Parts Unknown, D12 - Dumpin' lyrics

Ayo, yo, this is motherfuckin' Eminem
Dirty Dozen, 'bout to show you
How we set it when we come through
Know what I'm sayin'?
Word up, bitch-motherfuckers better raise up
Y'all motherfuckers better raise up!
Ayo, buss it! Ayo

I'm a pit bull terrier, triple darin' ya
Scarin' ya with a derringer
Ready to make you wet like a submariner
Tearin' ya frame out with homicidal lines
Bringin' the drama and the trauma
To your mama's vital signs
(Blaow) A verbal shot fired
This mic's been hot wired
Uppercuts to your chin
Knockin' your snot skyward
Rappers wanna be screenplay actors
So I'm givin' they spine fractures
Like linebackers from the Green Bay Packers
And roll over 'em backwards, Dirty Dozen
I'm someone you just don't wanna see
Like a nerdy cousin
So keep your distance when I get this tense
You see my fist clench? It's
Gonna be some bullets dispensed
You best to keep your premises fenced
You missed hints, any resistance
Get you voided like misprints
You'll end up with no teeth
Left makin' a beef threat
When I roll up on your set
Don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat

When I get to bustin'
You best to get to jumpin'
I'm touchin' somethin'
Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'
My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'?
That oughta tell you somethin'
Bitch, I'm comin' through dumpin'
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin'
Your blood starts clumpin'
I'm comin' through dumpin'
If you don't know
You best make an assumption
I got you slumpin'
Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'

A proven fact
My pact got your whole team movin' back
We never losin' slack, I paid dues in rap
I'm runnin' till my shoes are tapped
My writers use them gats
My thugs fuse them cracks
Relax and catch a contact to an amusin' track
Slugs dispatched on any street
Riz and mismatch my team'll get busy
Like rednecks on some six packs
My fist crack the featherweight
My words'll never break
A clever snake'll be forever fake
Let me get this cheddar straight
Makin' dough is a part, so is the heart
My flow is the art
Me and the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark
Weapons concealed until death, now see 'em
My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium
Knockin' domes out the ballpark
Your dawgs is all bark
Plus you got a small heart
Now save them corny lines for Hallmark
I want the sunny days and
Money paid in them figures
A microphone fiend
And on my own team there's fake niggas
Mums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable
They made the shop and stable
With grass top the table
The Glock enable when I pop the fatal
Phonies that I plot prenatal wax
The player haters never make
It back I'm dumpin'

When I get to bustin'
You best to get to jumpin'
I'm touchin' somethin'
Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'
My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'?
That oughta tell you somethin'
Bitch, I'm comin' through dumpin'
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin'
Your blood starts clumpin'
I'm comin' through dumpin'
If you don't know
You best make an assumption
I got you slumpin'
Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'

Ain't shit stoppin' us
Old school like Cold Crush
Slice and dice MC's on the mic like cold cuts
Live and direct
Comin' straight from the ghet'
Where niggas keep it real and
Make these girls' panties wet
I can't forget the DJ, he play, we say
Funky type of shit that make
The crowd wanna flip
We don't bust clips, guns is not in us
But when shit get deep it's
A must that we bust
Arm, leg, leg, arm and head
Or afros and facing bald heads all
Way down to the dreads
40s to drink, endos we smoke
And the rims that we ride on are true
Deez spokes tires, know a lot of Michaels
But they don't live on Myers
Bitch's pussy tight
Here come the dick pliers
What's my name? Call me sire

When you hear my beat, live crowds jumpin'
I’m comin' through dumpin’

Other MC's like Doug E
Fresh ain’t sayin' nuttin’
Bitch-nigga, I'm comin' through dumpin'
Go to the church
I’ll have the dick in cold humpin' word up
‘cause my shit be comin' through dumpin'

When I'm lifted, don't quiz this
It ain't worth it to risk it
I quick with the gift
And twice as swift with the biscuit
Headed back to ship off
All these niggas' ass around Christmas
They know it's the time of year
They be expectin' my visit's
Doin' 90 on the henzel, runnin' to get it
And twist you niggas like a pretzel
Blows come in three
Like the Godfather trilogy
I'm Micheal Corleone with this mic
Bitch, you ain't killin' me
Let me see some hands to
Make sure y'all feelin' me
I'm stickin' you up for your rocks
And y'all gon' give 'em up willingly
Rap is my life
And that's why every day I live it
Punches holes in the floor
Like wack rappers records
Man, ain't a nigga in here is
Bringin' in drama this thick
Then they time to come up shorter
Than bloods on a midgit's, shit
Can you dig it?!

Kyu comin' through with somethin'
Guarenteed to make your whole
Fuckin' block jumpin' comin through dumpin'
When we come, we got your knees crumblin'
Y'all niggas ain't sayin nothin'
‘cause we comin' dumpin'
What you talkin'? Nigga, get to walkin'
See your bitch-ass crew stalkin'
But we gon get to dumpin' you don't want it
While headin' back up off it
I'ma tell you how it is, nigga
‘cause we dumpin'