"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the 

Galaxy Club where theres a freestyle superfly fresh contest going 

on tonight. If you got the skills you better get your hiphop ass 

on down here, cause we got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel" 

(The fuck... fucks... trying to freestyle... oh, I'll be down there. 

Yeah, I got something for all these muthafuckas down there. Yeah.) 





Mortification is my next demonstration 

I'd ask you for a light pumping gas at the station 

Heres my situation: I hate many people 

So I hear no evil say no evil just like Kanieval 

Leave you headless, bloody mess 

Like you was ridin a Ducati 

Ladey Dahdey 

Broke every bone in your body, I'm not sorry 

I'll probably murder you, voices tellin me do what he say 

"Kill the DJ! Fuck what he play! Mayday Mayday!" 

BOOM BOOM, blood's all over the room 

I fucked your bitch like a witch with the broom 

Dooms-day, murderers say, 

"All y'all must pay when the buck shots spray!" 

Who wants to challenge me? 

Grab the mic and bust your rap 

But then I'm a just go grab my strap and just commence to bustin caps 

Leaving bodies piled up in freestyle clubs. Fuck! 

You better make room! BOOM like what! 



WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM 

WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM 



Killers run up in this bitch, start bustin off shots 

Hitting mirror balls, lazer lights, and people on the top 

I'm lookin for the DJ 'cause he dont see it my way 

I'm 'bout to blow him out his headphones and spin some abk 

I'm like a Molitove cocktail breaking on your wall 

I'm setting shit off, I'll blow your lid off, your body fall 

You dont need aluminol, I'm leavin blood everywhere 

And I'm aiming for the head and hair of everybody there 

I'm like a grasshopper quick to jump, I'm spreading my wings 

You say the wicked shit'll die, I say you faggots seeing things 

And all you bitches know: I'm gangsta. Dont ask me to dance 

I might straight panic, pull the gat, and blow your pussy out your pants 

It's the wicked shit. It's E and J. It's hotter than Hell 

And every Devil's Night, we hunt them down and slaughter D12 

I take the moosegun and shot your butt and blow it out your back 

Turn and face the camera, "Where your hatches at?" 

Throw em up y'all 



WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM 

WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM 



Make room 

Guess who coming in? 

Grab my gun again 

They told me he was one of them 

So i done him in 

A killer's on the hunt again 

Smoke my blunt again 

Fatality finished him - I won again 

Repentance, my vengence, so I'm not sentenced a hundred years 

It's burning my ears, and blood is mixed with my tears, fears 

My styles gets rid of this, drive-by's and wheelchairs 

All you see is smoke in the air cause we dont care. 



WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM 

WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM