The Underground EP

[Bizarre]<br>Emceeeeeeees.. RUN!<br>Or get hit with my, verbal, gun!<br>This mic weighs a ton!<br>Dozen battles for fun..<br>I`ll disrespect you, and your crew<br>Here comes MC.. IQ!<br><br>[IQ]<br>Yo` fakeness is atrocious, post this, deep in yo` hypnosis<br>Then focus, roll this and smoke this<br>like L`s of that bomb-ass herb that`s guaranteed to rock bells<br>A hip-hop ReFugee like Prazwell; travellin cities pimpin<br>babblin biddies game trump tight to solidify<br>Computerized to get rid of spies - know what I do to guys<br>shootin and spittin lies? I`m banishin existance<br>Just vanish any instances, brandishin sentences<br>Provin repentence is the only way to see me, don`t miss these<br>Me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves<br>Never bammer bitch please, but keep smoke in my system<br>Roll blunts, it`s all tight, on a off night<br>I still smoke like exhaust pipes<br>and bust a universal flow to blow your wig back<br>Like niggaz with toupees, drivin a convertible<br>And furthermore I run the board; yo` shit is played<br>And the way you fell off you couldn`t bounce back with a bungee cord<br><br>[Chorus 4X: Bizarre]<br>Bring your boys and, we can bring the noise and<br>YOU DON`T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN!<br><br>[Bizarre]<br>My crew is like amazed, put in fear like ex-slaves<br>Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they BRAVE?<br>Dozen always startin the fuckin beef<br>I don`t give a fuck if you from Kansas, I`m still the fuckin +CHIEF+<br>Back the fuck up I`m releasin my dum-dums<br>Tell your whore stop pagin me, 9-1-1<br>I`m a star that they call Bizarre<br>Smokin blunts with Mel Farr in my brand new car<br>The nigga (?) write rhyme wanna see me<br>If I was in Arizona, I`d still request iced tea<br>Bizarre don`t give a shit about you<br>On top of the mountain - ain`t nuttin your bitch-ass crew can do<br>Sick MC that they call Peter<br>Treat your crew like an unexpected, meter reader<br>Talkin more shit than Howard Cosell<br>Butt-fuckin Jezebels in nasty hotels<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Proof]<br>How you think yo` crew sound, compared to this?<br>It`s the team that yo` entire clique scared to diss<br>Demandin, attentions when the glock sound<br>Y`all niggaz to be murdered like Jeffery Dahmer`s on lock down<br>I`m Brown like Bobby, pullin hoes like Whitney<br>Take your title kill your moms - so you won`t forget me<br>Lips sealed; nigga, I might blow important plots<br>Whoever front is gettin done like Michael Jordan pops<br>Yo I`m number one translator, mic famed Dirty D<br>Y`all niggaz gettin hung like this was 1933<br>Got word of me now flee, cause you ain`t got a chance<br>Death is three easy steps so now we gotta dance<br>So look away don`t play with the style master<br>I love killin beef, so I kill a whole cow pasture<br>Lyrically I`m sick ill, everything but sober<br>Ny nickel-plate, pack the disc-tray<br>Jack and fool get fucked over - BRING IT!<br><br>[Eminem]<br>Dirty Dozen is the clique so walk right over and lynch ya<br>Rip the ass right out ya pants like a Doberman Pinscher<br>Like the Cobra and Ninja, my intention`s to injure<br>And prevent ya from enterin from an inch of my center<br>Or get your motherfuckin pants split at the creases<br>Fuckin you intellectually;<br>givin you mental sexually transmitted diseases<br>My duty is to keep a stranger barred<br>I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard, and this ain`t the yard<br>Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger<br>Droppin your whole clique with one finger `til none linger<br>Beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of Great Danes<br>Chargin like freight trains through the great plains<br><br>[Chorus]