Nuthin’ at All Bizarre (Ft. D12)

[Verse 1: Swift]
My .44 be giving liposuction
I blow a hole through your stomach open it up you'll be spillin your own guts
I'm a mad man, a walking trash can
You get beat with my bare hands, fuck a last chance
A mac-milli will smack you silly
The epitome of what really can be the definition of misery
I'm never missing I'm hittin' it
I murder mittiney, curb stompin' and puncturing kidney
They put a nigga on "Ripley's", bitches I ain't working
I'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (nigga)
What a nigga need is a millimeter to eat
Have'em kissing on millipedes all in the street

[Verse 2: Bizarre]
In a fight, I'm first to throw a brick
First to load the clip, first to talk shit
But the last one to split, when the shit get thick
Stupid bitch get hit with the 4-5th
I'm an Ex-con who fought in Vietnam
Every night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh shit)
My dick so many places, all I do is laugh
Big hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffes
I'm On "Fear Factor" eatin' worms and broccoli
Tomato, Mustard, mixed with Guatamali
Started a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack"
I dj and scratch while he smoke crack