filthy lyrics – d12

f*ck fat *ss nasty dirty n*gg*s
filth, sh*t, f*ckin filth yeea
ayo my style bust holes in the earth
crush the crust by the dirtiest
be the specializing in stoppin breathin
my legion a bleed man whether you belive in
heaven and h*ll
make your grill swell it ain’t hard to tell
i work spells or wicked like _
put _ head first, the round bursts another victim

nah man the boy pick em, stick em

hands on the half sh*t, i’m fillin my glands full of acid
two hands full of *ss dancing with angela b*ssett
make plans for the casket
your head lands in a basket
a dead mans in a plastic
i got red hands and a m*ss of fits
yeaah em
f*ckin rap pervert, i serve dirt
my sick thoughts get all mixed up like rainbow sherbert
get every nerve hurt, spot a mic and walk toward it
my whole click will beat your f*ckin *ss and camcord it

somebody hide my too many hoes on my d*ck
smoked all your hay who wants to start the crucial conflict
im the big daddy smokin blunts in cali
end up doing a drive by at the stay in school rally
stop stop knockin ’cause ain’t n*body there
hoes with aids i still f*ck bare
’cause i, i just don’t care
ill enuff to f*ck up all your dental care
when bizarre kid comes through you better yell may day
or you was havin good times like dynamite kujo _

[kon artis]
yeah yeah b*tch i get helmet from stank crack heads
and read my kids horror stories when i lay em to bed
ridin bikes b*tt naked
gettin freshed by police men
f*ck christmas this is take a gift season
beatin kids up for no reason
take lunch boxes and all
get em high off mushrooms
and play a friendly game of dodgeball

battlin the dirty dozen that don’t pay
you god dam right punk stay outta my way
[5x then fades out]

/ d12 lyrics