D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) Cock and Squeeze Lyrics:
[Bugz] Gimme some hash and when i trip nigga
gimme ya mask then after that lend me your mack
and gimme your cash that precious thing you call
a life ill put an end to fast get in your ass if
you want have to leave and eagle mack (??) you
want a see-through class dont take much to read
you class bitch you broke as fuck and on the bus
cuz your Regal smashed this shit is lethal _
battle me i keep you mad put you in a sleeper
,drag your ass to the reaper's pad either _ or
feel the wrath of my heater that lyric punches
makin meters blast on your speaker rack crib,
club or anywhere where theres people at they love
my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours
at your girl's a rat tell that ho im not gonna
beep her back dont need her black got too many
other needer-rats who heater fat (??) i bet your
gal aint fuckin with my gat im holdin lyrics
sendin vocals at you locals cat gone black your
more whack than a gold sack you shown dat when
you flowed that's a known fact clone rap suck a
MC broad need to pick another field, go out and
find you a job or either go out and rob because
rappin' aint to function you out of place, like
a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades
while my innovative ways set your lyrics to a
blaze put a grimace on ur grave im in the
Guiness on a page of history puttin sucka niggaz
out they misery its not a mystery my victories
are bodacious it wouldn't matter if the judge is
racist and i was battling your aces in your
bitches bassment im un-fuckwitible thats literal
face it, the general with senses of a senitle
holdin on my genitals right before i send tha
fo's (fools) down the earth like minerals even
after centerfolds in videos, my ego goes in
cagnito hoes from mosquito rolls mean and biter
i hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita you
aint no writer it still dont even have a spider
Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into
fighters yea yea bitch ya muthaphukkin biter
Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen dont fuck
wit us
Detroit niggaz roll deep hold heat and talk
slick yea yea bitch stay off my dick
[Kon Artis] i should tie you up and keep cuttin
u wit a knife and sit you in the alcohol bath for
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/GA8 ]the night and watch you strugglin strainin squeal
for your life dump a radio bumpin your demo when
your bad for da life thats what i take from you
meet u in fake humble attack your foundation
until it crumble its me and my dog be on stumble
(??) go _but stayin in tha right mind just to
blaze a track to _or fake individuals that rap
screamin up your bootleg like they scared and shit
knowin that tha Kon Artis come prepared with
clips fuller then male scriptures you watch u
take pictures notes and write down quotes and how
i rap and get witcha told u niggaz before we got
much to gain nothin to lose, curuptin the lives
of all rules tie em' up and put him in situations
to hurt him tie him up to trees and shoot
poisonous darts at him with venom in it to murder
him servin' him right D.P. Kon Artis, swervin
tonite we rock from state to state and city to
city you make a siss like a faggot tryin on
silicon tities and nobody wanna size D bra _die
wit side shit give it to y'all glit caught raw
(??) raw raw raw raw raw
Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen dont fuck
wit us
Detroit niggaz roll deep hold heat and talk
slick yea yea bitch stay off my dick
[Proof] I turn a hard nigga yellow and make his
ass faster than a cheetah don't blaze no blunts
but i blaze them thangs amaze ya gang wit
bullets i rattle your frame whos that_ stay
suburban tusslin' playin dat 3 digits before
cusslin (??) bustin twin glocks on your block
yellin my name loud puttin rhymes inside your
mailbox infared dots BLAHW caught your
dreadlocks waitin for tha cops and tell him that
ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac hot lead to
flesh shot, bled to death like Red and Meth You
need to Hoop Up Soup Up for battlin war that on
the more i spattle ur horse got battle dates on
your tour show up on you battle on ur encore _
wit dis shit on ur mic grip, you might slip hang
it up hit like Sonny _ peace to _ rock til the
early morn' this shit is on i got da problem
fiend fiend problems my crew mugshot D12 uglier
than the green goblin i bring fear too horror,
near u a fact why nobody wanna hear u your whack
bitch! what the fuck you thought would happen?
when bullets start collapsin your frame maintain
or bring pain freestyle fanatic named Pete fresh
off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat MC
the extrordinair steppin on ur bunyan screamin 7
mile bitch eastside come from Runyan hold down
your fort snort like cocaine Richard Pryor i
clap more clips than a liver squire (??)
yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought y'all
niggaz get caught like saught im incredible like
the hulk why settle for _nigga P-R the letter
"O" my sex is hetero cash checks like
federal yo hedero bitch!
Lyrics: Cock and Squeeze, D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) [end]