Dirty, Filthy, Rotten, Scoundrels – D12 – letras

ShitShane Capone… the idiotic BizarreSpit in your face[Bizarre]Shut the fuck up, before your ass get knockedIt’s hard to talk, with a gun in your mouthDirty Dozen, nothin’ but bad newsFuck a bitch in the ass with a rubber Hush just usedFuck the pain, I don’t give a shitTie me up and beat my ass cheek with hockey sticks(uh! « you’re sick ») I don’t give a damnSmokin’ crack with Michael Jackson in the ???? ???programBlaow, blaow! You hear this loud soundFuckin’ the engineer’s wife while he’s mixin’ my songsdownWalkin’ up in the elementary, lookin’ like a bumWatch some kid yell « He’s got a gun! »I’m the shadiest nigga here to come out the Dirty DozDo a song with you and tell people how wack your versewas(« Shit’s wack! ») I’m laid back like John Forte’Who got a screwdriver so me and my girl can haveforeplay?CHORUSWe some dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrelsDirty, filthy, rotten scoundrelsDirty, filthy, rotten scoundrelsDirty, filthy, rotten scoundrelsDirtyyyyyy, filthyyyyyy, rottennnn, scoundrelsDirtyyyyyy, filthyyyyyy, rottennnn, scoundrels[Swift]We walk around this bitch triflin’Quick to sock a nigga while we cipherin’Rubber gloves, Black man rifled in my right handsWatchin’ rappers dash like hyphensBurnin’ y’all without the TetracyclineI’ma let your set know, I can get drunker than JethroJust to run up on you, and crack you with this ????Smash your vehicle, snatch your key and goYou niggaz think you got somethin’ to say, let me knowDon’t bite your tongue, fuck itRappers switch subjectsWhen I’m steppin’ in they company, them hoes don’t getbudgetsSnatchin’ briefcases with your hundredsPackin’ heat just in case you want it (nope)Bodies in abundanceI have no feelings, tell you the truth – I’m known,bitchI’m lettin’ loose any affiliate you run withSo pack your gun quick (nigga), ’cause I’ma let youknowYou ain’t got a bone to pick with me, bitch I fuck so[Hush]Aiyo I’m iller than a white rapper usin’ the wordnigga (WHAT!?)Got a conflict with my dick like Dirk DigglerBecame sick in the brain since Bugz’s deathWhoever did it, I’m a bust a nose, slugs is leftI’m harder than my dick when I’m watchin’ my firstpornIll enough to kill your wife while she’s havin’ herfirst bornLeavin’ the hospital, in a voice just like BeavisScreamin’ « I need some! » while I’m holding up a fetusSpittin’ the hot shit, nickname is Godzilla (ugggh!)Natural born, undercover cop killaOn the reala, yo, you’re just an enemyBout to come up missing like a second John KennedyTry to gamble with Swift, muthafucka the bet’s onLet Shane fuck your bitch while Bizarre jacks offHush, I’m crushing rappers while I’m somersaultingbackwardsBustin’ nuts up in your mattresses, says nobody abetter rapperChorus[Shane Capone]What you motherfuckas want, red dots when I pull itUnless your name’s Pac, you ain’t shakin’ five bulletsAnymore, we hustle for cheddar, cheese, and mayoQuick to hit your city up with more felonies than JayoWe got murder for hire, all it takes is a callWe leave you slumped over in the suburbs like BiggieSmallsVenomous lyrics, spittin’ shit like pipe bombsLeave your maggot brain, hangin’ out the frame likeEshamWe some Dirty, FilthyBut y’all ain’t feelin’ this shitWe cummin’ sicker than a syphilis dickWhen we spit, somebody find PuffGo tell him we got Jennifer hostageWe gon’ rape this little bitch, ain’t none of y’allstoppin »Cause we raw doggin’ these bitches and they assholewith ageHell naw, this ain’t range, but I got pistols on beretBig Capone up in this bitch like the return of theliving deadAnd have your white born bloody sheets and a horse upin your bedAin’t no freestyle rapper, but I play for Bugz withoutno problemHave you stand around, look and dance, fucked likeDennis RodmanIf you didn’t want this muthafuckin’ rap game twistedYou should have never let Detroit listed (muthafucka)Chorus