D12, Almighty Dreadnaughtz - Desperados lyrics

Yo, ayo, turn the heads up and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, y'knahmsayin?
Super MC, y'knahmean?
Bugz, Dirty and all that
All that shit, y'knahmsayin?
Desperados with the cars Eminem!

Chauvinist pig, drove in this big Lincoln
'Til it went over the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole
A stove and a fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the
Ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for your mids
Here's a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutchin' your stomach
And bleedin' all over your bitch
I know where you live
Your girl showed me your crib
Unless she told me a fib


Then I'ma have both of you did
Burning incense, facin' a murder sentence
Under intense investigation for
Killin' infants
While I sit in padded rooms, doin' shrooms
Havin' visions of dead pregnant women
With brooms jabbed in they wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs and
Fuck your apartment up
Stickin' up Arbor Drugs
And jumpin' in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that
Look like the city dumps
Give you a kidney punch and mug
You to get me lunch
See me every summer layin'
Up against the dumpster
With a hundred dollar jumper
Smothered in Southern Comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker
On your mother's bumper
She came home screamin' a bunch
Of motherfuckers jumped her

Ayo, proceed to list 'em
There's no need to diss 'em
Down here we heat 'em
Destroy your whole breathing system
Twist 'em, like beer caps
Once they hear that
Rap murder rates, and I snap vertebrates
Collapse further states
My track preserve the great
Your pack deserve a crate: in fact
The word is fate
I'll kill you slow like AIDS-infested nuts
I'm holdin' vendetta like
Seven great-molested sluts
Callin' me a bitch nigga, you need to stop
Reality, one on one
How many times you got dropped?
I'm cut-throat when any track runs
Conscious when I smack nuns
The rough neck that make Muslims
Run and pack guns
I'm volcanic, the sermon preacher
Burnin' emcees, most wanted by Herman Kiefer
You tried to get a squad
They was like, "Money, oh no"
Leave you brain-dead
Hittin' trees with Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, D12 slow flow
Shoot down your mothership
And pimp-smack mojo
No pro wanna go knuckle-blades
With the renegade nigga tried to go pop
And plus they minute made
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade
And trampled your flow
Big P, the reason emcees cancelled they show
The truth will hurt, seein' Proof at work
No shame in it
The best part of your show is when
You put my name in it
My squad be godly, fearin' shit hardly
So I hope when I'ma die
Dope like Chris Farley

Fuck that! Who run shit once these drums hit?
You dove headfirst into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of asswhip for you to come get
Your click made they trip
I make them hoes suck mint
Ask your girl, they know the
Scoop: don't fuck with Bugz, bitch!
I'll chop off her titty
Have you suckin' one tit
Them pink belly niggas is who you run with
Makin' half-ass songs
Shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You could make a double album
Won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one
That I can't outwit
I admit that my style is unfit
For Momma's baby boy
Because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit larceny, give harm quick
You pull the alarm switch
I stab you in your armpit
Now, who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic Hip-Hop fundamentalistic?
Don't risk it, you get your shit split
Now keep your distance and keep existence
I'm persistent when it comes to bent shit
I smoked a blunt with my
Judge right before my sentence
I'm relentless, to deny is senseless
Your bitch paid my bill
That's where the hell your rent went
Fuck that!

I kill competition
With no way out as an opposition
Execute the passengers on the flight
My executive decision
Then reminisce on how Shady the business
Terrorists acts by Israelis when they visit
Bombin' the senate
World War I I I in the makin'
Murdered the exhibition, team finish
Beat the ref senseless no time-out
Extended play burns over your intermission
Then christen the battlefield with
The blood of Christians
Cryin' for the Messiah, but he don't listen
I pop my wig when I top the stove frame
Boil sizzlin'
A pyromaniac cook, I do damage to kitchens
Fuck Home Depot, I demolition
When I home improve
You need Bob here to fix it
Fuck school and supervision!
Bit off of financial aid and
Smoked up my tuition
Only hang around rappers with explicit lyrics
And pistol-grip punks for the beefin'
Do you wanna get heated?

I got a mind full of troubles
Everything's in doubles
I buy my guns in couples
No time for placement fumbles
‘Cause emcees come and emcees go
With broke flow
Injured from head to toe, no fitter model
We full-throttle
You stuck in low, incapable to master flow
Everything is tactical, livin' mathematical
I smash the flow, unleash and let go
I shit like lava, original designer
Married to marijuana since a minor
Makin' attempts to sink my battleship
Could get you bent like fibs, what?
Applying death-defying feats
Maintain to keep my peace
Flow like the sea when I
Release these beats over concrete

My presidented transition has taken place
As I express vocally on the M-IC-R-O
Power he cipher, not equality, I deal it
Lace the track and made it real
Now I know my peoples feel it
Keep their heads bobbin' and
The emotionals sobbin'
Plus a culture-cipher after shows
Hoes slobbin'
Knobs love the fuckin' flavor of the icin'
Plus I'm precise and my
Double edge continue slicin'