Intro (Eminem): Ayo, yo, this motherfucken Eminem, Dirty Dozen, 'Bout to show you how we set it when we come through Know what I'm sayin', word up, bitch motherfuckers better raise up y'all motherfuckers better raise up, ayo buss it
Verse 1 (Eminem): Ayo, I'ma pit-bull terrier, triple darin' ya, scarin' ya with a derringer, ready to make you wet like a Submariner Tearin' ya frame out with homicidal lines Bringin' the drama and the trauma to ya mama's vital signs (Blaw!) A verbal shot fired, this mic's been hot wired Uppercuts to your chin knockin' your snot skyward Rappers wanna be screenplay actors, so I'm givin' them spine fractures, like linebackers on the Green Bay Packers And roll over 'em backwards - Dirty Dozen I'm someone you just don't wanna see like a nerdy cousin So keep your distance when I get this tense You see my fist clench it's gonna be some bullets dispensed You besta keep yo premescence fixed Your mistense, any resistance, get you voided like mis-prints You'll end up with no teeth left makin' a beef threat When I look up on your set, don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat
Chorus (Eminem): When I get the bussin, you best be get to jumpin' I'm touchin' somethin', fool I'm comin' through dumpin' My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin' That oughta tell you somethin' bitch I'm comin' through dumpin' Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin' You blood starts clumpin' I'm comin' through dumpin' If you don't know you best make an assumption I got you slumpin' fool I'm comin' through dumpin'
Verse 2 (Proof): A proven fact my pact got your whole team movin' back We never losin' slack, I paid dues in rap I'm runnin' crews my shoes are tapped My right is choosin' gats, my thugs ?-use ?-acks Relax an catch a contact, to an amusin' track Slugs dispatched on any street risen? mismatched My team'll get busy like rednecks on some 6 packs My fist crack the featherweight, my word's'll never break A clever snake'll be forever fake, let me get this cheddar straight Makin' dough is a part, so is the heart My flow is the art, me an the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark Weapons concealed until death, now see 'em My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium Knockin' domes out the ballpark, your dawgs is all bark Plus you got a small heart now save them corny lines for Hallmark I wanna the sunny days & money paid in they figures A microphone fiend an on my own team there's fake niggas Mum's they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable They made the shop an stable, with grass top the table The glock enable when I pop the fatal, phonies that I plot pre-natal wax The player haters never make it back - I'm dumpin'
Chorus (Eminem): When I get the bussin, you best be get the jumpin' I'm touchin' somethin', fool I'm comin' through dumpin' My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin' That oughta tell you somethin' bitch I'm comin' through dumpin' Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin' You blood starts clumpin' I'm comin' through dumpin' If you don't know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpin' I'm comin' through straight dumpin'
Verse 3 (B-Flat): Ayo we don't say fat, we stay scroll(?) bizness The 3rd nigga on the mic, representin Rough Anopolies(?) Ain't shit stoppin' us, old school like Cold Crush Spice & dice MC's on the mic like cold cuts Live N direct, comin' straight from the debt where niggas keep it real and make these girls panties wet I can't forget the D.J., he play, we say funky type of shit that make the crowd wanna flip We don&