Infa 1:

niggaz is dead sick yeah i said it 

sayin yall burf'd me 

man yall aint bred shit 

so y yall talkin i aint listenin

"EURF TA CHRIS!!!" 

yall can keep talkin shit

suck my dick fuck wit me 

yall can get touched by a angel

u fuckin' touch me 

itz i was fuckin' touched by a bitch

hell yeah d12 send deadly shotz through e-mail

fast & quick so u c hell and i hope u get caught 

& send u ta jail

real papha da money we gettin' 

and da honey's we dippin

just know their "brainz" will be splittin' 

but they real degenerent

Chi-Town niggaz tell u how real it is 

and who killin' it

like 50 da realist niggz doin' da realist shit

aftha-shock bombz u can be dead and still feel da MID



Proof:

boomin, bouncin, 40 oz.'s, 

homiez bouncin, honey's surruondin us

showz springin, hoes bringin friendz 4 da "D" and "Em" 

itz just me & him

we all up in da place 

it dont matter da race battles & space

D12 Proof of dat exsistz 

cuz no one can resist dis

8mile we shakedown & breakdown niggaz 

& bullshittaz

bull drinkaz click-click sticky finghaz 

porno graphic tactix rapshit 

Eminem got my back on dis



S.Po:

(New York Favorate Rappa) 

i a make u famous 

a gun clap aroun of applause u rappaz

dissolvin' quicka den 

Vanilla Ice's career in rappin

i can pop til im dead 

bitch dont stop til there's no more head

sho more legz no, no fuck ya manz 

u c i knew u fell in love

when u touched da benz 

& clutch da dick wit yo handz

big favaz i like yo 20 diffrent flavaz

NYC u a 10 YC



*need to finish*