D12 - Bad News Lyrics

Send "Bad News" ringtone to your cell

You never wanna fight with

Or rock a mic with

Carry a knife with

Da Brigade on the night shift

Pack this big dick that I use

To fuck your wife with

You ain't the nicest

Derelicts with intelligence

Leaving your grill wide

Open like pelicans

Just wait

My words penetrate

Through your vertebrate

Til it snap your neck brace

And crack your chest plate

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]

You studies wanna job like assets

Rough is ready to start teaching niggas

In ass whippin' classes

Breaking glasses

Damage crews by the masses

Shit talking like Cassius

Get in your E-Class and dash bitch

Kon Artis

The only man that can expand the cervix

With the tip of my bone

Get in your girl and keep fucking

Until she starts

Screaming "Leave me

Alone"

Walking predacone

Looking for weak grade to set it on

From dusk til dawn I bomb

Went through hell and remain calm

The devils to stir us to fight me

Just to see what type of

Shit that I was on

Those bastards is why they got burnt

And turned into crisp XXXXX

With lyrics hotter than lava comes

It's urgent

That she splurge with

Before I merge with

Kuniva will make ya

Nerves emerge and split

Heard me bitch

You weren't worthy with the mic

Is why I snatch it

And people think and praise

With words that I like

With things that I say on you

You need someone to spar with

Put you in the back of my trunk

Get in my car trick

Running with nothing but thugs

With the fug

We more dangerous than L.A.

Cops with big clubs

Who's arresting you when you're drunk

You sick munk

Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps

Till you punks get the picture

Get it?

If rap was a whore you couldn't hit it

I make it my business

Twenty four seven to try and stick it

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[Kuniva]

Gotta get it

I gotta give it to you non-stop

Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught

Dead bodies rot

We making your body rock

Licking them off like lollipops

That the shotty pop

Kuniva snatch rolex chains

Watches and anklets

Dissin' the stank bitch

Packing heaters to make you thank quick

Now ain't this

Something you don't want a piece of

Don't worry about waiting these ones

Chillin' with me buds

[Chorus]

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