D12, Dogmatic - Serious lyrics

What's up with everybody beefin'
Everybody seem like they wanna beef
You know what I'm saying?
Everybody beefin' with everybody
This shit is crazy

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 niggas
(Eminem: We ain't playing)
It's like you open a can
Of worms or smoked yams
I got bloody hands and burners
That make you dance!

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!

I'm the only one your bitch let touch her
Type a brother that'll, fuck yo mother
Wit a fishnet rubber
I'mma misfit slash, nitwit
I love to put up biscuts
Straight to a niggas 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'mma deranged pit
I'll bend 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 heinous, 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

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 barrel of a Mac 10
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

Ab-libs

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!