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(Public Service announcer:)
This is another Public Service Announcment brought to you, in part by that fat shower-cap wearing, nipple-rubbing, son-of-a bitch.(ptff...) Hey Bizarre! (Bizarre:) Yea...go ahead punk! Finish talkin'! (Public Service announcer:) The lyrics you're about to hear are totally fucked! They're geared towards the future lives of gay and lesbians of the world. So that being said, grab a blunt, take a big hit, sit back and enjoy the ride at handi cap circus. |
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Sound, camera, annnnnd...
action! (Introduction: spoken by Young Miles) Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! Bitches and whole-ass niggaz, the weirdo is back! I want everybody right now to put your blunts up! You're now listenin' to Bizarre's solo album, the Handi-cap Circus! and I'm your boy, young mile of the future! And my mans about to get it crackin' for ya'll! The band has a new lead singer! Everybody stand up! Put ya muthafucking hands up for the number one weirdo, Bizarre! (Bizarre:) Heeey.. bitch, its the nigga with the shower cap! Kickin' a nasty, dirty 50 rap. Detroit's on the maaap, and D12's back! Any nigger pop shit, get his ass smacked! I got two lesbians, full blown aids, 20 bucks, you can get your ass laid. Welcome to Detroit, where the city is cold, where niggas ride on pot holes, and fuck up their twenty-fous. Come to bail-out, where niggas drinking brew, where all-stars dance open to tunes. (??) Seven-mile estout(?) is where ya'll find me, or downtown, where its gritty and grimy! Detroit, the home of the trick-hoes, Monty Carlo's smoking gas(?) by the o's (coughing) But if ya want weed, holla at my man, seven-mile, the home of strawberry dan(???) Detroit is in the house and I thought I'd let you know. We smoking gas(?)and got them greens by the o's. This is 313 and I thought I would let you know. Detroit, the east side, the west side, nigger.... LETS GO!!! |
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(Intro:)
Brothers and sisters! We gonna have Church tonight! And tonight this speaker is, Reverend Ruffus Jackson.. (Chorus:) I wake up praising, God every day, I wanna....smoke some weed and roll me the J, Thankya Jesus! (Thankyou Jesus!) Thankya Lord! (Thankyou Lord!) For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! (Verse 1:) Nigger I'm high, nigger you high. (uh huh) lets get high in the motherfucking sky! Watch the butterflies, hit the wall, and if you're feeling down, give yer boy a call! Weed, it takes the stress away, thats why Bizarre smokes ten blunts a day. It's nuffing but the sticky, icky, green stuff! Line it, pass it and take a puff! Having a bad day, stop by my house, coz most likely, I've got a blunt in my mouth. So sit down relax and chill, and if ya don't smoke weed, then shit, I got sum pills! Watch ya need girl, a fucking refill? a fat bag a weed and sum happy meals? Nah, baby, I don't smoke no porks, only fat bags of weed in this escort. (Chorus:) I wake up praising, God every day, I wanna....smoke some weed and roll me the J, Thankya Jesus! (Thankyou Jesus!) Thankya Lord! (Thankyou Lord!) For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! (Verse 2:) Sunday morning, Bizarre have day, Blunt in my mouth, watching DJ Dre. Dangerous my, just like Cudio Only church I know, a snoop dogg's studio. Wide out the raps, blowing in my lap, Rap hennesy, keep the acid tap. I'm glad, that I didnt't go down south, Take care of my kids, be the man of the house, orange mushrooms, and yellow stars, Fat bags of weed(???) Get in and lap, come on jump in, Raid a bottle of gin, and two of your freaky friends O fuck it! Let's go to see the point, Bring your son alone, shit, he can hit the joint, Cause rapping, it's a full time job! All I wanna smoke weed and praise God! (Chorus:) I wake up praising, God every day, I wanna....smoke some weed and roll me the J, Thankya Jesus! (Thankyou Jesus!) Thankya Lord! (Thankyou Lord!) For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! (Outro:) Break it down....yea We gonna slow it down rite here... We havin' Church up in here tonight, it's the Reverend Rufuss Johnson... and we sittin' over here, at sixteen five-o, cone it(?) and ladies and gentlemen, come in, praise God with us.. (over chorus:) Baptist, Catholic, Jahova Witness, yea, come praise God, yea! services, send it, at 4-20, brothers and sisters send it at 4-20! come on, praise God. Just coz you smoke weed don't mean you a sinner! What!? (Bizarre: speaking) Just coz you smoke weed don't mean you don't believe in God! Jesus will keep care of ya! Jesus! You need Jesus! (coughing) |
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(Beeping noise...)
(Cough!) (Bizarre:)'Ey yo! This Bizarre, and ya'll listenin' to the Handi-cap Circus, I'm 'bout to call my man fat father I write quit(?), That's my joke partner, Every time I wanna hear a new joke or sum shit, I call this big ass nigga up! Let's call him up, see what the fuck he got to say! (Beeping as numbers on phone being pushed...) (Dial Tone...) (Fat Father:) Yep! (Bizarre:) What up man! (Fat Father:) What up! (Bizarre:) What's crackin'? (Fat Father:) Man slow-motion man, but I...I caught up with it. (Bizarre:) Are..are you tryna rehersin' or sumin'? (Fat Father:) Hell no.....having a meeting man! (Bizarre:) Ok, you tryna get on the police-force? (Fat Father:) (laughs) Nooo, nigga...hey man, hey you probably the private nigger that fried bacon naked so the grease will pop you! (Bizarre:) (Laughs) (Fat Father:) (Laughs) (Bizarre:) Where'd you get that one from? (Bizarre and Fat Father:) (Laughs) (Bizarre:) Oh, nah! You got this one call from (???) (Bizarre and Fat Father:) (Laughs) (Fat Father:) Hey man, you want the deal for breaking a niggas cream (??) (Bizarre:) (Laughs) (Fat Father:) (Laughs) (Bizarre:) Where the fuck you get that one from? (Fat Father:) (Laughs) That's new shit dog! Freshly published! (Bizarre:) And, and hows you (?) (Fat Father:) (Laughs) Hey, I heard you got a summer job breeding hound dogs! (Bizarre:) (Laughs) (Fat Father:) (Laughs) |
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I'm in luv witc,
I'm in luv witc, I'm in luv witc, I'm in luv witc, I'm in luv witc, I'm in luv witchu! (verse 1: Bizarre) I love the way you walk, I love the way you talk, I love the way you come from New York and don't eat pork! I like the way you smell, I like the fact that you stay in jail, Fourteen years old getting' fucked by R-Kel! (laughing) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like your nasty attitude, I like the way you get fucked when you nude, your whole back get bruised! (Aaaa!) Bitch I like your smile! I like the fact that your breath is foul! (Ugh!) I like it with your dirty weave, Comin' over, never wanna leave! (Wooo!) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like feeding you small meat, I like levelling you dirty cheeks!(?) I like feeding you all type of treats! I like getting' my ass beat, for two and a half weeks! Damn! (fuck you!) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like the fact that you fucking Proof! Go ahead tell Kuniva the truth! (tell him!) I like the fact that you broke, (ha ha!) I like the fact that you can't vote, Does this bitch always wanna smoke? (coughing) Bizarre's a fucking joke! (pass the blunt!) Bitch I hit you in your fucking throat! (I'm in luv witchu!) The fact that you on your period, I like the fact that you don't take it serious! I like the fact that you let my dog get it, (dog barking) His a (???) You know whats in it? (?) I like the fact that you voted for Bush! Tells us all(??) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like the fact you love my sister, That's why you suck my dick, till my knees blistered! I like the fact that you a female mechanic (??) I like the fact that you give it till you can't stand it! (take thiis.... Dick!) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like the fact you celebrate Christmas, Coz I sure damn miss it! (I do!) I like the fact that you listen to Snoop, I like the fact that you got fucked by Luke! (dirty bitch!) I like the fact you an actress I like the fact that you a singing (?) Does make it happen (laughing) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like the fact that you a cheater, I like the fact that I'm a beater, My name's Peter! The pussy-eater! (ooo) I like the fact you check I'm gay, I like the fact your son's always gay! I like the fact your booty smells, I like the fact you use (??) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like the fact your grandmother die, When she was eighty-five, the bitch finally died! Stayin alive! (crying) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like it that you don't care about your kids, (where's Johnny?) I like the fact that you get into bed, I like the fact that you so cool, I like swimming in your dirty pool, (splash) I like the fact that your fathers (??) I like the fact that your fathers a black man tryna be a white man! (Yeah!) (I'm in luv witchu!) I like to fuck a black moose, I like you know macs loose, I like the fact you handicapped, I like the fact you tryna rap! I like the fact that you got an old caprice, I like the fact that you robbed bay's(?) niece (I'm in luv witchu!) I like the fact that you've been molested, (touch me!) I like the fact you've been arrested, (sirens) I like the fact your cold's congested, I like the fact you a member of the (??) THIS IS WHAT I REALLY WANNA SAY! (Matter of a fact...) (I'm ....I) I hate your fucking cooking, (bitch you can't cook!) I hate the way you fucking' lookin' (bitch you ugly!) Bitch you ain't from Broklyn, you ain't a fucking woman! I hate your smile! I hate your style! Bitch you an ugly ass reptile, You need to be meat, Bitch you uglier then Sindy Margery! I HATE YOU! |
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I'm a rock star
Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star (Pass the blunt please) Jumpin' jumpin' jumpin' my rock car 'Cause I'm a rock star Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star Where is Marshall? Who the hell cares? Bizarre's on stage, shaking his derrier I'm a rock star, touch my belly Hugs and kisses get my clothes all sweaty I'm the man, The lead singer of the band On stage, for thousands of fans Or you could be a dancer for Hammer If you look you could see me in the camera Acting like Luther Vandross Anything to get them clothes off The fans want Bizarre, they don't want Em I'm backstage making out with Kim I'm a rock star Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star Jumpin' jumpin' jumpin' my rock car 'Cause I'm a rock star Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star Jumpin' jumpin' jumpin' in my rock car Rock... and roll... The girls are gazing, it's so amazing Black, white, thirteen to eighteen I'm on TRL with David Chappelle Talkin' bout the little two days I did in jail Give me a sandwhich, feed me lunch You want some water? Girl where's my punch? If I don't get punch, you gon' get punched Matter fact forget lunch The guy with the shower cap running the streets Big ol' stomache, they all know me Last video, I was in the back Now I started a group with Horney Mac I'm a rock star Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star Jumpin' jumpin' jumpin' my rock car 'Cause I'm a rock star Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star Jumpin' jumpin' jumpin' in my rock car Rock... and roll... Me and 50 working out Show you what the rock stars all about It's been a while, I'm coming out Doin' laps around Jimmy Iovine's house I don't drive, I got a chauffer to pick me up Big ol' truck that's all beat up Blue Cadillac, Diamond in the Back " r. Dre's on line one" Tell him to call me back I'm too busy to take his call I'm at the mall, collecting girls' drawers This Rock Star stuff is the life for me May 27th, buy my cd I'm a rock star Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star Jumpin' jumpin' jumpin' my rock car 'Cause I'm a rock star Baby baby baby, I'm a rock star Rock... and roll... |
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( Verse 1 - Bizarre )
Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herb Smokin', drinkin' all on the curb Christmas trees, ???, all types of ??? Meds, hydro even ??? I don't rap for weed Freestyles, hooks whatever you need Come to my house we can go to G room Smoke some shrooms and look up at the moon Take off your shoes, relax your feet While I roll some ??? and the Fat's beat Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat You know Bizarre, he be lovin' some sweets I smoke so much my shit is green Next week it'll be all clean Bizarre's in the back, 84 Lac Poppin' some pills (??) listenin' to ??? Mac ( Chorus - King Gordy ) x 2 Ya'll wanna get high (get high) And listen to music (listen to music) Some of that good old Hip Hop (Hip Hop) Ghetto music (ghetto music) ( Verse 2 - Swifty McVay ) I'm from Detroit bitch where nothin' is splendid I roll shit and light up trees like the month of December I'm in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies ??? Long Island, allow me to finish this off with a vallum Now we, ??? zombies gettin' in touch with Hip Hop and R&B Laughin' at shit around me, you overstep your boundaries I ain't slappin' your hand, you tryna snatch my gans I'm in the casino slangin' vicodine, cloudy What can you say a nigga thats slick, old dust and Saudi Arabia and I can ??? I'll be smoky as a kettle black If you ain't Clinton, you inhalin' that So I'ma force you to smoke for the hell of it ( Chorus ) x 2 ( Verse 3 - Stic.man ) I love to see the homie cliqued up, fist up Cackies on, sag, bandanna, rags twist up Hood pry, unified, gees up, ride or die Livin' by the code of the street, an eye for an eye Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life Homies hangin' at the pool hall out on the block shootin' dice Every set of push ups is for my locked up comrads And for the ones we lost during combat Pourin' out kanyak, on the concrete Where the junkies sleep, little kids runnin' the street My life is full of pain, but its positive still Now that I'm ??? to the game, I'm harder to kill Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the ??? ??? out the cars lil homie, you the cards lil homie Yes you are lil homie, we all stars lil homie ( Chorus ) x 2 |
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(Intro: Bizarre)
Aight here we go, yeah This track is dedicated, to my grandfather, Sweet Red We love you.. can't nobody walk like you tonight (Chorus: Bizarre) I'm so coooool ? look at the way, look at the way I walk I'm so coooool ? my gangsta lean, look at the way I talk I'm so coooool ? look at the way, look at the way I walk I'm so coooool ? my gangsta lean, look at the way I talk (Bizarre: singing) Girl, you don't have to have no sex (no sex) Just bend your body, and work yo' neck See I'm so coooool.. I ain't tryin to break no sweat (phew) Just give you some sex, that you won't forget (ahh!) So just chill.. and just roll the weed up (cough cough) It's the way I walk, my legs ain't messed up See I'm so coooool.. coolest nigga that you know (that you KNOW!) Cause Jerry Hollywood is 'bout to go (YEAH!) (Chorus) (Bizarre: singing) I'm the big guy with the shower cap on TV (yeah) And all the hoes, they all love to see me Cause I'm so coooool ? my sexy stomach, they love all my tats In a hotel room, hittin it from the back (who yo' daddy!) Cause I'm so coooool ? all the hoes let me nut, on they clothes-es And when I fart, MOTHERFUCKERS SMELL LIKE ROSES! CAUSE I'M SO COOL! Ahh, cool, motherfucker I'm cool Aiyyo Chav, show these motherfuckers how cool I am! YEAH!! (Chorus) (Interlude: Bizarre) Just be cool man You havin problems with your label, be cool You havin problems in yo' marriage, be cool Cause I'm cool, can't nothin fuck up my spirit, WHOO! I'm just gon' keep poppin these pills And livin in "Alice in Wonderland," with the butterflies Ha ha, I wanna give a shout out to All them old folks, in the old folks home Smokin that weed when the nurse leave (Chorus) (Outro: Bizarre) Yeah, what's cooler than bein cool? Aiyyo Proof, why don't you do that Young Legend walk? (hahaha) Walk like Young Legend Proof.. ahh I see you, hahahaha I see you, ha ha ha, aiyyo Obie! Ha ha Ay walk like you be walkin when you walkin in the airport Do that airport walk.. ah-hahaha, yeah, heh Boy you a damn fool (fades out) |
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(Bizarre)
Girl, I got a crush on you Girl, I got a crush on you Girl, I got a crush on you Girl, I got a crush on you Girl, I got a crush on you Girl, I got a crush on you Hey, little mama Don't you know I.. like your style I wanna pick you up and.. show you around My hometown This is how.. I get down, yeah ? freeeak ? freeeak Girl, can you cook? "Hell yeah" Cause I don't really care, how you look "You don't?" Cause all I wanna do is.. {Bizarre mumbles "hold you" and a girl mumbles "hold me"} All I wanna do is.. {Bizarre mumbles "hold you" and a girl mumbles "hold me"} Girl, I got a crush on you Girl, I got a crush on you Girl, I got a crush on you Girl, I got a crush on you {weird voice talks hilariously} |
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(Verse 1: Bizarre)
"This is a bad day.." (Random lady:) "Motherfucker you need to get up and find your ass a job, Im sick of you just layin around all day long playin nintendo. They dont even make nintendos no more! Where the hell you find that shit at? And I know that you can find a job, your bus pass is in your wallet I seen that shit yesterday, you just sit up all day long! Lie lie lie Eat eat eat Drink drink drink You dont do shit! Im sick of you!" (Bizarre:) "Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God, got my asscheeks stuck to a fishin rod, wheres the dogs aint no frogs, momma cookin breakfast with no (laws?) I got my grub on, but didnt pig out, no Thanksgivin so we eatin, carry out. This dude came through my front door, he said I wouldnt live to see 24 I gotta go cause I got on flip flops If I sold out then my feet 'd drop. Had to stop, at the red light, everybody laughin at my yellow dirtbike. And everythings alright I got a beatin from Sherry, shes a transvesdite Callin up my homies and Im askin yall Bring twenty, bottles of alcohol Playin football, and Im in trouble They gave me the ball, I fumbled And I cant believe, my best friends gay Today was a bad day. (Chorus:) "Yeah..today was fucked up hey man you gotta sing fo these niggas Today was a bad day Today was fucked up!" (Verse 2:) "I bust my ass in the shower Got on this fresh new baby powder Kids just today these dudes try to blast me Saw the police, and got my ass beat No flexin, wooped my ass, in the intersection, till I shoot thats the question With the beats and, I was watchin rap city, shootin them craps, I got fifty Shake em up (x3) Shake em A couple a niggas, watch me all break em They beat my ass, I need nine, nine eleven They threw my ass through this back door They took all my cash flow Punched me in the chest, and kicked me in the asshole I just found out, my best friends gay Today was a bad day." (Chorus:) "Yeah..today was all fucked up rainin an shit. Today was a bad day Rainin shit, yeah. You seen that shit nigga Today was fucked up!" (Verse 3:) "Left my homies house paid, picked up this chick been tryin rape since twelth grade Its ironic, decisions and demand An art test fired on the fan (?) Took a trip to Miami Got my ass beat at the twenty first grammys My dick is so weak, so weak, so weak I put my own ass to sleep Woke up around one, didnt hesitate to say that she didnt cum Ridin down seven mile coast an, sippin on a potion, rubbin on some baby oil lotion And nothin seems, to work out She smacked me in the face, and mirked out Today was like one of those bad dreams, jackin off with a bowl full of whip cream Helicopter lookin for the murderer Two in the mornin got the Cody allen (?) burger Even with the lights of the good year blimp, and in red, bizarre aint shit Drunk as hell, and Im throwin up Page your cat off, so you know it aint blowin up I found that my best friend was gay Today was a bad day.." (Chorus:) "You seen that shit nigga Today was a bad day Today was fucked up! Hannicap Circus, commin soon Bizarre, HannniCap Circus Today was a bad day mother fucker Fuck yall." |
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(INTRO)
Fuckin do this.. {crash} Fuck it! (VERSE 1) "Susan! Make sure the door's locked!" Too late, bitch, I done pulled the fuckin glock Hit you in the face with a mop and tie you up with socks "Dial 9-1-1!" Bitch, I am a fuckin cop! I'm not a cop, I'm a fuckin lieutenant For the last two months, I been suspended Suspended, cause I love to shoot Male prostitutes I love to catch them walkin down 7 Mile and the boulevard Put a nine to them, catch em off guard Any time of the day, I walk up to them and steal em God hate fags, sent me here to kill em Don't reach for the phone, don't call for help I know you hate me, I fuckin hate myself I need someone to talk to, I'm glad you listen Cause ten minutes from now, I'll be in prison (CHORUS) I need, someone, to listen to meee.. I need, someone, who cares about meee.. (my wife is a slut) I need, a friend, I need, a friend, I need, a friend, I need, a friend (VERSE 2) "Aaaah!" Shut up, bitch, before I shoot you This fuckin nine will fuckin execute you You're probably wonderin why I'm in your house It's a long story, just help me out See, the story is that I'm a rapper that's tryna make it Now I'm a rapist, that's tryna take it You like my chain? Bitch, don't break it My mother gave it to me, it's kinda sacred I used to be a Catholic priest, now I'm livin on the streets Wanted for touchin my little niece A turn-off is my niece kissin me W-where the fuck you goin, bitch? Listen to me And please believe she started with me first I didn't know she was a virgin and her booty don't work Stop starin at the phone, you can't make a call I got your ass cheeks, nailed to the wall And I'm finally glad that the truth came out This is the part where it ends, I blow my brains out {gun fires} (CHORUS) I need, someone, to listen to meee.. I need, someone, who cares about meee.. (my wife is a slut) I need, a friend, I need, a friend, I need, a friend, I need, a friend, I need, a friend, I need, a friend, I need, a friend, I need, a friend {gun fires} |
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(Intro)
I ain't shit I ain't even go to college Matter of fact I ain't even think about goin' to college If I wasn't be doin' this music shit I don't what the fuck I'd be doin' (Verse 1- Bizarre) Ever since I was seven, I wanted to be a rap artist Ten years later, I'm still out here starvin' Started off talent shows, battles around the block To bein' in the house, 'round six o'clock Rappin', ***** you better get a job Stop stayin' in the house, lookin' like a fat slob And mama, I'm serious about this rappin' She thought at the snap of a finger, it would all happen Didn't think about school, homework I left Report card, came home with all F's I saw Redman, walked up to him and bust a rap He said I was sweet and gave me a lil ??? Couple hours, he'll give my phone a tap I sit there, waited, he never called me back I didn't take a shower, I waited for six hours Where the fuck is Reggie Noble?! (Hook x2- Bizarre) You get one shot, only get one shot to take it You get one chance, only get one chance to make it You get one choice, only get one choice to break it Be a man, be a man ***** (Verse 2- Bizarre) 18 years old, mom threw me out the house Responsibility, am I a man or a mouse I'm starvin', tryna get a nine to five And I'll do anything just to survive I wanna go to Open Mic, but I gotta work tonight Plus I can't pull up to the club, in a yellow dirk bike My girlfriend's pregnant, I think she's havin' a boy I gotta get two jobs, gotta buy her some toys Plus my rap partner say he quit, he's goin' to church After 5 years of puttin' in work (Hook x2- Bizarre) You get one shot, only get one shot to take it You get one chance, only get one chance to make it You get one choice, only get one choice to break it Be a man, be a man ***** (Verse 3- Bizarre) I notice my goals is gettin' further away Crystler plant, they gave me a call back today Sixteen hour shift, leaves me a whip Beeper on my hip, money starts to flip Been six months, ain't no Hip Hop in here My stomach gettin' fat for drinkin' all them beers All I do is watch football and beat my wife God damnit where the hell is my wife My wife ain't cheatin', I know she ain't cheatin' But every once in awhile she deserves a fuckin' beatin' My group havin' a meetin' about tryna reunite But I won't be there cause I gotta fuckin' work tonight And I keep on cryin', just bout to lose it Its been 2 years since I been away from music The best MC from Detroit, ***** I was the man Don't be like me and blow your chance (Hook x2- Bizarre) You get one shot, only get one shot to take it You get one chance, only get one chance to make it You get one choice, only get one choice to break it Be a man, be a man ***** |
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(feat. Eminem)
(Intro: Bizarre) Yeah...huh...(hip hop, hip hop, hip hop) Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop) Hit some of this Cali guido(hip hop) Listen to some muthafuckin'... (hip hop) Everybody got a little story they gotta tell Niggaz ain't heard my shit...hahaha The life of Bizarre...what! (Verse 1: Bizarre) Hip hop, that's the way of life (Word?) If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (Grab it!) Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some Always told myself that I would never be losin' Man I ain't had no hood, my mother was always movin' (Damn!) From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit (C'mon!) God damn, Mama, what's the point? (the fuck?) So I would go in my room and pack my little bags (Aughh!) Jump in the truck with my step-dad When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger Got a little older, man, the force got stronger (Yeah!) And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye So he picked up and started a group with some other guys (Haha) This is hip hop...man, I won't stop Yo Big Boi (What up?) Gimme a beatbox (beatbox) (Chorus) Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop Hip hop Hip hop (Verse 2: Bizarre) From the hip hop shop to Maurice Malone (Uh-huh) Ten years later, I'm still in the zone (Word?) 7 Mile and ??? where a star was born (Yeah!) United we stand, divided we swore (D-12!) And hell yeah, I lived in my car (Yeah!) Bitch, I was homeless, I would have slept in a jar (Hahahaha) And Dirty Management, I wish all the best But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best (That's right) It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts (What?) Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't buy an ounce (Hell yeah) And now that we platinum, they diss our name (What?) Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce (What?!) To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and niggas in the club To the e-dubs and niggas you ain't heard of And man, I don't know how to use a gun (Naw) But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come! (Chorus) (Verse 3: Eminem) Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did, I Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger When I was younger I was so eager To have a gun I would do the same Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range Me and my man Goofy Gary just tryin' to let loose some steam Muthafuckas laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim So I'd pull the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thang I used to have this theory: keep three bullets in the gun It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan For each bullet if you got no CCW license I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come? Hide that sumbitch in the glovebox or inside the trunk Now, back to what my three-bullet theory was I'm triple platinum, I ain't tryin' to catch no murder one Figured I'd shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one But them other two gon' fuck his shoulder and his kneecap up Then I'ma say it's self defense, how come I had the gun Was because I was at the range, on my way back from This dude approached me on some bullshit I'd get a year for each bullet at the most As opposed to havin' a full clip in that That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety But it gave me power, and it made me crazy And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it Thank God it was empty the night that I got caught with it What the fuck, man I thought that it was supposed to be... (Chorus) |
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(feat. Obie Trice)
(Intro:) Maybe its the weed Maybe its more than the fucking weed (Hook:) Doctor doctor, come put the breaks on me You better send me home Cause I ain't leavin' till somethin' leave with me Right now that's all I'm on (Verse 1: Bizarre) I've had a headache for the last three days And the last couple days I been missin' some pay Do I have AIDS? I'm sniffin' and coughin' And really this doesn't happen to often Maybe I'm trippin', maybe I got the flu Maybe I'm stressed out, somethin' I'm goin' through Its been a week and me and wife ain't have sex I'm usually a wild guy, I'll break her fucking neck I'm sick and I'm starting to wimper Its 90 degrees, its like December My temperature is 106 I can't shit and I feel like shit (Hook: x2) Doctor doctor, come put the breaks on me You better send me home Cause I ain't leavin' till somethin' leave with me Right now that's all I'm on (Verse 2: Bizarre) More trouble, here comes day two I took a shit in my white underroos My eyes look like I been smokin' crack Exlax got me throwing up big macs Nyquil, Advil, Tylenol, synus Carryin' my ??? around like I'm ??? Maybe its the pork I ate in New York Or maybe my baby mama wantin' child support Or maybe its the fish that made me sick Or maybe its the prostitute I let suck my dick Or maybe its just the bottle of vodka I don't care, I just need to see the doctor (Hook: x2) Doctor doctor, come put the breaks on me You better send me home Cause I ain't leavin' till somethin' leave with me Right now that's all I'm on (Verse 3: Obie Trice) I'ma kill this bitch, the tip on my dick Ain't got an itch but I couldn't resist the switch She's the type of bitch made to flinch Walk passed *****s, all in the ass Or its because I had a tall glass I dropped my drawers without my dick wrapped Purhaps, I could catch the crabs But at that moment that's irrelevant I knew what I know now, I practice celibace And be hesitant from tappin' Evelyn Heaven sent a message when I came back negative Never fuck a bitch in the ass off a laxative (Hook: x2) Doctor doctor, come put the breaks on me You better send me home Cause I ain't leavin' till somethin' leave with me Right now that's all I'm on |
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(Chorus:)
Daddy's really comin home, just hold tight I just don't know how long I'll be gone this time Just keep my picture on the wall, baby girl don't cry 'Cause I don't know when I'll be home (verse 1: Bizarre) Ever since I was young, it's been my dream To be successful, doin this music thing Music is a part of my soul I'll be sixty years old, still on the road A grown ass man tryin to make a living A grown ass man makin grown man decisions Relax; I don't want you to work Let me go out here and put in the dirt I'll buy you a skirt, brand new Coach purse Whenever I leave, I know it still hurts What, you want a watch, a bracelet, or a chain? How about my chest? A tattoo of your name Man I'm sick of all this luggage that I'm rattling Trust me I'm sick of fights and all this traveling Two weeks in the UK, three days in Hong Kong It won't be long, I'll be home (Chorus:) Daddy's really comin home, just hold tight I just don't know how long I'll be gone this time Just keep my picture on the wall, baby girl don't cry 'Cause I don't know when I'll be home (verse 2: Kuniva) Look, your daddy has to hit the road And I know you're getting old enough to notice that I'm gone And I know I'm your best friend, the one that you look up to Some people think I'm overprotective but I just love you And even though I'm gone, I'd rather be home wit you And no matter where I'm at your daddy is gon' miss you You're my little man so be nice to your baby sister And give mommy a big hug for daddy and kiss her 'Cause I know she gets tired at times I feel guilty I wish that I could take y'all wit me But it's crazy out here and I don't wanna expose you To the frustrations of this rap game that I go through And honestly, I don't even do it for me I do it so we could live life comfortably And that's why I wear y'all proudly around my neck And I don't care who last said it daddy has your respect and just know that... (Chorus:) Daddy's really comin home, just hold tight I just don't know how long I'll be gone this time Just keep my picture on the wall, baby girl don't cry 'Cause I don't know when I'll be home (verse 3: Bizarre) (Beep, Beep) Man, here comes the van I wanna thank Mathew Knowles for giving me a chance Got the advance now it's time to hit the streets And I'll be home in three and a half weeks What college you goin to? That's your decision Just know that I'll be here to pay your tuition The only daddy you know, and that's on the real And I been takin care of you since Murray Ill I moved down south, big old house Got you two horses and a lake full of trout And Sundays, I put on my new house shoes Lookin at TV, watchin the Lions lose I miss Papi, Pug, Pepper and Patches Man I can't go to sleep on that brand new mattress Even though, I make music in the band Big Boi and Dave see you at Lake Ann (Chorus:) Daddy's really comin home, just hold tight I just don't know how long I'll be gone this time Just keep my picture on the wall, baby girl don't cry 'Cause I don't know when I'll be home |
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(feat. D12)
(Swift) My .44 be giving lyposuctions I blow a hole through your stomach open it up you'll be spillin your own guts I'm a mad man, a walking trash can You get beat with my bear hands, fuck a last chance A macmilly will smack you silly The epitemy of what really can be the definition of misery I'm never missing im hittin it I murder mittiney, ??? thumpin and puncturing kidney They put a nigga on "Ripley's", bitches I ain't working I'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (nigga) What a nigga need is a millimeter to eat Have'em kissing a millipeed 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, when the shit get thick Stupid bitch get hit with the 4.5th I'm a Ex-??? who fought in Vietnam Every night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh shit) My dick so many places, all I do is laugh Big hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffes I'm On "Fear Factor" eatin worms and broccoli Tomato, Mustard, mixed with Guatamali Strated a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack" I dj and scratch while he smoke crack (Chorus: Kon Artis) Now who want it with (us) Please don't forget (that) If you don't it up we taking it Cuz we don't want y'all to get it twisted at all D12 don't give a fuck about Nothing At All Now who fucking with (us) Please don't forget (that) If you don't give it up we takin it back And We don't y'all to get twisted at all D12 don't give a fuck about nothing at aaaaaaaaaaaall (Kuniva) I'm sure ya moma told you, nigga that drugs kill (yeah) If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs will Now everybody saying they real and they hug steal (fo' real) 'Till they find'em layin dead in this tub with blood spill all over the floor, carpet to wall, i'm talking to y'all you can call your peoples my nigga i'm sparking'em all Barking at dogs that's bitin for real, starvin and fightin for meal bizarre got viking and pills Swift And Denaun ain't likely to chill they hot headed You a bitch yeah I said it I bet if god let it happen then it's over Kuniva's out of his will (yeah) I just shot up his crib and Knock the snot outta his kids (Kon Artis) Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to next life You in the way and you subject to be one with this knife I ??? For Bitches life Straight ??? Surgery y'all run to emergency with an achin urgency Yeah I'm nice, common courtesy Escourt you to the imfermary 7 mile, Ruyon ave. 'Till they straoght up bury me You expect us to believe that you scrap and the it cost When you ??? a 44 dog you lost And ain't talking 'bout a doggy loss I'm Talking about a Fuckin puppy when i'm sayin 'bout a doggy loss I scatter cries when I'm haulin off mozzeltov a nigga'll cross his head with a bottle of Scotch (Chorus) (Proof) Don't get it twisted nigga we here nigga Who ever said Scrapping isn't a sport Got me and bizzy in court, shadowboxing an invisible assault Proof gon give it to ya raw like O.D.B. Homey please who better than D-twease and Obie .T (Shady) Phony G's walkin and talkin, Never cocking a cock gun Macauly Caulkin, actors we droppin ya coffins When my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. list Tatted So ??? from ya neck to ya ass cheek And actually when murderers ??? my glock ??? Your life is like fat people legs it's not needed Se how high P is, Steamin in the snow like how P is D12 we got this biatch (Chorus) |
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