[Eye Kyu]
Your fakeness is atrocious
Post this deep in your hypnosis
Then focus
Roll this and smoke this
Like L's of that bomb-ass herb
That's guaranteed to rock bells
A hip hop refugee like Praswell
Travellin cities pimpin
Babblin biddies
Game trump tight and solidified
To get rid of spies
Know what I do to guys
Shootin and spittin lies
I'm banishin existance
Vanishin any instences
Brandishin sentences
Proovin repentences
The only way to see me
Don't miss these
Me and my crew smoke so many trees
That I piss leaves
Never bammer bitch please
But keep smokin my system
Roll blunts it's all tight
On an off night
I still smoke like exhaust pipes
And bust a universal flow
Then blow your wig back
Like niggas with toupees driving a convertible
And further more
I run the board
Your shit is played and the way you fell off
You couldn't bounce back with a bungee cord

Chorus (x4)
Bring your boys in
We can bring the noise in
You don't wanna fuck with Dirty Dozen

My crew is like a maze
Put fear like ex-slaves
Who wanna step to this microphone
And think that they brave
Dozen always startin the fuckin beef
I don't give a fuck if you're from Kansas
I'll kill the fuckin chief
Back the fuck up I'm releasin my dumb-dumbs
Tell your whore stop pagin me 9-1-1
I'm the star that they call Bizarre
Smoking blunts with Mel Far
In my brand new car
Ain't a nigga in his right mind wanna see me
If I was in Arizona I'd still request iced tea
Bizarre don't give a shit about you
Up on top of the mountain
Ain't nothin your bitch-ass crew can do
Sick MC that they call Peter
Suit your crew like an unexpected meter reader
Fuckin more shit than Howard Corsell
Butt-fuckin Jezebels
In nasty hotels

[Chorus x4]

How you think your crew sound compared to this
It's the team that your entire clique is scared to diss
Demandin attention when the glock sound
Y'all niggas to be murdered
Like Jeffery Daumers on lock down
I'm Brown like Bobby
Pullin hoes like Whitney
Take your title
Kill your moms so you won't forget me
Lips sealed nigga I might blow important plots
Whoever fronts is gettin done
Like Micheal Jordan's pops
Sure I'm number one translator my fame dirty D
Y'all niggas gettin hung like this was 1933
Got word of me now flee
Cuz you don't got a chance
Death is 3 easy steps so now we gotta dance
So look away
Don't play with the style master
I love killin beef
So I kill a whole cow pasture
Lyrically I'm sick ill everything but sober
My nickel plate pack that
This straight jacket fool get fucked over
(Bring it)

Dirty Dozen is the clique
To hop right over and linch ya
Rip that ass right out your pants
Like a Doberman Pincher
Like the cobra and ninja
My intentions to injure
And prevent ya from enterin'
From a inch of my center
Or get your motherfuckin' pants
Split at the creases
Fuckin' you intellectually
Givin' you mental sexually transmitted diseases
My duty is to keep a stranger barred
I guard my sector like a St. Bernard
And this ain't the yard
Bringin' the noise
Like a trigger happy gun slinger
Droppin' your whole clique with one finger
Till none linger
Beware of my dogs
Attackin' like a pack of Great Danes
Chargin' like freight trains
Through the Great Plains

Chorus x3

Lyrics submitted by Dinny2K1

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