D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) Bring our Boys Lyrics:
[IQ] Your fakeness is atrocious post is deep in
your hypnosis then focus roll this and smoke
this like L's of that bomb-ass herb thats
gaurenteed to rock bells a hiphop refugee like
Praswell Travelin citys pimpin babblin biddys
game trump tight and solidified comupterized to
get rid of spies know what I do to guys shootin
and spittin lies I'm banished in exisdence
vanishin any instences brandishin sentences
proovin repentences the only way to see me, dont
miss these me and my crew smoke so many trees
that I piss leaves never _my bitch please but
keep smokin my system, roll blunts it's all tight
on an off night I still smoke like exaust pipes
and bust a universal flow and blow your wig back
like niggas with toupe's drivin a convertable
and further more I run the board your shit is
played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce
back with a bungee cord

[Chorus] Bring your boys in we can bring the
noise in YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN
[repeat 4 times]

[Bizarre] My crew is like a maze put fear like
ex-slaves who wanna step to this microphone and
think that they brave dozen always startin the
fuckin beef I don't care if your from Kansas I'm
killin the fuckin chief back the fuck up I'm
releasin my dumb-dumbs tell your whore stop pagin
me 9 1 1 I'm the star that they call Bizarre
smokin blunts with Mel Far (??) in my brand new
car _wanna see me even if I was in Arizona I'd
still request iced tea Bizarre don't give a shit
about you on top of the mountain ain't nothin
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your bitch-ass crew can do sick emcee that they
call Peter treat your crew like an unexpected
meter reader fuckin more shit than Howard
Corsell Butt-fuckin Jassabells in nasty hotels

[Chorus]

[Proof] How you think your crew sound compared
to this it's the team that your entire clique
scared to diss demandin attention when the glock
sound y'all niggas to be murdered like Jeffery
Daumer on lock down I'm brown like Bobby, pullin
hoe's like whitney Take your title, kill your
moms so you won't forget me lips sealed nigga I
might blow important plots whoever fronts is
gettin done like Micheal Jordan's pops sure I'm
number one translator my fame dirty D y'all
niggas gettin hung like this was 1933 got word of
me now flee cause you don't got a chance death
is 3 easy steps so now we gotta dance so look
away dont play with the style master I love
killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture
lyrically I'm sick, ill everything but sober my
nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked
over

[Eminem] Dirty Dozen is the clique so I ran over
and lit cha ripped the ass right out ya pants
like a Dovermin Pincha like the cobra and ninja
my intentions to injure and prevent ya from
enterin from the edge of my center or get your
muthafuckin pants split at the creases fuckin you
intelectually givin you menatly sexually
transmited diseases my duty is to keep a strange
abard (??) I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard
and this ain't the yard Bringin the noise like a
trigger happy gun slinger droppin your whole
clique with one finger til none linger beware of
my dogs attackin like a pack of Great Danes
chargin like freight trains through the great
plains

[Chorus]
Lyrics: Bring our Boys, D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) [end]