DJ Butter, D12, Almighty Dreadknaughts - Desperados lyrics

Yo, aiyyo turn the heads up and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts
You know what I'm sayin
Supa Emcee, you know what I mean
Bugz, Derty and all that, all that shit
You know what I'm sayin
Desperados is the cause, eminem

Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln
Till it went over the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and
Stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the
Ransom note for the kids
I'm going for your mids
Here's a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and
Bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live
Your girl showed me your crib


Unless she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have both y'all get dead
Burning incense, facing a murder sentence
Under intent
For investigation for killing infants
While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women with
Brooms jammed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs
And fucked your apartment up
Sticking up arbor drugs
And jumping 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 one 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

Ay yo
Pursue to list em, there's no need to diss em
They be beheavin
Make sure your whole breathing system
Twist them like big caps
Who wants to hear that
Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates
Collapse further states
My tribe reserves the grave
Your pack deserve a crate
In fact the word is fake
I'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nuts
I'm holding vandanna like
Seven great-molested sluts
Calling 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
I smack nuns
It's the rough method that makes
Muslims run and pack guns
I'm volcanic, the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
Leavin you brain dead
Hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow
Shoot down your mother ship
And pimp slap mojo
No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade
Nigga tried to go pop
And plus they minute made
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade
And trampled your flow
Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows
The truth will hurt
See Proof will work your shame in it
The best part of your show is when
You put my name in it
My squad, godly, fearin shit hardly
So I hope when I die
I dope like Chris Farley

Fuck that!
Who run shit, watch these drums hit
You dove head first into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip
I made them hoes submit ask your girl
She knows the scoop don't
Fuck with Bugz bitch
I'll chop off her titti
Have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas is who you run with
Making half ass songs
Shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can 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 out wit
I admit, that my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm
On some dumb shit
Like I commit larceny, get harmed quick
You pull the alarm switch
I'll stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic, Hip-Hop fundal mentalisitic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm the persistent when it
Comes to bench shit i smoked a blunt with my
Judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
Yo bitch paid my bill that's where
The hell your rent went fuck that!

I killed 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 asked by Israelis when they visit
Bombed in insentient
One word in three in the making
Murdered the exhibition team finish
Beat the ref senseless
No timeout extended play papers
Over your intermission
And increasing the battlefield with
The blood of Christians
Cryin for the messiah, but he don't listen
I pop my wing when I top
The stove frame boil sizzling
I fight a maniac cook
I do damage to kitchens
Fuck Home Depot, I demolition
When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it
For my school is supervision
For down finical aid smoked up my intuition
Only hang out with rappers
With explicit lyrics
And pistol grip punks with a beef
Bitch do you wanna get eaten

I got a mind full of troubles
Everything is in doubles
I buy my guns in couples
No time to replace fumbles
Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow
Injured from head to toe
No fit a model, we full throttle
You stuck in low, incapable to master flow
Everything is tactical, living mathematical
Watch master flow, unleash and let go
I shit like lava, original designer
Married to marijuana since a minor
Making it a chance to see my battleship
Could get you wet like fibs, what
Applying death-defying feets
Maintain to keep my peace flow like to see
When I release these beats over concrete

My president transitions has taken place
As eyes spread folk ally on the M-ICR-O
Power he's cyphin not quality, I deal it
Lays the track and made it real
I know my people feel it
Keep their head bobbin
And the emotional sobbin
Plus a cultural cipher after show
Hoes be slobbin
Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the icing
Plus I'm precision
My double edge will continue slicin