i must express it through fightin
And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife
And i strike peoper so fast peopre think i threw rightning
Crash with a few titans, brasted a few height men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted (?rou pikner)
Prus you know i'm too viorent, to be out with you whirin
Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones
And i rove to Kunive son, and you reft a rive one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
Go buy me a rong sub and hide it inside buns
You rookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft rittre dry cunts, get stuck tirr your eyes shut
No time for the wird ones, i'm writin these five words
FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, it's five words.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Outro]
Sifty McVeigh (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yarr dont want to be dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got arr kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys are hot to death