CANTANTE: D12

TITULO:Chance To Advance

*gunshots* *screaming*
[proof]
Pah pow! straight off the corral
now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
incest without the texas six-shooter
body-bullet polluter perverted intruder
now who the fuck wanna buck with the disease that's diss eased
i got a bitch named trigger my main squeeze
will make your brain freeze
dirty d is dope like cane trees
[eiy kyu]
remain eased
maintain chill status with no pause
add slugs to your cabbage to turn your dome to cole slaw
my only thought of survival before my arrival
i'm jumpin' out on niggas like i'm 5-0
smack 'em up like a pack o' triflin' fly hoes
any opportunity to mangle i never pass up
fuckin' your clique with broomsticks face down ass up
dirty dozen packin' the shit to turn your chest red
with that dick in your mouth fuckin' everything you just said
[eminem]
yeah yeah bitch
comin' to a block near you is dirty dozen
nasty like a stank slut bitch with 30 husbands
when i was five i was already fuckin'
and playin' x-rated cassettes and teddy ruxpin
i used to walk up and down the block cussin'
locked in youth homes at 6 for glock bustin' *pow*
i grew up with knot ballers who got dollars
shock collars with guns and rottweilers
[bizarre]
by any means necessary i'm on a killing spree
it's the devil in me untoxicated with wild 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 her "sugar pie, honey bunch"
diss bizarre kid, that ain't the answer
you're more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat with fuckin' cancer
[chorus]
here's your chance to advance
get in your stance
i'll shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
here's your chance to advance
get in your stance
i'll shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
here's your chance to advance
get in your stance
i'll shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
here's your chance to advance
get in your stance
i'll shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
[bizarre]
locked in the studio boy i don't wanna mingle
smokin' lsd workin' on lou roff's new single
who's the big guy that's quick like sugar ray
fuck calgon bitch bizarre might take you away
give up the pussy cuz i know you a freak
replacin' your hamster in a week cuz my crew gots to eat
date raping anorexic girls in my beat up car
(hold up bizarre you're takin' that shit too far)
but i can't stop cuz my brains ain't there
[eminem]
bust a nut then dump that bitch in lake sinclair
your mistakes ain't rare your rap style annoys
you rhyme 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 leavin' you smashed on tar roads
flat line like bar codes
[eiy 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 steppin' like one-legged fraternities
quickdraw mcgraw bka eye-kyu
puttin' something inside you leavin' holes that i see right through
for anyone obstructing my view my art of attack
is slugs to your chest that'll blow your heart out your back
makin' sure you get fed with a whole lotta lead
then throw you off of the ambassador bridge and scream "drop dead"
[proof]
largely i'm out to stack equations without a tax evasion
make moms say "that's amazin'" all the same like black and asian
my pack evasion attack a stage and
roll plush like a cadillac
i wish your fleet would try to battle rap
or make a man bleed like a cattle pack stampede
frontin' cosign my hands bleed
think to recognize like sam sneed
my trey eight dispose ya
froze ya click *boom*
another classic closure
the death master out to blast ya
my team runs shit from the d-e side down to lasher
past the...norm, my crew swarm
molest the children of the corn dirty d til infinity now bring it on
[chorus]
here's your chance to advance
get in your stance
i'll shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
here's your chance to advance
get in your stance
i'll shoot the holster off your cowboy pants bitch
here's your chance to advance
get in your stance
i'll shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
here's your chance to advance
get in your stance
i'll shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
[proof]
you motherfuckers can die....yo, heh heh heh
ayo, i shake the world...yes yes....yes yes