Don’t Try This at Home DJ Butter (Ft. D12 & D-Elite (Rapper))

"You Have Agreed, Not To Try This At Home. Anything Else"

[Proof]
Who am I?
I'm a passenger in a stolen Nova I blast at ya
Smokin' more blacks than apartheid wars in Africa
I'll ?? out the martyrs for beef
Rest in peace alot of you reef(?) designing your grief
By snatchin' your brother, smackin' your lover
Paralyzing your cousins, smokin' your mother's husbands
A dozen chosen showguns to shotguns
Roll up on you with no guns but still pop one
I bomb like napalm from the curb to your house
And "Please God" the last words out ya mouth
No affiliates, just dogs and troops
Most find death through the morgue and roots
All who choose to beef, I bring spatulas
Flip it and throw it back at ya, so bring your gat with ya
Spectacular murder manufacturer, fuck vernacular
Only heaters talkin, I'm trappin ya just to flattin ya
Hop in the accura, roll up on the back of ya
Chill out in 5, and then them niggas act alive
I smoke branches from off the tree tops
I hang with real niggas, PA's, PK's and Pete Rock
Y'all niggas with pre-ops, spill blood on Reeboks
Don't discriminate blast atrookies on the ewok
Your streetforce envolves just for excitement
Like if you wasn't you never heard of indictment
I sum it up quick so that you can understand me
Fuck you, your crew, your bitch and your whole family