Smackdown D12

[Intro: Kon Artis]
Haha, yea, Mr. Porter (D-Twizzy)
That's right muthafuckas we back, say it (D-Twizzy)
You know we came to fuck the game up right? Come on (D-Twizzy)
Say it again, who? (D-Twizzy)

[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
I'm sick of niggas all loud, with they half ass talk
Like we some hoes or something, like our heat don't spark
We ain't Royce mufucka, we don't speak in vain
We don't act like we street, we don't not say names
We don't ask Em to walk us in the door to get a deal
And then turn our back on him when he need his boys for real
You done got dropped by everybody I know
Goon Sqwad, AWOL, and a couple of hoes SO
That's neither here nor there dawg
His first video was shot up in NY y'all
Is this nigga the king of Detroit
Or the king of gettin' his ass whipped and left by his boys?
(I heard his crew was hot) is you serious dawg?
D-Elite? I ain't even gonna speak on y'all
Y'all ain't worth it, half of your boys wear turbans
And Cha Cha's a toss up nigga, keep on purping
I wanna see that lil' nigga Tre one up
I fight him with one arm, tell P to put the gun up
I don't need it, I'm swift on my feet
When wearin orthopedics, tell Kino to stop pagin' me when I'm in meetings
You like Ja Rule takin' ecstasy and speakin', out the side of your neck, nigga
You need to retract statements you made, you reject
JIGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA hahahaha