D12 - Dumpin' lyrics

rate me

I'm a pitbul terrior, tripple dareing ya, scaring ya, with a darenaga,

Ready to make you wack like the sub marinor,

Tearing your frame out with homasidal lines,

Bringin the trama, and the drama to your mommas vital signs,

Blaat, a verblal shots fired, this mics been hot-wired

Upercut to your chin, knocin your snot skyworth

Rappers wanna be screenplay actors

So I'm givin they spine fractures, like line backers, on the greenbay packers, n roll over n backwords

Dirty dozen, I'm someone you just don't wanna see like a dirty couzin,

So keep your distance, when I get diss-tent, you see my fist grinch?

There's gonna be some bullets get spit, u best to keep you premises fixed

You missed hits, any resistance, gets you voided like misprints

You'll end up with no teeth left, makin a weak threat,

When I roll up on your set, you'll get it twisted like p sweat

When I get to bustin, your best to get to jumpin,

Or such or something, fool, I'm comin threw dumpin'

My beats bumpin, your hear it thumpin?

That oughta tell you something, bitch I'm coming threw dumpin'

Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin

Your blood starts clumpin, I'm comin threw dumpin'

If you don't know you best make an asumption,

I got you slumpin, fool I'm comin threw dumpin'

A proven fact, my pack, got your whole team movin back,

We never loosing slack, I pay dues in rap, I run untill my shoes untack,

My writers use them gats, my thugs fuse them cracks,

Relax and catch your contacts, tune in the music track

Slugs dispatch, on any street riz and mismatch,

My crew will get busy like redneck on some six packs,

My fist crack the feather weight, my words will never break,

A clever snake, 'll be forever fake, let me get this chedda straight,

Makin doe is impor'nt, so is the heart,

My flow is the art, me and the mic hold hands like louis and clark

Wepons can turn into death, now see em,

My chrome, shatter bones, that lack calcium

Knock your domes out the bone park, ya thoughts is on par

Plus ya got a small heart, now save tho corny lines for hallmark

I want the sunny days and money paid in 8 figures,

A mircophone fiend and on my own team is fake niggas,

Moms, her rock the play-doe, I spot the fabal, that make the shoppin stable,

Will grant stop the table, the glock n able when I pop the fatal,

Phonys that plot pre-nable wacks

The playa haters never make it back, I'm dumpin'

When I get to bustin, your best to get to jumpin,

I'm such or something, fool, I'm comin threw dumpin'

My beats bumpin, your hear it thumpin?

That oughta tell you something, bitch I'm coming threw dumpin'

Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin

Your blood starts clumpin, I'm comin threw dumpin'

If you don't know you best make an asumption,

I got you slumpin, I'm comin threw straight dumpin'

Aiyo we don't say that, we say it's real business

The third nigga on the mic, representing world'afanompolous,

Ain't shit stoppin us, old school like cold crush,

Slicing dice, emcee's on the mic like cold cuts,

Blaw make the record, coming straight from the get (oh)

Where niggas keep it real, n make these skills pay there dedts

I can't forget the DJ he'l play we say, focus on the shit that make the crowd wanna flip,

We don't bust clips cause it's not in us, but when shit get deep it's a must that we bust,

Arm n leg, leg, arm n head, for afros n facing bone heads always down to the dreads

40's to drink endos to smoke, n the rims that we ride on is true deez spokes,

Tires, know alot of micheals but they don't live on myers,

Bitches pussy tight, here come the dick flyers,

What's my name? homie sire,

Gon ride on the mic like titty dances on the fire

When you hear my beat, see the crowd starts jumpin, yee, ha-ha-ha yee I'm comin threw dumpin' (word)

Other emcees like dougie fresh ain't saying nuthing, bitch nigga I'm comin threw dumpin'

Go to the church n have the dick n cold humpin, word up, I'm comin threw dumpin'

When I'm lifted don't quizz this, it ain't worth it to risk it,

I quick with the gift, n twice as swift with the biscuit,

Headed back to ship off all the niggas ass around christmas

They know it's the time of year, they be expecting my visits

Doin 90 on the henzel, runnin to get it, n twizt u niggas like a pretzel,

Blows come in three like the godfather trilogy, I'm micheal koleown with this mic, bitch u ain't killin me

Let me see some hands to make sure y'all feeling me,

I'm stickin you up for your rocks and y'all gon give em up wilingly,

Rap is my life n that's why every day I live it, punches holes in the floor,

Like wack rappers records, man every nigga in here is bringin in drama this big

Then they time to come up shorter then bloods all midgits, shiiiit

Can you dig it, kyu coming threw with something,

Guarentee to make ya whole fuckin block jumpin' comin threw dumpin'

When we come, we got your knees cumblin, y'all niggas ain't sayin nothing

Cause we comin dumpin'

What you talkin? nigga get to walkin, see your bitch ass crew walkin, we gon get to dumpin'

You don't want it, while headin back up off it, I'm a tell you how it is, nigga cause we dumpin'