Raw As It Gets ft. Lazarus (Prod. by Block Symfany)
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[Verse 1: Kuniva] Let's separate the boys from the men, no Michael [?] shit Still fuck the world till we die, plus we don't give a shit D12 repper for life, so fuck your feelings if You got something to say about us, make way for ignorance Today I got time to do boss shit, pass the Dom P Duck down or get buck shots, one love to Sean P Don't get your momma jumped on in WorldStar The pack of used rubbers on the floor in your girl's car Talk about the streets, half you niggas are snitches I got suburban problems, trying to match my glasses and dishes I'm in house slippers, sipping coffee, all about figures Fuck your couch, I'm a grouch nigga, bucket house niggas You killing your brain cells for rhymes, homie I feel you You trying to out-rap me, I'm trying to outlive you The second most dangerous group besides them OGs from Compton Who won't stop poppin' until the job's done
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay] There's no escaping the [?], it ain't nothing alive That could stop you from being lyrically raped A holocaust in a metal straightjacket in a hospital ward I break out like El Chapo with a hostage involved This cartridge will spark, I ain't fixing [?] parts For drivin' a silencer, in your grandmomma's heart Cult followin', dope swallowin' No tolerance, your flow's halogen, smoke models And I'm heartless, crazy, I'll slap your baby during his christenin' And that's just a increment of my ignorance I aim blast and murk I'm quick to make enemies in a Catholic church and shit on half of the Earth Quick to bust in your crib, wipe my ass with a nigga shirt Hazardous is a understatement, how I work An obnoxious bastard, I give 'em the signal And my moms will blast you A cannibalistic asshole that happens to be a rap dude Clap you faster than the craps all in your bitch pants Whoever thought that I was a hoe, I let 'em know right now It's Dirty Dozen forever, take a bow Point him out, we will rush his clique Toughest nigga in the crowd would turn around and be like, "Fuck this shit" You can suck this dick, got my middle finger lodged up inside your bitch I'm just as raw as it gets, nigga
[Verse 3: Bizarre] Caine user, a lot of bad habits A known drug addict that practice black magic Different strokes, for different folks Different cokes, I be smoking from coast to coast They can't tame us, they wanna blame us For shooting up Lil Wayne's bus, ha ha I fuck a bitch with a dirty rubber Forty years old, still on the Freshman XXL cover I'm Iron Mike, ready to bite, [?] You ain't ready to fight, hit your ass in the back with a pipe Starting something, packing lunches Mayweather, I'm blocking punches, nigga you don't wanna be staring nothin' Stuck in the 80s, repping Shady, Bizarre's crazy Dirty jersey Tracy McGrady, bout to smack my old lady Backstage, underage, back page The way I act on stage, shit I should be shot and tazed Big knife, big fight, big [?] I shot Tyrone in the back, for trying to fuck my wife [?], smack the kids, ha ha ha Man I'm taking this shit too far
[Verse 4: Lazarus] Zero tolerance, like [?], I'm hazardous A rappin' [?] antagonist that rose up from the dead And now the world knows me as Lazarus I rip apart these blasphemous, culture crushing, cancerous [?] that burn slow Chop they limbs and eat they eyes like [?] green inferno Collect my enemies until they sweatin', wet and frenzy That make 'em stampede and surgically stitch a human centipede My bars are like amphetamine, they'll raise your hearts adrenally Like seconds before your death and you see Satan juggling Kerosene And gasoline these fakers enter, I'll change your gender When I expose the bitch in you like Caitlyn Jenner, I'll stay forever Modern day warlord, descendant of Genghis and his Mongolian horde I slice you in four with my double edged sword I'm like Little Mac to this Hip-Hop and leaving the game punched out Uppercut to the body, open your ribs and now your guts out Get all my legal aliens and send 'em to Donald Trump's house I'm as raw as it gets, Lazarus, D12