Artist: Promatic f/ Eminem, Swifty McVay Album: Serious 12" Song: Serious Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com * * send corrections to the typist [Intro] Here it is, there it is ladies and gentlemen We got one more act [Bakarat] Yeah, y'all gone like this one [Jus] Tell em about it, Backarat This yo man J-U-S and this track called "Serious" Promatic featuring Eminem and Swift [Eminem] What's up with everybody beefin' Everybody seem like they wanna beef You know what Iím saying? Everybody beefin' with everybody This shit is crazy [Verse 1 - Dogmatic] This is a bomb scare, fires on your hair Terrorists live here, but I don't care I'm making pot holes when I stomp, so don't stare I stop to stomp competiton, with both fair How dare, little soldier at ease We shake down these streets, like Parkinson's Disease We parking the road trees, plus load the weapons Everything to six shooters, to high tech ones If a green beans things, to my suggestion Burn a big whole in your belly, like indigestion With one question, who the fuck is Dogmatic An underground nigga but this nigga's above average It's serious! who can understand what I'm saying? Yo Slim, tell them niggaz (Eminem: We ainít playing!) It's like you open a can of worms or smoked yams I got bloody hands and burners that make you dance! [Chorus - Eminem] This shit is serious! Do you really want beef Do you really wanna end up, missing yo front teeth And see yo family, getting smoked like a blunt leaf And wrapped up in a zip-lock bag, like lunch meat This shit is serious! Do you really want beef Do you really wanna end up, missing yo front teeth And see yo family, getting smoked like a blunt leaf And wrapped up in a zip-lock bag, like lunch meat This shit is serious! [Verse 2 - Swifty McVay] I'm the only one yo bitch to touch a Type a brother that'll, fuck yo mother, wit a fishnet rubber I'ma misfit slash, nitwit I love to put up biscuts, straight to a niggaz lips, it'll fit A biligerent and rowdy fellow I'll dump yo body, and still fly away to Maui, on a teller When it comes to beefin', it ain't no explain' I'll change ya lauguage, wit a stainless I'll contain, wit a name which to make you famous I'ma deranged pit, I'll bang you till ya back touch ya anus Don't ever take me to court, I'll whack the plantiff Then beat the fuck out the baliff A heniuos, miscellaneous, nigga never miss, when the AK lift I paint ya face wit, any weapon, just like "The Matrix" They ain't steppin', don't even say shit You heard about the bodies in my basement, you joinin' them, face it [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Proof] Laugh indictive, like Kim lipstick, and get a nose bleed My blow speed, is like my hands working ten stick shifts Captain ask, to stick my finger in the (???) And snatching the driver out the black Benz Smashing his contact lens, my life start when his contract ends "Go kiss-and-tell, and contact Kim!" Let's be factually, actually, y'all ain't after me Got (???) wit +Regis+, y'all beef is without the +Kathy Lee+ Told y'all my battlery, and go to war happily How you gon' call my bluff, when you scared to send a fax to me My factulty guns drawn, one wrong move dudey And it's too heads on ya body, into a gangster movie For lot being real, scared to pop wit the steel It got skeletons in my house, every closet is filled Now how does it feel, with this Baretta to ya dome And to know that ya mom's know, that you was never coming home [Chorus] w/ Ab-libs [Outro - Eminem] You know what I'm sayin' You want beef, we taking it to yo face Fuck it, Dirty Dozen, Slim Shady D-12, this shit is serious!