[Proof] Yo,(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) Hey, yo turn the heads and the mics up We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin' (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) Super MC, you know what I mean Bugz (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA), Dirty and all that, all that shit You know what I'm sayin', Desperados with the cars, Eminem! [Eminem] Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big Lincoln Till it went over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids I'ma go for your mids Here's a body blow for your ribs While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib Unless she told me a fib Then I'm gonna have both of ya get did Burning incense, facing a murder sentence Under intent, for investigation for killing infants While I sit in padded rooms doing 'shrooms Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her... [Proof] Ay yo Proceed to list em, there's no need to diss em The Herry Heathen, destroy your whole breathing system Twist em like beer caps, who wants to hear that Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my track preserve tha grave Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake i'll kill you slow like AID's infested nuts I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested sluts Calling me your bitch nigga? you need to stop Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped I'm cut throat when any track runs, conscious when i smack nuns It's the rough neck that makes Muslims run and pack guns I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa You tried to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!" Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow Shoot down your mother ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!) No pro wanna go knuckle blades with the renegade Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and trampled your flow Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it The best part of your show is when you put my name in it My squad be, godly, fearin shit hardly So I hope when I'ma die, I dope like Chris Farley Fuck that [Bugz] Who run shit, watch these drums hit You dove head first into some old dumb shit Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit Ask your girl, she knows the scoop "don't fuck with Bugz bitch" I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly niggas is who you run with Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And there's not a damn one that I can't out-wit I admit, that my style is unfit For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit Like I commit arsony, get harm quick You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit (BITCH!) Now who the nit-wit wanna come get with This egotistic, hip-hop fundamental-istic Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep e
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