D12 - Fame Lyrics Ft. Eminem

D12 - Fame Ft. Eminem

[Eminem - Intro]
Ayo, I know it’s been a minute
But were back!!!
It’s the return of the Dozen Muthaf-ckers
Lets goooo
[Hook - Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh
I getting lost in this game, game, game
I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh
Keep speakin’ my name, name, name
And you’ll have reason to hate me
Yeaaaah
Its like you dont want me to win
So this time i’m going in
[Verse 1]
This the life of a rah
Jager-meister and vodka
Hopping off at the club’s balcony into the crowd surfing
And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans
During my interviews, hocky masks, left the journalists on her ass
I’m high off Speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swollow E
In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police
I feel asleep on the sound board, aint did a song for weeks
And it’s ? all up in my head, giving thanks for grateful dead
Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ em out naked, and its December
N-ggas ask me why I did it, but f-ck it I can’t remember
[Hook - Eminem]
[Verse 2]
Them boys are wildin’
Drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan
Little cocker spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo
Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up
With a couple of sluts feeling nauseous, drinking
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from f-cking, when I bust there’s nothing left
Just Dozen, back on the stage
Give me my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks!
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I aint say shit about my balls
Last call, then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me
[Hook]
[Eminem]
Yeah this game has got me going crazy
F-ck it I am crazy
Whats new, what kind of f-cking glue you think I’d be if I was glue
We lost Proof, he was our groups glue but where was you when we were fallin’ apart?
You were shittin on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefing cause thats what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew
Cause its just crew, but were back now
Yeah we took our time but we punched through
Only thing were in a hurry for now is to rush you
And we back to say shit you dont got the guts or the nuts too
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, f-ck you
Atchooo, bless you
I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too
Yeah you think you’re the shit till we flush you
Have some bullshit to readjust to
Now theres just a few of us left but it’d be unjust to rob us our just dues
So Rest In Peace to Bugz and Proof, this ones for you homies we love you
But we can’t stop now we’d have too much of our blood drew from this fame
[Hook]

D12 - Kill Zone (Freestyle) Lyrics

D12 - Kill Zone (Freestyle)

yeah
d12 is back in the buildin’
about to hit yall’ with some freestyle shit
marry christmas motherfuckers
2011, get em’ get em’ yeah!

ayo’
im goin’ up that hinne’ low
cleveland he smoked, till siaked and coverd
blood and without a penny, broke
i never was a mathematician in class
division bored me, i was snoring. drempt of being
a graphic villan, then caps we pillin’
re-mash admishin. make ya’ face lookin’
like a fatal crash collision. blast a 5th and.
tip, out. i’ll throw you in the trunk,
kinda like an old white ladies but,
your ass is missin’

nigga’
you can’ compare me too rick ross,
in some ways. its whenever you see the boss
you gonna’ see gun play. put the torch in your face
and daffy duck in breal up. this ain’t call of duty
grab the oozy get cha ‘ kills up.
nigga’s be rollin’ plus they claim they
sittin’ on grands but they never tell you they
fucking gram’s are golden. im so cereal.
i’ll let the cannon busta, bust. in any senario.
bitch what the dilio. i could take the hardest.

sack then’ turn it too a kiddy’ show
if i find you fucked. like hide and go
giddy yo’. i am so vivid let the bullets play hide
and go get it. when i am pist off, i am so livid.
and nigga’s can’t fuck with us.
new nigga’s or old ones.
hit’ ya homies with hot hollows and grab a cold one.
who next flexin’?
i lift my two hands up.
i taken’ each one, and you can forward this text message.

y’all know bizzares gunna say some crazy shit
say 45 goin’ play shit
im amazin’ bitch
im the best rapper ever
get on stage in spandex and tight as leather, lace weed, cocain twins
stop lookin’ for bin laden, bin laden stay in detroit
brain, froze
can’t feel my toes
all i need is an eight ball, and a picher of amborose
20 thousand, dalante west can fuck my mother
50 thousand, he can sodamize my brother
eltan john say hes a celivic fag (whats a celivic fag?)
a fag who don’t like dick in his ass (wow)

damn straight
fuck it, we all going to heaven
so pull up some skinny jeans, and tongue kill john legend
im bout’ to go to canada, i can’t wait
tell bitches i know drake, and get my asshole ate

eatin’ pussy, nahh that aint cool
but whats cool’ is eating ass hair with food
im a rude dude
ruder then jude
baby face and if you aint attitude
and i smell food
time to eat pinky pornawoah time to beat wife went to work, time too cheat
in jail for rape somebody call reap, imma freak!

no survivin’ this poison is hybrid
bitches escaping on this ice, then fall out the side of it
i am a human perana, with a murderus’ persona
i dround a nigga’ inside his own saliva and blood
the mental isilum kicked me out, of it out it, it wasnt enough
i need a higher, more minatical place to call a club
imma’ cut throat
a nasty old animal
that will crack a nigga’ fast as a pastsheo’s and mozzeltove
i stomp a nigga’ for being soft
im just a dog that opened his mouth and broke the fuckin’ muzzle off

im cummin’ for your balls
at any cost, your washed it mars skeept through his cloths like a marg maller
im not sure
stab a nigga’ with rusty daggers
give em’ lock jaw, where they can’t open there trapper
imagine what hack saws could do to these rap frauds
you ain’t thuggin
they should be knockin’ on wood like jim dougin
im huggin’ this glock and imma’ squeez like an anaconda
thats standin’ on your block ill blast

any bandana that i see
i’ll beat cha’ with your own i.v.
in a spitte, i’ll put a pillow over that widdle and squeez
i’ve been a heaten
see i was my momma’s mistake
i born tirein’ im bombin where ever you basterds hibernate
they contimplate on killin me, im in the d’ livin it
im at the shootin range,a nd im bustin before im in that bitch