6 Reasons D12

[Verse 1: Proof]
They wish that they could bear me, black, D12 standing back
No planning that, Def methods, we got a hand in that
Whoever run this shit, you get a jammed knee cap
Make the healthy kids in your fam handicapped
You a fan of rap? My clan attack your school, home, your bitch house
Pull my nine milli: you gon' die with your fist out
I'm here in this; it's over with. Venomous as cobra spit
Drunken dialect; we're aggressive sober, bitch
My bionic fires demolish your larynx
Demonic as tainted chronic. Impossible to hold down like vomit
Mics, I palm it. Your state, I'll bomb it
Like terrorists that's Islamic. I enter your atmosphere like a comet
The new god of rap: call me 'Nigga Thor'
Snap your back when I slap your ass in a figure-four
From miles around they can feel it's lethal
I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang look like the Village People
No sequel. The general with the sinner style
Abort your mind-state and kill your inner child

[Verse 2: Bizarre]
It's been a while since you bitch-niggas heard of me
Cause the last six months I been doing R&B
But now I'm on some sick shit; niggas better duck quick
You don't know who you're fucking with; I'll leave you niggas breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue hummer
You a bitch: scared to shoot like Lindsay Hunter
Don't need to be a father cause I'm just to illmatic
I'll probably poison my kids like flowers in the alley
Fuck your anorexic, neglects it, fuck a Lexus
I'm doing drive-bys on fusion BMXs