D12 - Beat Goes On Ft. Slaughterhouse & D.K. (2011) | Текст песни

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• Beat Goes On Ft. Slaughterhouse & D.K. (2011)

[Verse 1: D.K.]
Hey yo, how wonderful, they go by and listen
If you don't like it, cut it fucking off and stop bitching
Oh, still there? I guess you're liking the listen
I'm not beefin' with ya, how could I beef with a chicken?
Hey, you motherfuckers are guessin' if I'm high, ya, I was poppin' pills in the kitchen
Now you thinkin', what the fuck do you think the guys thinkin'?
Was it dripping off the pocket pussy, that he was licking
Hey! My homie (?) gon' kill me, then bring me ya body
Cause when I'm squeezing, it's easy to cause a tsunami
I be on the semen givin' babies, while mommy behind me
So when you walk by me watch a (?) make (?)
Fo-shizzle my nizzle, this shizzle is wizard to high
That's my homie Kuniva, he's fuckin' this girl in her body
Man it makes me sick when you tell me to keep it clean
It's make me wanna cuss more, like Mel Gibson (?)

[Hook]
And The beat goes on, and the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
Now SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Check, around dudes that keep hollerin' for more smoke
Talk slicker, end up with your jaw broke
I always had to be different by law though
Niggas had guns, I was carrying a crossbow
Quick to put a couple arrows in your torso
Human Torch flow'll get rid of all of your false hopes
When you make a little money they begin to hate ya
So I keep animals with me—it's in my nature
Not to be an instigator, but I been a savior
Cause if you hear what they're doing on pen and paper
Horrible punch lines, bad flow delivery
And concept bars about concept cars
Niggas rap about lives they don't live
As for me, got a few fucks I don't give
Still I help out if need be - Joe Beezy
A.K.A. I make it all look easy

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
And the beat goes on 'til the beat can't go no more
This old .44 got a little red nose
On it for you clowns, welcome to the Bozo Show
Hang you frauds by your balls, where the rose go bro?
I'm psychotic, I know you got an eye problem
Approaching me is like seeing Nicki Minaj and Amber Rose out
You a man--then why bother?
I'll have your black-ass body wrapped in the white waters
I couldn't edit the fact I'm like Farrakhan mad at Jesse Jackson
I coulda killed you, though I shouldn'ta said it
I push the pedal, so to the metal, my foot pathetic
My only question to you homie, is why would you sweat it?
I got the game in a Coogi sweater, middle of summer
I heard them niggas with booty feather-ticklers is on ya
Sneak up on ya, put the pistol on ya
Twist ya like a chicken, put the rotisserie on ya

[Verse 4: Kuniva]
It goes like this when I'm swervin' on the freeway
Speedin' trough traffic, drag racin' with D.K
It don't stop, see I boarded me a flight
Touch down in Dubai, and I'm wallow for the night
Spittin' to the Ladies, your boy is going crazy
I smell weed flavors, like nothing can save me
Detroit do it big, out here it's much iller
It's hotter than a bitch, but my heat is more killer
Toast to my goons, we surround the room
Post up with the guns down in our shoes
We ain't being violent, we just wanna drink up
Grab a young lady and do whatever we think of
Shoutout to (?), your boy is getting lose
Stumbled out with 2 bitches, chuckin' up the deuce
That's one night down, I ain't getting any sleep
Fuck it I'mma stay up the week and the beat

[Verse 5: D.K.]
And the beat goes on, shit I thought he was ready
I knocked his ass out just like Eminem did with Freddy
(?) waitin' on punchlines, patiently waiting
Just like (?) waitin' on lunch time
Nickle 9, Joe Beezy, Kuniva them boys wicked
But we ain't done yet I'm meeting Bizzie and Swifty
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