Bring Your Boys D12

[Intro: Bizarre]
Emceeeeeeees, RUN!
Or get hit with my verbal gun!
This mic weighs a ton!
Dozen battles for fun
I'll disrespect you and your crew
Here comes MC Eye-Kyu!

[Verse 1: Eye-Kyu]
Your fakeness is atrocious
Post this deep in yo' hypnosis
Then focus, roll this and smoke this
Like L's of that bomb-ass herb that's guaranteed to rock bells
A hip-hop ReFugee like Prazwell
Travellin' cities pimpin'
Babblin' biddies game trump tight to solidify
Computerized to get rid of spies - know what I do to guys
Shootin' and spittin' lies?
I'm banishin' existance
Just vanish any instances, brandishin' sentences
Provin' repentence is the only way to see me, don't miss these
Me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves
Never bammer bitch please, but keep smoke in my system
Roll blunts- it's all tight
On a off night, I still smoke like exhaust pipes
And bust a universal flow to blow your wig back
Like niggas with toupees drivin' a convertible
And furthermore I run the board
Yo' shit is played
And the way you fell off, you couldn't bounce back with a bungee cord