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uncut version of fight music video

Tags: éminem d12 fightmusic
Music video by D-12 performing How Come/Git Up: Closed Captioned (Edited Version) with Davy Duhamel (C) 2004 Shady Records/Interscope Records

Tags: D-12 How Come/Git Up Hip Hop Shady Records Davy Duhamel
Music video by D-12 performing Fight Music: BET Version, Closed Captioned with Marc Klasfeld (C) 2001 Interscope Records

Tags: D-12 Fight Music Pop Interscope Marc Klasfeld
Music video by D-12 performing U R The One with Davy Duhamel [Video Director], Billy Parks [Video Producer] (C) 2004 Shady Records/Interscope Records

Tags: D-12 The One Hip Hop Shady Records Davy Duhamel [Video Director] Billy Parks Producer]
D12 Eminem American Psycho Devils Night Lyrics: [Eminem] I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gus)-ting I'm (white), a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before .. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr .. Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So - lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme? [Chorus: Eminem] You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams [Bizarre] It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey [Chorus] You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams [Kon Artis] I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's got more power than (?) Dragon's python so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight) Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace so you can have somethin to stare at [Chorus] You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams http://www.lyricsmania.com

Tags: eminem d12 american psycho proof lyrics bizarre hip-hop rap rapshite
Clip de D12

Tags: D12
Keep talkin from D12 world 2004 Ja rule and Benzino diss

Tags: D12 Eminem Kuniva Swifty Bizzare Proof Kon artist ShadyRecords beef JaRule benzino 2004
Music video by D-12 performing Git Up: Uncut Version (C) 2004 Shady Records/Interscope Records

Tags: D-12 Git Up Hip Hop Shady Records
This song is done by D12 and 50 Cent, featured on the 8 Mile Soundtrack. However, on the soundtrack, the words "White House" and "Cheney" are edited from Eminems verse, but not in my version.

Tags: D12 50 Cent Eminem Rap Game Mile Soundtrack Unedited Uncensored Proof
Music video by D-12 performing Purple Hills: MTV Version with Joseph Kahn (C) 2001 Interscope Records

Tags: D-12 Purple Hills Pop Interscope Joseph Kahn
song: I don't wanna go to school.. I don't need no education I don't wanna be like you.. I don't wanna save the nation I just wanna live my life.. everyday a celebration One day I'ma leave this world.. I'm waitin for the revelation [Bizarre] I wanna kill myself! I'm still debatin In front of a baptist church, masturbatin Prayin to Satan - think I'm crazy cause I smoke crack live on (?) in a two-family flat? (Fuck it) Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broom My moms on her period, my dad's in my room (Daddy no!) I got ten rocks and I need to get out I told him in five minutes, out my own damn mouth (Moms smoke crack) My poor grandmother, God bless her soul The bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cold (hahaha) There's three things that keep me from bein a Nazi I'm black, a fag, and my dad's Liberace [Kon Artis] No matter how bad the beatin, I went to school cheatin My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin Stick with school I had to have nuts just to do it Got bored and became truant When I had the gall to go I just couldn't do it I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shit How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparel like me, outcast, last in class First to leave, when the teacher called on me Best believe I had somethin up my sleeve [Eminem] I've been praised and labelled as crazed My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage An angry teenager, nothin can change me back Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac I was boostin, so influenced by music I used it as an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid No one can tell me nothin hip-hop overwhelmed me to the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm It was like isolatin myself was healthy It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy Compelled me to excel when school it failed me Expelled me and when the principal would tell me I was nothin, and I wouldn't amount to shit I made my first million and counted it Now look at, a fuckin drop-out that quits Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it That's why [Chorus] [Swifty McVay] I was raised with a rifle and mask Steadily beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past (bitch) I was never on that punk shit; fuckin around can get yo' belove abducted, smothered in blood quick You couldn't pay Swift to give a fuck Was crazy like my father, it musta been poison in that nigga's nut Far as probation, fuck peein in cups I violate at any time, let 'em see the blunt I grew up steadily masturbatin inside of cells Young as hell, havin conversations with myself You could tell I wasn't lenient, a disobedient Lynched and slapped teachers, bitch I'm not readin it You don't know what dawgs go through, a little nigga Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do? I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that I'ma hurt you if you ever again mention a curfew [Kuniva] Look, my family ignored me and I don't like that They don't even listen when I tell them I'll be right back (Yeah whatever) This nice beautiful house ma, it don't mean shit Cause you know daddy's a drunk and he don't clean shit And yesterday he hit me like a grown fuckin man I couldn't stand up to him, I just ducked and ran I'm sick of this, I wish on Christmas that I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this (Fuck it) I got no friends and I can't get a bitch Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips Nothin to smile about, I'm about to lose my mind Got me an automatic nine, now I'm ballin out [Proof] Wait 'til school's over, pu-pil are people to shoot through Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two Since my fame is this new dude, in this high school Losin his noodle learn that people don't like you The football jocks is, spittin on him Popular kids in school is now pickin on him Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him And his teacher in his english class keep flippin on him And now he's grounded with no allowances for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach? Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoat All I ever seen is.. {violence, violence} Told me to keep silent, stepped back in my eyelids It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all That's why I blew out my brains and murdered you all [Chorus]

Tags: d12 eminem kon artis bizarre Swifty McVay kuniva Proof
Eminem und D12 war am 06. April 2004 bei TV-Total zugast. Einfach nur witzig. Vorallem seine Deutschkentnisse.

Tags: Eminem D12 D-12 Tv Total My Band Interview Marshall Mathers
Bizarre] Yeah, welcome to Amityville [Swifty] Detroit, nigga! [Bizarre] The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha! [Chorus - Eminem] Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through nobody got my back in this bitch but this two Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol [Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you [Proof] Stepped in the door waving the four-four blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low They call my (?), but I spit fire I lit five inside a fucking dickrider The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG you love being ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business It won't be the same since we touching the game make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame? I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains [Chorus] [Kuniva] The only time that I'm at piece/peace is when I'm close to one cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping I'd rather pack the heat and not need rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic [Gunshot] [Kon Artis] You know the sound when I'm spinnin round spittin these rounds from fo' pounds while the whole crowd is screaming as loud from they're mouths as they possibly allow Nothing is parallel to making you carousel arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0 Some semi-automatic for static's the motto spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado [Chorus] [Bizarre] This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!) It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!) It'll make Holyfield start fighting it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran It'll make Ike stop beating Tina it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA! [Eminem-Chorus] [Swifty] Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up [Bizarre] Look at where the fuck we stay at! Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at! Fuck around with us, you get popped

Tags: r&b rap
[Eminem] I don't know dude I think everybody's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me dude And they need to take it up with me after the show Because... CHORUS [Eminem] These chickys don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my band [Eminem] So I get off stage right, drop the mic Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like "What's up ladies, my name's Slim Shady I'm the lead singer in D-12 baby" They're all like "Oh my God it's him" "Becky oh my fuckin' God it's Eminem" "I swear to fuckin' God dude you fuckin' rock" "Please won't you please let me suck your cock" And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes Throw their bras and their shirts and the panties on stage So like every single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda like siblin' rivalry 'cause they're back on stage the next night with me "Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me" Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me 'cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be This rock star shit, it's the life for me And all the other guys just despise me because Chorus My band (9x) [Swifty] You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you? Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph, you's a liar And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva) And what the hell is wrong with that dressing room 'cause my shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, it's simple but all I did was read a Russell Simmons book So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back [Kuniva] Look him little punk ass thinkin' he the shit [Kon Artis] Yeah I know man find himself takin' on a flick [Kuniva] Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue [Eminem] No! I had an interview, not you two [Kuniva] You gonna be late for soundcheck [Kon Artis] Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck [Kuniva] But our mics are screwed up [Kon Artis] And his always sound best You know what man I'ma say somethin' [Kuniva] Aiyo Em (You got somethin' to say?!) [Kon Artis] Man no [Kuniva] I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man what's up [Kon Artis] Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew [Kuniva] Man I was 'bout to talk right after you I swear, I swear man Chorus [Proof] They say the lead singer's rock, but the group is not Once we sold out arenas to the amusement parks I'ma go let the world know that Proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the music starts Ready to snap on a dumbass fan Every time I hear... (Hey dude I love your band!) We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent And these guys they can find every area code (Proof carry my bag) Bitch carry your own Can't make it to the stage, security in my way (Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!) [Bizarre] God damn it I'm sick of this group Time for me to go solo and make some loop I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps Till Kon Artis, slipped me some crack Lose Yourself video, I was in the back Superman video, I was in the back Fuck the media, I got some suggestions Fuck Marshall, ask us a question Like who's D-12, how we get started (But what about Eminem?) Bitch, are you retarded? Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute (Hey sexy) Then he told me to do sit-ups to get buff I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up Fuck D-12, I'm outta this band I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne [Eminem] Girl why can't you see you're the only one for me and it just tares my ass apart to know that you don't know my name [Bizarre] These chicks don't even know the name of my band (haha) But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall) 'cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah) All because I'm the lead singer... [Eminem] My band (9x) [Bizarre] (In background) The hottest boy band in the world D12! [Eminem] (as a salsa singer) I'm the lead singer of my band I get all the girl's to take off their underpants And the lead singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl's want to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa" My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants, my salsa Where'd everybody go?

Tags: D12 My Band Eminem and ft. feat. featuring Dirty Dozen D-12Shady Records
This is track #3 from D12's Underground EP. Here are the lyrics: [Intro] *Mumbling from Proof, Kon Artis, Bizarre, and Kuniva* [Kon Artis] I damage your neck With the butt of the tech Vandalous sex Cuttin' you ear to ear With the razor of my Gillette You couldn't get respect If you was a captain or a cadet Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet I'll battle you 50 deep Solo artist shocker dead beat Derelicts on the loose Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs While y'all start screaming Like grasses in a submission (Lay down your pot to piss in) Blow up the house you live in Believe me, we greedy And often you is easy Your whole album cheesy Because you got platinum artists on it Don't make it hot We steamroll with real niggas And that's something that you not I'm vampin what you got Then setting up camp at your spot Foiling your plot Every rhyme that you jot I rock to the six like musty twat A dead corpses that been cut up And left in abandoned lots Ya, derelicts theme Comparing your team To ours is a fucked up dream The shit I done seen Has turned me to a scandalous fiend Sticking your peeps for cream Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams As foul as it seems Dismantling spleens til your whole clique's Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams I rumble with kings More humble with seen Until it's time for me to kill again Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis [Chorus: Proof] Ay yo Competition of none's such Derelicts the one must Let the guns bust Brigade one trust Untouched Martyr a mic Slaughter your life Runnin avenue soldiers bitch It's water and trife Competition ain't none such Derelicts the one must Let the guns bust It's Brigade one trust Untouched Martyr a mic Slaughter your life Runnin' avenue soldiers bitch Smarter and trife [Bizarre] Who's the fat bastard Rapping that mo' master Snorting coke that's whiter than Casper Better run faster I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers And bitch I was born with asthma Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin Fuck girls Bitch I only date senior citizens Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her Next time you rush me You better be a little bit quicker Run your streets in the house And make full of malt liquor I'm lettin' you throw the first blow And bring ten of your toughest niggas End ya year Like the last day of December (But did you rape that bitch?) I was so drunk I can't remember I used to be in a group We had an argument who was the hottest Now both them niggas is dead And I roll as a solo artist [Chorus] [Kuniva] Look bitch you stressed out I divide these bullets equally among your crew And give you five so you don't feel left out Like red the hammer I'm nailing niggas in they spleens Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream Energetic schemes Rap vandal and dismantle Tackle MC's and wax you Like your rap name was Candle Grabbing a mic with no handles Leaving you dusty Like walking the desert in old sandals If you weeded or drunk Keep your heat in your trunk We beat you to lumps Swell you up with permanent mumps We dangerous playa Cuffin' my chews Spittin the phlegm out Getting at you whether you coming out Or you been out You never exempt From this murderous attempt I'm telling you pimp Undeniably you are a loss Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss If the Kon Artis say it then it's done With or without a gun Eat a track and spit out a drum Bust one Trust none Playing the game of death Take your last breath Til your last name is left [Chorus]

Tags: D12 D-12 Underground EP Big Proof Kon Artis Mr. Denaun Porter Bizarre Kuniva
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