D12 - Whatever You Want lyrics

Haha, Swifty McVay!
Mr porter, the Kon Artis (Ha)
I told you we wasn't leavin, c'mon!

I come from a jungle
With a trunk load of punk hoes (Nigga)
Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical
Gun totin' hazardous cutthroat
Canteloupe can split it
And the Pope couldn't prevent me
From shittin' on niggas
Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind
Imagine backspinnin' into a casket
It happens when bastards try to act masculine
(Ho) a hell raiser
I smack the skin off your man's face
So fast it'll leave acne on
My hand when it land (Hah)
Placed in a class where professors came
To school with Smith 'n Wessons
Just to teach us a lesson
Had that ass hangin' up with the flag (yeah)
Parental discretion, I'll send you a video
With me naked havin' a session on my urinal
(respect it! hah)
When you kill in the nighttime
And claimin' yo' innocence
I'll be waitin ready to AK you
And yo' egg Bene-dick AHH!
Usin' yo' balls to play tennis with (Hah)
You'll be in some shit like
Flies and fuck the witnesses

(MOTHERFUCK) Niggas that doubt and thought
We wasn't killin' shit (Uh, huh)
(WHAT) Whatever you want, we
Providin' it diligently (Uh, huh)
(PUMP) Double barrel wherever we
Go willingly (Uh, huh)
(DUMPIN) On opposition in the
Streets or industry (Uh, huh)
(MOTHERFUCK) Niggas that doubt and thought
We wasn't killin' shit (Uh, huh)
(WHAT) Whatever you want
We providin' it diligently
(PUMP) Double barrel wherever we
Go willingly (Uh, huh)
(DUMPIN) On opposition in the
Streets or industry

You was born I was hatched
But you came out deformed
I have nuts of a horse
And you ain't got no balls
Come runnin' with tec-9's whenever
Niggas would call bang bang bang, bang bang
Shoot up classway halls
I don't give a fuck, who you call to come
You came with thirty niggas
I only came with one
That just goes to show you how much
Scrap a nigga got in me you gone off Henny
That liquid courage drivin' you into these
Situations you in
Don't get that "Purple Pills" shit confused
With us bein' cool up here singin' "My Band"
I'm sure you see these little
Kids cryin' over me man
They'll do anything for a fuckin' autograph
So say that shit loud enough out
Of the fuckin' crowd and
I'll show you the meanin' of die hard fans
Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act
A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
That's what I mean by get, back I mean get
Back or find your head detached from
That Mitchell & Ness
So find your spinal cord, uh uh oh I digress
I guess I'm just too fresh
To finish that line denaun's ain't next

(MOTHERFUCK) Niggas that doubt and thought
We wasn't killin' shit
(WHAT) Whatever you want
We providin' it diligently
(PUMP) Double barrel wherever we go willingly
(DUMPIN) On opposition in the
Streets or industry
(MOTHERFUCK) Niggas that doubt and thought
We wasn't killin' shit
(WHAT) Whatever you want
We providin' it diligently
(PUMP) Double barrel wherever we go willingly
(DUMPIN) On opposition in the
Streets or industry