Shane Capone, Hush, D12 - Dirty, Filthy, Rotten, Scoundrels lyrics

Shit shane Capone the idiotic Bizarre
Spit in your face

Shut the fuck up, before your ass get knocked
It's hard to talk, with a gun in your mouth
Dirty Dozen, nuthin but bad news
Fuck a bitch in the ass with
A rubber Hush just used
Fuck the pain, I don't give a shit
Tie me up and beat my
Ass cheek with hockey sticks
(uh! "you're sick") I don't give a damn
Smokin crack with Michael Jackson
In the? program
Blaow, blaow! You hear this loud sound
Fuckin the engineer's wife while he's
Mixin my songs down
Walkin up in the elementary
Lookin like a bum
Watch some kid yell "He's got a gun!"
I'm the shadiest nigga here to
Come out the Dirty Doz
Do a song with you and tell
People how wack your verse was
("Shit's wack!") I'm laid back
Like John Forte'
Who got a screw driver so me
And my girl can have foreplay?

We some Dirty, Filthy, Rotten Scoundrels
Dirty, Filthy, Rotten Scoundrels
Dirty, Filthy, Rotten Scoundrels
Dirty, Filthy, Rotten Scoundrels

Dirtyyyyyy, Filthyyyyyy, Rottennnn, Soundrels
Dirtyyyyyy, Filthyyyyyy, Rottennnn, Soundrels

We walk around this bitch triflin'
Quick to sock a nigga while we cypherin'
Rubber gloves
Black man rifled in my right hands
Watchin rappers dash like hyphens
Burnin y'all without the Tetracycline
I'ma let your set know
I can get drunker than Jethro
Just to run up on you
And crack you with this?
Smash your vehicle, snatch your key and go
You niggas think you got somethin to say
Let me know don't bite your tongue, fuck it
Rappers switch subjects
When I'm steppin in they company
Them hoes don't get budgets
Snatchin briefcases with your hundreds
Packin heat just in case you want it (nope)
Bodies in abundance
I have no feelings, tell you
The truth - I'm known, bitch
I'm lettin loose any affiliate you run with
So pack your gun quick
(nigga) , cuz I'ma let you know
You ain't got a bone to pick with me
Bitch I fuck so

Ay yo I'm iller than a white
Rapper usin the word nigga (WHAT!?)
Got a conflict with my dick like Dirk Diggler
Became sick in the brain since Bugz's death
Whoever did it, I'm a bust a nose
Slugs is left i'm harder than my dick when
I'm watchin my first porn
Ill enough to kill your wife while
She's havin her first born
Leavin the hospital
In a voice just like Beavis
Screamin "I need some!" while I'm
Holding up a fetus
Spittin the hot shit, nick name is godzilla
(ugggh) natural born, undercover cop killa
On the reala, yo, you're just an enemy
Bout to come up missing like
A second John Kennedy
Try to gamble with Swift
Muthafucka the bet's on
Let Shane fuck your bitch
While Bizarre jacks off
Hush, I'm crushing rappers while
I'm somersaulting backwards
Bustin nuts up in your mattresses
Says nobody a better rapper

What you motherfuckaz want
Red dots when I pull it
Unless your name's Pac
You ain't shakin 5 bullets
Anymore, we hustle for cheddar, cheese
And mayo quick to hit your city up
With more felonies than Jayo
We got murder for hire
All it takes is a call
We leave you slumped over in
The suburbs like Biggie Smalls
Venomous lyrics, spittin shit like pipe bombs
Leave your maggot brain
Hangin out the frame like Esham
We some Dirty, Filthy
But y'all ain't feelin this shit we comin'
Cummin' sicker than a syphilis dick
When we spit, somebody find Puff
Go tell him we got Jennifer hostage
We gon' rape this little bitch
Ain't none of y'all stoppin
Cuz we raw doggin these bitches
And they asshole with age
Hell naw, this ain't range
But I got pistols on beret
Big Capone up in this bitch like
The return of the living dead
And have your white born bloody sheets and
A horse up in your bed
Ain't no freestyle rapper
But I play for Bugz without no problem
Have you stand around, look and dance
Fucked like Dennis Rodman
If you didn't want this
Muthafuckin rap game twisted
You should have never let Detroit listed
(muthafucka)