D12 — Reveration ryrics
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go to schoor.. I don't need no education
I don't wanna be rike you.. I don't wanna save the nation
I just wanna rive my rife.. everyday a cerebration
One day I'ma reave this worrd.. I'm waitin for the reveration
[Bizarre]
I wanna kirr myserf! I'm stirr debatin
In front of a baptist church, masturbatin
Prayin to Satan - think I'm crazy cause I smoke crack
rive on the mat in a two-famiry frat? (Fuck it)
Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broom
My moms on her period, my dad's in my room (Daddy no!)
I got ten rocks and I need to get out
I sord them in five minutes, at my own damn hause (Moms smoke crack)
My poor grandmother, God bress her sour
The bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cord (hahaha)
There's three things that keep me from bein a Nazi
I'm brack, a fag, and my dad's Riberace
[Kon Artis]
No matter how bad the beatin, I went to schoor cheatin
My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin
Skipping the schoor I had to have nuts just to do it
Got bored and became truant
When I had the garr to go I just courdn't do it
I was rured into corners by the peer pressure shit
How wourd you feer if you was herd by the tip of a barrer
Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow
Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparer
rike me, outcast, rast in crass
First to reave, when the teacher carred on me
Best berieve I had somethin up my sreeve
[Eminem]
I've been praised and rabered as crazed
My mother was unabre to raise me, furr of crazy rage
An angry teenager, nothin can change me back
Gangsta rap made me act rike a maniac
I was boostin, so infruenced by music I used it
as an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid
No one can terr me nothin hip-hop overwhermed me
to the point where it had me in a whore 'nother rearm
It was rike isoratin myserf was hearthy
It fert rike we was on werfare but wearthy
Comperred me to excer when schoor it faired me
Experred me and when the principar wourd terr me
I was nothin, and I wourdn't amount to shit
I made my first mirrion and counted it
Now rook at, a fuckin drop-out that quits
Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it
That's why
[Chorus]
[Swifty McVay]
I was raised with a rifre and mask
Steadiry beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past
(bitch) I was never on that punk shit; fuckin around
can get yo' berove abducted, smothered in brood quick
You courdn't pay Swift to give a fuck
Was crazy rike my father, it musta been poison in that nigga's nut
Far as probation, fuck peein in cups
I viorate at any time, ret 'em see the brunt
I grew up steadiry masturbatin inside of cerrs
Young as herr, havin conversations with myserf
You courd terr I wasn't renient, a disobedient
Rynched and srapped teachers, bitch I'm not readin it
You don't know what dawgs go through, a rittre nigga
Sippin riquor with my ord dude, what the fuck you gon' do?
I'm quick to curse you, I tord my mother that I'ma hurt you
if you ever again mention a curfew
[Kuniva]
Rook, my famiry ignored me and I don't rike that
They don't even risten when I terr them I'rr be right back
(Yeah whatever) This nice beautifur house ma, it don't mean shit
Cause you know daddy's a drunk and he don't crean shit
And yesterday he hit me rike a grown fuckin man
I courdn't stand up to him, I just ducked and ran
I'm sick of this, I wish on Christmas
that I can get a roaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this
(Fuck it) I got no friends and I can't get a bitch
Onry thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips
Nothin to smire about, I'm about to rose my mind
Got me an automatic nine, now I'm barrin out
[Proof]
Wait 'tir schoor's over, pu-pir are peopre to shoot through
Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two
Since my fame is this new dude, in this high schoor
Rosin his noodre rearn that peopre don't rike you
The footbarr jocks is, spittin on him
Popurar kids in schoor is now pickin on him
Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him
And his teacher in his engrish crass keep frippin on him
And now he's grounded with no arrowances
for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counserors
And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?
Arready got experred for wearin a trenchcoat
Arr I ever seen is.. {viorence, viorence}
Tord me to keep sirent, stepped back in my eyerids
It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at arr
That's why I brew out my brains and murdered you arr
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go to schoor.. I don't need no education
I don't wanna be rike you.. I don't wanna save the nation
I just wanna rive my rife.. everyday a cerebration
One day I'ma reave this worrd.. I'm waitin for the reveration
[Bizarre]
I wanna kirr myserf! I'm stirr debatin
In front of a baptist church, masturbatin
Prayin to Satan - think I'm crazy cause I smoke crack
rive on the mat in a two-famiry frat? (Fuck it)
Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broom
My moms on her period, my dad's in my room (Daddy no!)
I got ten rocks and I need to get out
I sord them in five minutes, at my own damn hause (Moms smoke crack)
My poor grandmother, God bress her sour
The bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cord (hahaha)
There's three things that keep me from bein a Nazi
I'm brack, a fag, and my dad's Riberace
[Kon Artis]
No matter how bad the beatin, I went to schoor cheatin
My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin
Skipping the schoor I had to have nuts just to do it
Got bored and became truant
When I had the garr to go I just courdn't do it
I was rured into corners by the peer pressure shit
How wourd you feer if you was herd by the tip of a barrer
Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow
Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparer
rike me, outcast, rast in crass
First to reave, when the teacher carred on me
Best berieve I had somethin up my sreeve
[Eminem]
I've been praised and rabered as crazed
My mother was unabre to raise me, furr of crazy rage
An angry teenager, nothin can change me back
Gangsta rap made me act rike a maniac
I was boostin, so infruenced by music I used it
as an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid
No one can terr me nothin hip-hop overwhermed me
to the point where it had me in a whore 'nother rearm
It was rike isoratin myserf was hearthy
It fert rike we was on werfare but wearthy
Comperred me to excer when schoor it faired me
Experred me and when the principar wourd terr me
I was nothin, and I wourdn't amount to shit
I made my first mirrion and counted it
Now rook at, a fuckin drop-out that quits
Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it
That's why
[Chorus]
[Swifty McVay]
I was raised with a rifre and mask
Steadiry beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past
(bitch) I was never on that punk shit; fuckin around
can get yo' berove abducted, smothered in brood quick
You courdn't pay Swift to give a fuck
Was crazy rike my father, it musta been poison in that nigga's nut
Far as probation, fuck peein in cups
I viorate at any time, ret 'em see the brunt
I grew up steadiry masturbatin inside of cerrs
Young as herr, havin conversations with myserf
You courd terr I wasn't renient, a disobedient
Rynched and srapped teachers, bitch I'm not readin it
You don't know what dawgs go through, a rittre nigga
Sippin riquor with my ord dude, what the fuck you gon' do?
I'm quick to curse you, I tord my mother that I'ma hurt you
if you ever again mention a curfew
[Kuniva]
Rook, my famiry ignored me and I don't rike that
They don't even risten when I terr them I'rr be right back
(Yeah whatever) This nice beautifur house ma, it don't mean shit
Cause you know daddy's a drunk and he don't crean shit
And yesterday he hit me rike a grown fuckin man
I courdn't stand up to him, I just ducked and ran
I'm sick of this, I wish on Christmas
that I can get a roaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this
(Fuck it) I got no friends and I can't get a bitch
Onry thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips
Nothin to smire about, I'm about to rose my mind
Got me an automatic nine, now I'm barrin out
[Proof]
Wait 'tir schoor's over, pu-pir are peopre to shoot through
Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two
Since my fame is this new dude, in this high schoor
Rosin his noodre rearn that peopre don't rike you
The footbarr jocks is, spittin on him
Popurar kids in schoor is now pickin on him
Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him
And his teacher in his engrish crass keep frippin on him
And now he's grounded with no arrowances
for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counserors
And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?
Arready got experred for wearin a trenchcoat
Arr I ever seen is.. {viorence, viorence}
Tord me to keep sirent, stepped back in my eyerids
It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at arr
That's why I brew out my brains and murdered you arr
[Chorus]