[Verse 1: Eminem]

C'mon ya'll look there's six of us
Y'all right now are in the midst of us
In the mix with us with Tim Westwood
Y'all can't step to us ya'll just should
Shut your damn mouth, I can not cuss
So damn is the worst word that I can say outta my mouth
So when I do this fool this rhyme is fluid
Spittin like ammunition when I go to it
I hop to it
It ain't hip hop is it?
Yes it is y'all need to pay us a visit
We're D12 reason it ain't just D6
Cause when we stomp you it feels like 12 of us knees licks
And it goes like that, everybody know, yo, give us the mic back

[Verse 2: Proof]

Ay yo, listen I will come at you with mines
Run at you with nines
Coat snatcher for dimes
I'm the Punisher with rhymes
Call us ginsu
Any b, you get cut through
You put the f in fantast[ic]
I put the f in [fuck you]
1/6th a partner d12's darker
With hearts I hate as pure as Author
Cerebral is sharper
All six seeds keen as Peter Parker
This is the area 9 sparker
Race through a stage like a wild boar
My style of war
Even worse than Bizarre snore
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I'm a shark that makes battlin into an art
I'm true wit a pen, my category a few would be in
Don't matter if you anglo, mulatto or nubian
Make the strong fall
Ride on a long haul
Beat up my last girl 'cause she sucked the wrong ball
All y'all MC's whether friend or foe
Playin' it low, I'm plannin to blow ya leg with mo'
With thoughts that make due I penetrate you
You have dreams of beatin' me your alarm clock'll wake you
Hate you, erase your face and disgrace you
Spray your filet, and then just lace you doe
My style is ratchet with the sin
Most of ya'll are like homos, Why?
Cause you gon' catch it in the end
[Verse 3: Eminem]

Yo
I'll prolly' stir up so much shit in Europe
I say a bad word and mess the whole tour up
Y'all don't wanna mess with me, it ain't ya destiny
Like child, I'm never wild when I'm riled up off a black and mild
You runnin' to me? I'ma punish you if you ever gun at me
Any MC, who try to step to this I'm like the exorcist, yo watch my neck just twist
Back and forth when I smack you across, your face if you try to say anything this way
Yo, but I got down with Dr. Dre, now I'm rich, bitch, I live a block away from him, ya'll can't say nothin, ya'll can't say ish
Fff, shh, suck my ihh
Yea ya'll don't wanna' say it when I display it when I kick this rhyme everytime and convey it

[Verse 4: Proof]

Any mic I baby sit it, I stay the illest, I play with phyllis
Send you to Marvin Gay gun ville-is
I kill what I can on dry land a minute of my hand will kill an innocent bystand
No ER you need CPR after watchin the VCR of me sittin their beatin your ma'
Fuck sex, I'm a Tec shooter, mind full of crime just like Lex Luther
A poisonous trooper, kill your baby mama's friend so your son won't have any boys inside his future
Fuck Paul Moody for trynna' dis Em, so I'm a diss him and that fool that kissed Kim
Just In! Important News Flash, girls can't keep their tongues off Proof's ass
I'm too fast, with the crazy methods
Fuck with you? Don't shit on you, no that's Shady Records
Here it is when i flow back and bust contracts, freestyle off that, the battleaxe
I splash your vision like cataracts, yo I snatch a mac out his cadillac
Now your whole team is trynna' battle back, or do a battle rap, we into none of that, rude boy
Don Dada', I snatch a wrap and doesn't make peanut butter, see what utter, style we impose
Y'all hoes can't flow, and that's the way it go, P-R to the O, and that spells PRO
Add an O to the F, pro of fuckin your hoe, oops, did I cuss?

[Verse 5: Kon Artis]

Yo
I was born with these devilish ways
Manic depressin' with punk ways and syphillis aids from humpin babes
Inside of caves, I got it made?
Stop lyin' to me chick, you just wanna get laid
I been wildin' out since the fifth grade
I been had a fetish for switchblades, huh?
Look what the hell Detroit done conceived
And man with more schemes than the teeth in the mouth of Mateen Cleaves

Best believe we did it D-1-2 counts and your out
Without, Detroit rock city, shifty, gritty
Tempt me or piss Ilift thee ten feet
High enough to start a riot up, without Friar Tuck, I'm wired up
Yup yup, ask Teddy, the law run fast when they see me lickin' my machete

[Verse 6: Proof]
A lot of MC's be scared of Duvall, like they got a house, a wife, two kids and a dog
So ask you self, who stay folding the bank?
Who stay in the handcuffs and who stay in the holdin tank?
Who stay in the beefs? who stay in the streets?
And he goes to strip clubs just to play with his meat
Yo its Big Proof ya'll, ain't nothin fabricated
Your whole image to me is over-exaggerated

Who call us the Dick 12, when I spit shells?
They stop, duck and roll just to get shells
That's how I feel, you plastic, I light up a mag clip faster than your mom light up a glass dick
And that's it
My team consist of crackers and blacks with the green packers with straps, you get smacked with gats
Backwards when I attack nerds who use these words before i know that
Flow that, catch pictures without that Kodak, slow that, roll down homeboy you beefin'?
You got what reason? when i turn into DH the Dirty Harry, a n***a make your ass become late
As in living and breathing... who's jumpin in so I can stop doing this freestyle receiving?

[Verse 7: Eminem]
Somebody save em, i swear i'm leavin' you in the receiving room, two tubes your breathing through
Ya'll don't wanna stop this it ain't even true, if you try to eff with us then were leavin you
In the, mother effin, is what i wanna' say so bad but i can't so i'm steppin'
To this mic with, something that I recite that's a little bit clean
But fuck it I'm mean, when i kick this shit like a guillotine
I kick a iller scene I'm bound to kill a teen
Slim Shady in your illest dreams your kids worst nightmare, yea hold it right, yea
Hold the beat there, right there, the snare, and the drum kick
Ya'll are dumb sick, ya'll need to get off my diiiiiuuchhk

[Verse 8: Kuniva]

It's understood that it ain't all good, these rappers couldn't hang with me if they came from Rosewood
That's where the cops come, rappers get pistol whipped with shotguns
Until the handles broken or til the barrell's smokin'
You rap challengers, get pushed off of banisters
It's unavoidable like anvil's droppin on toon characters
I ain't feelin ya so why you actin like a cinema
Messed around and got in some shit like enema, spillin ya cap
Killin ya rap, peelin ya back like crash collisions a bad decision to react
I be the homegrown black, hooded up, devious
Rough rap constructor, unpredictable genius
Cowardly lyin ass rappers get left spleenless
State of mind is demonic and i'm still fiendin'
[?] sent from hellfire so you can't extinguish
Pluckin all you crab mc's off my penis


[Verse 9: Swifty McVay]
They don't wanna beef, i love scuffles
I won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles
380's penetrate, you hoes buckle, you done crossed my line like interstate so..
I do what you can't do, rappers get trampled
When i'm strapped like bamboo, you get clear like samples
I'm wreckin it, From Detroit to Netherlands
See it's evident, all you rappers would never win
You need to get a fat ass book for self defense
See your health's at risk, you get smoked like cigarettes
Keep it cool bro
You wouldn't like me when i'm upset, scratchin your nose can be a threat
It's true dog, i wipe you out the blue with a nine milly
Slappin you silly, leave rappers flatter than lilly
Pads and its really
Sad how the kill me
Thinkin that they fresh, but ha!
I'm not feeling


[verse 10: Kuniva]
Plans, power movements, i'm on some rude shit
I'm gittin' prodigy, for his SP, slap him and tell him that Keith Murray sent me
Since he blocked down i'ma shoot till the Glocks empty
Invite Lil' Kim to my record release party, and Foxy Brown too, just to get beef started
Cold hearted, come to your show and bogart it, blast guns blindfolded and tell cops i'm retarded
Went to the lyricist lounge
And seen cage
Poured my piss down his throat
Then told him i had AIDS
Master P asked me to do a song with him, as long as Super Shock ain't rappin, nigg i'm with it
Told my Runyon Ave n***a's i'd make em proud by butt fuckin every hoe in Destiny's Child
Seen Toto at a mobile, told Puffy it was over cause Faye signed to my label for a Range Rover
My brains sober but i still can't think, because i keep seein Kelly Price in a black bikini
Or something like that it was a topless thingy, i told her get naked let me fuck her while she's singing