[Intro]
This is another
D12 Exclusive
[Verse 1: Swifty]
If you say that you hungry, then I ain't concerned
Unless you came in this game with a tapeworm
The phantom of hip-hop, cause this is the doctrine of a madman
And I’m assassinating doctors, no shot treatment is needed
I’m up in the hospital weeded with bloody orthopedics
I’m giving it to innocent people that don’t need it
And I’m exporting you niggas without a heater
Keep them breathin' nut there’s none worthy
If I ain't out murkin' motherfuckers, I’m cold turkey
Or worst thing since Percy
When I was younger, my momma placed me in the dirty nursery
That’s why they labeled me a cursed beast, I’m blood-thirsty
I pop up, unexpectedly like a herpe
I murder you for dirt, cheap
Open up that door like Lurch
And I’m murk the first nigga that I see
When I guillotine, I slit a niggas brain
And slit it till you get rap and signature, my name
The pinnacle of insane, my genitals remain
Bigger then a Afro-Puffs, on cranium arrange
Shit, it’s normal till I end with a gauge
Cut your life short, like an editor with blades
I’m a predator, infrared up in the trees
When I conversate I’ll be shootin' more in a breeze
I breath bitches to their knees
Givin' them stitches with a rusted needle and barb wires
Sealin' their lips I’m justa', opposite of narcoleptic
I breathe darkness, sleepwalker tearing the tees off these hawkers
I throw you hoes in the ocean
And seen it to souls that the air force is exploding with seahorses
Like me, my sorcerist is talking bitchy
This ain't Pulp Fiction, my addiction is torture methods
This is another
D12 Exclusive
[Verse 1: Swifty]
If you say that you hungry, then I ain't concerned
Unless you came in this game with a tapeworm
The phantom of hip-hop, cause this is the doctrine of a madman
And I’m assassinating doctors, no shot treatment is needed
I’m up in the hospital weeded with bloody orthopedics
I’m giving it to innocent people that don’t need it
And I’m exporting you niggas without a heater
Keep them breathin' nut there’s none worthy
If I ain't out murkin' motherfuckers, I’m cold turkey
Or worst thing since Percy
When I was younger, my momma placed me in the dirty nursery
That’s why they labeled me a cursed beast, I’m blood-thirsty
I pop up, unexpectedly like a herpe
I murder you for dirt, cheap
Open up that door like Lurch
And I’m murk the first nigga that I see
When I guillotine, I slit a niggas brain
And slit it till you get rap and signature, my name
The pinnacle of insane, my genitals remain
Bigger then a Afro-Puffs, on cranium arrange
Shit, it’s normal till I end with a gauge
Cut your life short, like an editor with blades
I’m a predator, infrared up in the trees
When I conversate I’ll be shootin' more in a breeze
I breath bitches to their knees
Givin' them stitches with a rusted needle and barb wires
Sealin' their lips I’m justa', opposite of narcoleptic
I breathe darkness, sleepwalker tearing the tees off these hawkers
I throw you hoes in the ocean
And seen it to souls that the air force is exploding with seahorses
Like me, my sorcerist is talking bitchy
This ain't Pulp Fiction, my addiction is torture methods
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