Livio, D12 - Udontwantnun lyrics

You don't want none of it, none of it
You know we come wit it, come wit it
Go get your guns and clips, guns and clips
Give them their punishment, punishment
(Kill who we wanna kill
Bust who we wanna bust)
(Steal what we wanna steal
Fuck who we wanna fuck)

Eh yo, I need a mic
I kick rhymes at the speed of light
I'm a different person everyday
I wonder who I be tonight
I got split personalities for niggas
That try to challenge me
I make 'em walk through galleries and
Get on they nerves like allergies
I make 'em burn calories
I make 'em earn salaries livio, I'm the one
I make rappers call me Your Majesty
I'm blindin' ya eyesight
I feel like I been alive twice
The SOURCE can't even deny this
Deserves more than five mics
My style is hard, if ya bite me
You'll be chippin' ya tooth
As soon as I get in the booth
Niggas witness the truth
I hit ya hard and tell Bizarre
To get me the Proof
You niggas might be dyin' to win
But ya livin' to lose i'm givin' you clues
You already forgettin' the news
I came to make ya feet stank and
Take a shit in ya shoes
Now, I got two niggas wit me
But you'll hear what I said first
I'll make ya head burst and keep
It rollin' like Fred Durst
(Keep rollin', rollin')
If you got a live album
I'll turn it into a dead verse
I go berserk 'cause of the
Way my brain networks
No matter where ya at, you do it here
Do it there
Ain't nothin' jockin' you niggas but a
Little bit of pubic hair, mothafucka

Niggas can't fuck wit' me
And you niggas is stuck wit' me
D12 is up wit' me
And you niggas can't fuck wit' me
Niggas can't fuck wit' me
And you niggas is stuck wit' me
(Kill who we wanna kill
Bust who we wanna bust) d12 is up wit' me
And you niggas can't fuck wit' me
(Steal what we wanna steal
Fuck who we wanna fuck)

Marchin' 90 ghosts, gold roast, plus plaque
You laid on ya back, Bizarre overreacts
Bitches and ballers, I'm stickin'
Give you a 2-piece like
Kentucky Fried Chicken
From Seattle to Detroit, I gets gully
I beat a bitch's ass who
Swear to God I'm Huggy
You wanna fight? Let's throw up
Ask Three-6 Mafia about the clubs
We done tore up
Bizarre come through wit a street cleaner
You see so much Blood
You'd swear you was in Pasadena
Battle? I'll run through ya crew
Mad 'cause you ain't out like Playstation 2
Detroit, what?! You dealin' wit a fuckin' nut
Fuck ya grandmother in the butt
Call her a dirty slut
You wanna battle? Skidaddle!
'Cause you ain't needed like
Patrick Ewing in Seattle


I spit flames, Dirty Harry's the nickname
Kidnap sluts and feed 'em
Crack like Rick James
Neighborhood Spider man, hype off Vicaden
And generic vitamins snypin' through
A rifle lens at ya church at who recitin'
Them triflin' Bible kins
Then gank the Billy Blanks for
His rank and tae-bo gyms
Come hard when I write
Wit' slugs slide Viagra
Make you fall like Niagara
Marvelous is haggler
The bad batter that smash matter
Make your chin a glass shatter, ya moms
I'll blast at her
I'm a Glock holder born in October
A pot smoker that was high when I shot Oprah
My cradle was knocked over, I'm not sober
Bumpin' Biggie Smalls
Run by wit' two of Tupac's posters
Proof and Livio love to spit a flow
Make ya Faces of Death out ya next video

Yo, pass the mic and watch me
Come off fast as light
They love to hear what I
Say when they got questions
They ask me twice i answer once
I don't spit rhymes to rhyme to
I spit shit so you could tell
When you bein' lied to
I don't wanna be lied to
So I got nothin' to ask a liar
Why even bother wit a man that
Make 'em suck like pacifiers?
So pass the fire, fa sho, I
Drop the guillotine, fa sho
I got the killa green
That shit that make me look
Like I'm from the Phillipines
I'm talkin' chinky-eyed
I'll make a man scream so
Loud everyone think he died
I'll cut off four of his fingers
And let his pinky slide
And take him deep down under, I mean it
Brotha i'll jam you up like peanut butter
And shine ya ass up till
I make ya fart replenish
I'll make ya heart diminish
I take you start to finish
I plan on gettin' high as a cloud
As soon as I break apart the spinach, yo
You don't want beef wit me
My beef is heavy enough to break ya dish
When you see me
Make a wish 'cause I'm a leave
You wet as a fish
I ain't the type to tell 'em twice, Livio
Let 'em learn
They treatin' rap like doorknobs
And lettin' everyone get a turn
Let the air hit emcees, be a part of Hip-Hop
Man, you niggas couldn't rap if you
Worked at a gift shop
Fuck you, fuck you, uh mothafucka!