groupies get tossed up [Bizarre] Drop outta school Take drugs and molest sluts Got your girlfriend sucking on my left nut Your parents don't like me, but guess what (what) 'cause Bizarre
see is 'For Sale' signs They say these cats only got nine lives Bizarre done took eight So tonight you die [Hook] Get the dick Ya ya ya Get the dick Yo Bizarre
that's got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better put them brakes and let
emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record ----- My words are weapons I use 'em to
you just spoken up and now the heats on you nigga you must be smokin' or jokin' slim got 50 and now its time for change shady records lookin like a broke
to come up with a record Just ask the hoods, you really could suffer from the pressure You get it? It's hard to let me tell you, mad at this era I wish
jewelery my record's almost dyin, BEEOTCH! [HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre] What's goin on in the world today People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let
12] That's how students get shot up Hatin on us but you come to our show (Fuck them niggaz) I crowd surf and you let me go (Oh no!) Whup yo' ass when
who gets destroyed Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz Shady ass niggas wether drunk or sober Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded
is a soldier Beat that ass like Roy Jones If ya _ Doin the randisco at a disco with a big hoe But the stupid bitch from Sisqo now she wont let my dick
let your ho witness that always got molested I'm smokin dank drinkin drink I cant have any kids cuz I'm fuckin shooting blanks Don't you know Bizarre
groupies get tossed up [Bizarre] Drop outta school Take drugs and molest sluts Got your girlfriend sucking on my left nut Your parents don't like me, but guess what (what) Cuz Bizarre
rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin
arm dead planet in it's palm Flow some life in your rap one cross second Let me take you from your normally programmed shit record If you're into irony
fuckin mix things No money in my pockets just desires and some big dreams My homey got an SP, I really wanna freak it but he won't let me Let's see, what
with niggas on the mic With one minute rhymes that don't come out right They bite, they never write, that's not polite I got great skills And if my record
a show with niggas on the mic With one minute rhymes that don't come out right They bite, they never write, that's not polite I got great skills And if my record