Bizarre

Bizarre - Nuthin' At All lyrics

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(feat. D12)


[Swift]

My .44 be giving lyposuctions

I blow a hole through your stomach open it up you'll be spillin your own guts

I'm a mad man, a walking trash can

You get beat with my bear hands, fuck a last chance

A macmilly will smack you silly

The epitemy of what really can be the definition of misery

I'm never missing im hittin it

I murder mittiney, ??? thumpin and puncturing kidney

They put a nigga on "Ripley's", bitches I ain't working

I'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (nigga)

What a nigga need is a millimeter to eat

Have'em kissing a millipeed or in the street


[Bizarre]

In a fight, I'm first to throw a brick

First to load the clip, first to talk shit

But the last one to split, when the shit get thick

Stupid bitch get hit with the 4.5th

I'm a Ex-??? who fought in Vietnam

Every night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh shit)

My dick so many places, all I do is laugh

Big hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffes

I'm On "Fear Factor" eatin worms and broccoli

Tomato, Mustard, mixed with Guatamali

Strated a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack"

I dj and scratch while he smoke crack


[Chorus: Kon Artis]

Now who want it with (us)

Please don't forget (that)

If you don't it up we taking it

Cuz we don't want y'all to get it twisted at all

D12 don't give a fuck about Nothing At All


Now who fucking with (us)

Please don't forget (that)

If you don't give it up we takin it back

And We don't y'all to get twisted at all

D12 don't give a fuck about nothing at aaaaaaaaaaaall


[Kuniva]

I'm sure ya moma told you, nigga that drugs kill (yeah)

If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs will

Now everybody saying they real and they hug steal (fo' real)

'Till they find'em layin dead in this tub with blood spill

all over the floor, carpet to wall, i'm talking to y'all

you can call your peoples my nigga i'm sparking'em all

Barking at dogs that's bitin for real, starvin and fightin for meal

bizarre got viking and pills

Swift And Denaun ain't likely to chill they hot headed

You a bitch yeah I said it

I bet if god let it happen then it's over

Kuniva's out of his will (yeah)

I just shot up his crib and Knock the snot outta his kids


[Kon Artis]

Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to next life

You in the way and you subject to be one with this knife

I ??? For Bitches life Straight ??? Surgery

y'all run to emergency with an achin urgency

Yeah I'm nice, common courtesy Escourt you to the imfermary

7 mile, Ruyon ave. 'Till they straoght up bury me

You expect us to believe that you scrap and the it cost

When you ??? a 44 dog you lost

And ain't talking 'bout a doggy loss

I'm Talking about a Fuckin puppy when i'm sayin 'bout a doggy loss

I scatter cries when I'm haulin off

mozzeltov a nigga'll cross his head with a bottle of Scotch


[Chorus]


[Proof]

Don't get it twisted nigga we here nigga


Who ever said Scrapping isn't a sport

Got me and bizzy in court, shadowboxing an invisible assault

Proof gon give it to ya raw like O.D.B.

Homey please who better than D-twease and Obie .T (Shady)

Phony G's walkin and talkin, Never cocking a cock gun

Macauly Caulkin, actors we droppin ya coffins

When my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. list Tatted

So ??? from ya neck to ya ass cheek

And actually when murderers ??? my glock ???

Your life is like fat people legs it's not needed

Se how high P is, Steamin in the snow like how P is

D12 we got this biatch


[Chorus]
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