Lyrics:
Gargle beatas you stabbin' that heart or haul
It's the habit that scarred the nina
But I'm buzzin' shots by the dozen
Dare of the crew, Caribou Lou
or twice but who's countin'?
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us
That's why
and accompanied
By dozens of honeys
An untouchable beast and DMC and
He would be buddies he'd be the envy of his
Enemies with buckets of money
And today I can say I
get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggas one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come
Instead
And destroy you face, Im with some shit that u can feel
Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead
Fuckin your new wife in your brand new bed
Fuck your
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
to the beat
I love the way your body's moving when it's grindin' on me
We got the drinks by the dozen and nobody's coming
I don't care all I want is your lovin'
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
under a dirty wool blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always
under a dirty wool blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always
A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I
anthemic, dirty like it's plants in it
Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis
To have a bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass
the Wall don't bleed
Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all best be
I love the way your body's moving when its grindin on me.
We got the drinks by the dozen and nobody's coming.
I don't care all I want is your lovin
job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game
This industry fucked up
That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever
Keep real niggaz around me, stay
[Proof]
Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin
Super MC, you know what I mean
Bugz, Dirty and all
the type to run up yo budget
I'm the type to buy it by the dozen
You the type to look then wanna fuck it
I'm the one that's always sayin fuck it
has given
Living in a dream world
Fucking on ya dream girl
So disgusting
Just another dirty Russian
In a track suit
Importing bitches by the dozen
It
in Houston on candy paint
All my niggas in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my niggas in the A-T-L throwin' dem bows
All them thugs that send slugs
the mic with voodoo
Grew up on Technician Eminem Game and Guru
This ain't no hibbidy hop, conscious rapping or no skr skr
Mizuzu for my true goons with
money
Smokin this Zaza by the dozen
You ain't runnin up shit
You just run yo mouth
You just run yo mouth
Yeen gettin no money
Yeen wit nun
You just pushin
for this man overflows to his fans
It's time I educate these idiots
The best that I can
They're so amused by his abuse of rap music
I'll have to craft
too early to go back to the chorus
But by the time it comes back they'd adore us
Probably thinking poor us
But soon they'll pour us a glass
Cause we're
couldn’t check me
Like a game nig**, king me
Go on and make a move, it’s all on you
Playing by the rule, is what I do
I could chew it up nig**, M&M’s
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