D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) Chance to Advance Lyrics:
[Gun shots followed by screaming]

[Proof:] Pow-pow! Straight off the corral Now,
the dirtiest street vet from the mile Is vexed
without the techs and six shooter Body bullet
polluter, perverted intruder Now who the, fuck
wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased I
got a bitch named trigger, my main-squeeze will
make your brain freeze Dirty D is dope like cane

[Eye-Kyu:] Remained eased, maintain chill status
with no pause Hot slugs to your carriages, turn
your dome to coleslaw My only thought is survival
before my arrival I'm jumping out on niggas like
I'm 5-0 Smack 'em up like a pack of trifling fly
hoes Any opportunity to mangle I never pass up
Fucking your clique with broom sticks - face down,
ass up Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your
chest red With our dick in ya mouth, fucking
everything you just said

[Eminem:] Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a block
near you is Dirty Dozen Nasty like a stank, slut
bitch with 30 husbands When I was 5 I was already
fuckin' And playing X-rated cassettes in Teddy
Ruxpin I used to walk up and down the block
cussin' Locked in youth homes at 6 with glocks
bussin' I grew up with not ballers, who got
dollars Shot callers with guns and Rotwillers

[Bizarre:] By any means necessary I'm on a
killing spree It's the devil in me, intoxicated
with brown Hennessy Beware life ain't fair and I
don't care Cher braids my hair while her kids are
in day-care Two blunts and I'm out for lunch
Your whore said I'm here "Sugar pie, honey
bunch" This Bizarre kid, that ain't the
answer You're more uncomfortable than an anorexic
cat with fucking cancer

[Chorus:] Here's your chance to advance Get in
your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy
pants Here's your chance to advance Get in your
stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance
I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
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Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance
I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

[Bizarre:] Back from the studio boy, I don't
wanna mingle Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths
new single Who's the big guy who's quick like
Sugar Ray Fuck Calgon bitch, Bizarre might take
you away Give up the pussy cause I know you a
freak ?? in a week, cause my kids got to eat
Date raping anorexic girls in my beat-up car
(Hold up Bizarre, you taking that shit too far!!!)
but I can't stop cause my brains ain't there

[Eminem:] Bust a nut then drop that bitch in
Lake St. Clair Your mistakes ain't rare, your rap
style annoys You rap like a bitch plus I can't
stand your voice Bitch you suck, you whack as
fuck, eat a dick You need a brick upside your
dome, we be the clique Runnin' you down in
carloads Leaving you smashed down on tar roads,
flat line like barcodes

[Eye-Kyu:] Put up your guard hoes, I'm blazing
heat the way we speak Not even Nike could cover
these amazing feats Burning rappers eternally,
internally and externally For half stepping like
one-legged fraternities Quickdraw McGraw, AKA
Eye-Kyu Putting something inside you, leaving
holes that I see right through For anyone
obstructing my view, my art of attack Is slugs
through your chest, that'll blow your heart out
your back Making sure you get fed, with a whole
lot of led And throw you over the Ambassador
Bridge and scream "Drop Dead!"

[Proof:] Largely, I'm out to stack equations,
without a tax-evasion Make moms say "That's
amazing," all the same like black and Asian
My pack evasion, attack a stage and you blush like
a Cadillac, I wish your fleet would try to battle
rap, Or make a man bleed, like a cattle pack
stampede Front and co-sign my hands leave Think
to Recognize like Sam Sneed My ?? dispose ya,
froze ya, another classic closure The
death-master out to blast ya My team runs shit,
from from the D E side, down to last ya Past the,
norm, my crew swarm, molest the children of the
corn Dirty D 'till infinity, now bring it on

[Chorus:] Here's your chance to advance Get in
your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy
pants Here's your chance to advance Get in your
stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance
I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance
I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Lyrics: Chance to Advance, D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) [end]