bugz’ 97 lyrics – d12

f**k that!
who run sh*t, watch these drums h*t
you dove head first into some old dumb sh*t
here’s a can of *ss whip, for you to come get
your clique made their trip, i made them hoes submit
ask your girl, she knows the scoop don’t f**k with bugz b*tch
i’ll chop off her t*tti, have you sucking one t*t
them pink belly *****s is who you run with
making half *ss songs, sh*tty snares and one kick
i hate your d*mn sound, don’t like it one bit
you can make a double alb*m, won’t have one hit
your entire outfit is on some bullsh*t
and there’s not a d*mn one that i can’t out wit

i admit, that my style is unfit
for mamma’s baby boy because i’m on some dumb sh*t
like i commit arsony, get harm quick
you pull the alarm switch, i’ll stab you in your armpit
now who the nitwit wanna come get with
this egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
don’t risk it, you’ll get your sh*t split
now keep your distance, and keep existence
i’m the persistent when it comes to bench sh*t
i smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
i’m relentless to deny you’re senseless
yo b*tch, pay my bill that’s where the h*ll your rent went
f**k that!

/ d12 lyrics