Artist: D-12 f/ IQ Album: The Underground EP Song: Bring Our Boys Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, eazy-e@yesbox.net [Bizarre] Emceeeeeeees.. RUN! Or get hit with my, verbal, gun! This mic weighs a ton! Dozen battles for fun.. I'll disrespect you, and your crew Here comes MC.. IQ! [IQ] Yo' fakeness is atrocious, post this, deep in yo' hypnosis Then focus, roll this and smoke this like L's of that bomb-ass herb that's guaranteed to rock bells A hip-hop ReFugee like Prazwell; travellin cities pimpin babblin biddies game trump tight to solidify Computerized to get rid of spies - know what I do to guys shootin and spittin lies? I'm banishin existance Just vanish any instances, brandishin sentences Provin repentence is the only way to see me, don't miss these Me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves Never bammer bitch please, but keep smoke in my system Roll blunts, it's all tight, on a off night I still smoke like exhaust pipes and bust a universal flow to blow your wig back Like niggaz with toupees, drivin a convertible And furthermore I run the board; yo' shit is played And the way you fell off you couldn't bounce back with a bungee cord [Chorus 4X: Bizarre] Bring your boys and, we can bring the noise and YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN! [Bizarre] My crew is like amazed, put in fear like ex-slaves Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they BRAVE? Dozen always startin the fuckin beef I don't give a fuck if you from Kansas, I'm still the fuckin +CHIEF+ Back the fuck up I'm releasin my dum-dums Tell your whore stop pagin me, 9-1-1 I'm a star that they call Bizarre Smokin blunts with Mel Farr in my brand new car The nigga (?) write rhyme wanna see me If I was in Arizona, I'd still request iced tea Bizarre don't give a shit about you On top of the mountain - ain't nuttin your bitch-ass crew can do Sick MC that they call Peter Treat your crew like an unexpected, meter reader Talkin more shit than Howard Cosell Butt-fuckin Jezebels in nasty hotels [Chorus] [Proof] How you think yo' crew sound, compared to this? It's the team that yo' entire clique scared to diss Demandin, attentions when the glock sound Y'all niggaz to be murdered like Jeffery Dahmer's on lock down I'm Brown like Bobby, pullin hoes like Whitney Take your title kill your moms - so you won't forget me Lips sealed; nigga, I might blow important plots Whoever front is gettin done like Michael Jordan pops Yo I'm number one translator, mic famed Dirty D Y'all niggaz gettin hung like this was 1933 Got word of me now flee, cause you ain't got a chance Death is three easy steps so now we gotta dance So look away don't play with the style master I love killin beef, so I kill a whole cow pasture Lyrically I'm sick ill, everything but sober Ny nickel-plate, pack the disc-tray Jack and fool get fucked over - BRING IT! [Eminem] Dirty Dozen is the clique so walk right over and lynch ya Rip the ass right out ya pants like a Doberman Pinscher Like the Cobra and Ninja, my intention's to injure And prevent ya from enterin from an inch of my center Or get your motherfuckin pants split at the creases Fuckin you intellectually; givin you mental sexually transmitted diseases My duty is to keep a stranger barred I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard, and this ain't the yard Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger Droppin your whole clique with one finger 'til none linger Beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of Great Danes Chargin like freight trains through the great plains [Chorus]