เนื้อเพลง Cock and Squeeze - D12

[Bugz]
Gimme some hash
and when i trip n*gga gimme ya mask
then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash
that precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast
get in your ass if you want have to leave and eagle mack (??)
you want a see-through class
dont take much to read you class
b*tch
you broke as f*ck and on the bus cuz your Regal smashed
this sh*t is lethal _
battle me i keep you mad
put you in a sleeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad
either _
or feel the wrath of my heater that
lyric punches makin meters blast on your speaker rack
crib, club or anywhere where theres people at
they love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at
your girl's a rat
tell that ho im not gonna beep her back
dont need her black
got too many other needer-rats
who heater fat (??)
i bet your gal aint f*ckin with my gat
im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat
gone black
your more whack
than a gold sack
you shown dat
when you flowed
that's a known fact
clone rap
s*ck a MC broad
need to pick another field, go out and find you a job
or either go out and rob
because
rappin' aint to function
you out of place,
like a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades
while my innovative ways
set your lyrics to a blaze
put a grimace on ur grave
im in the Guiness on a page
of history
puttin s*cka n*ggaz out they misery
its not a mystery
my victories are bodacious
it wouldn't matter if the judge is racist
and i was battling your aces in your b*tches bassment
im un-f*ckwitible
thats literal
face it, the general
with senses of a senitle
holdin on my genitals
right before i send tha fo's (fools)
down the earth like minerals
even after centerfolds
in videos, my ego goes
in cagnito hoes
from mosquito rolls
mean and biter
i hope you n*ggaz catch a case of arthrita
you aint no writer
it still dont even have a spider
Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters
yea yea b*tch
ya muthaphukkin biter

Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
Dirty Dozen dont f*ck wit us

Detroit n*ggaz roll deep
hold heat and talk slick
yea yea b*tch
stay off my d*ck

[Kon Artis]
i should tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife
and sit you in the alcohol bath for the night
and watch you strugglin strainin squeal for your life
dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da life
thats what i take from you
meet u in fake humble
attack your foundation until it crumble
its me and my dog be on stumble (??)
go _but stayin in tha right mind
just to blaze a track
to _or fake individuals that rap
screamin up your bootleg like they scared and sh*t
knowin that tha Kon Artis come prepared with clips
fuller then male scriptures
you watch u take pictures
notes and write down quotes and how i rap and get witcha
told u n*ggaz before we got much to gain
nothin to lose, curuptin the lives of all rules
tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him
tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him
with venom in it to murder him
servin' him right
D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite
we rock from state to state
and city to city
you make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities
and nobody wanna size D bra
_die wit side sh*t give it to y'all glit caught raw (??)
raw raw raw raw raw

Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
Dirty Dozen dont f*ck wit us

Detroit n*ggaz roll deep
hold heat and talk slick
yea yea b*tch
stay off my d*ck

[Proof]
I turn a hard n*gga yellow
and make his ass faster than a cheetah
don't blaze no blunts
but i blaze them thangs
amaze ya gang
wit bullets i rattle your frame
whos that_
stay suburban tusslin'
playin dat 3 digits
before cusslin (??)
bustin twin glocks
on your block
yellin my name loud puttin rhymes inside your mailbox
infared dots
BLAHW
caught your dreadlocks
waitin for tha cops
and tell him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac
hot lead to flesh
shot, bled to death
like Red and Meth
You need to Hoop Up
Soup Up
for battlin war
that on the more
i spattle ur horse
got battle dates on your tour
show up on you
battle on ur encore
_ wit dis sh*t
on ur mic grip, you might slip
hang it up
hit like Sonny _
peace to _
rock til the early morn'
this sh*t is on
i got da problem fiend fiend problems
my crew mugshot D12 uglier than the green goblin
i bring fear too
horror, near u
a fact why nobody wanna hear u
your whack b*tch!
what the f*ck you thought would happen?
when bullets start collapsin your frame
maintain or bring pain
freestyle fanatic named Pete
fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat
MC the extrordinair
steppin on ur bunyan
screamin 7 mile b*tch eastside come from Runyan
hold down your fort
snort like c*caine
Richard Pryor
i clap more clips than a liver squire (??)

yea yea b*tch what the f*ck you thought
y'all n*ggaz get caught like saught im incredible like the hulk
why settle for _n*gga
P-R the letter "O"
my sex is hetero
cash checks like federal
yo hedero b*tch!