Bizarre Inc. – Nuthin' At All (Feat. D12) lyrics

[ Swifty McVay ]

Ha, my .44 be givin' lyposuctions, I blow a hole through your stomache open it
You be spillin' your own guts
I'm a mad man, a walkin' trash can
You'll get beat with my barehands, fuck a last chance
A mac milly to slap you silly
The epitemy of what really could be the definition of misery
I'm never missin', I'm hittin' it, I'll murder ???,
Curbs thumpin' and puncturin' kidneys
And put on a nigga on Ripleys, bitches I ain't workin',
I'm on sick leave, I'll take your ability to breathe
And what that nigga need is a milimeter to eat
And have him kissin' on milipedes or in the street

[ Bizarre ]

In a fight, I'm first to throw a brick
First to load the clip, first to talk shit
But the last one to split if shit get thick
Stupid bitch get hit with the four fifth
I'm an ex-con who fought in Vietnam
Every night I'm thinkin' about a bomb
My dicks so many places, all I do is laugh
Big hoes, fat hoes, even baby giraffes
I'm on Fear Factor, eatin' worms and brocolli
Tomatoe, mustard mixed with guatamocli
Started a group with Flava Flav, the funny pack
I DJ and scratch while he smoke crack

[ Chorus - Mr. Porter ]

Now who want with US, please don't forget THAT
If you don't give it UP, we takin' it
Cause we don't want ya'll to get twisted at all
D12 don't give a fuck about nothin' at all
Now who fuckin' with US, please don't forget THAT
If you don't give it UP, we takin' it BACK
And we don't want ya'll to get twisted at all
D12 don't give a fuck about nothin' at all

[ Kuniva ]

I'm sure your mama told you nigga that drugs kill
If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs will
Now everybody sayin' they real and they hug steel
Till they find 'em layin' dead in his tub with blood spilled
All over the floor, to carpet to wall, I'm talkin' to ya'll
You can call your peoples my nigga I'm sparkin' 'em all
You barkin' at dogs that's bitin' for real
Starvin' and fightin' for meals, Bizarre got vicadon pills
Swift and Denaun ain't likely to chill, they hot headed
You a bitch, yea I said it, I'll bet if God let it
Happen then its over, Kuniva is outta his will
I just shot up his crib and knocked the snot outta his kid

[ Kon Artis ]

Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways till the next life
You in the way and you subject to be one with this knife
I'll clear up a bitch sight, straight lasic surgery
Ya'll run to the murder scene with an aching urvecy
Yeah I'm nice, courtesly escourt you to the infurmery
7 mile, Runyon Ave. till they straight up bury me
You expect us to believe that you'll scrap at any cost
When you ??? the fuck a 44 dog you lost
And I ain't talkin' bout the dog you lost
I'm talkin' bout a fuckin' puppy when I'm sayin' by the dog he lost
I scatter cries when I'm haulin' off
Mozeltauff a nigga across the head with a bottle of scotch

[ Chorus ]

[ Proof ]

Whoever said scrappin' isn't a sport, got me an' Bizzy in court
Shadow boxin' an invisible assault
Proof can give it to you raw like ODB
Homie please, who better than DTweeze and Obie T
Phony gees, walkin' and talkin', never cockin' a cork gun,
Mikauli Caulkin, actors, we drop 'em in coffins
When my mag speak, you ??? ???
Tatted from your neck to your ass cheek
And actually, we're murderous wrote my glock weeded
Your life is like fat people legs its not needed
See how high P is, steamin' in the snow like how pee is
D12 we got this, biaaaatch

[ Chorus ]

*Kon Artis singing*