Rap Game

[Intro: Bizarre]

The rap game, hip hop 101

The hardest nine to five you'll ever have

You can't learn this shit in no history book

You ready to rap, motherfucker?

You ready to sell your soul? hahaha

The rap game will fuck you up

[Swift]

I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy

You should've slayed me as a baby

Behaving shadier than Wes Craven

And you ain't even gotta pay me

I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily

You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast

I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop yo' ass

Your neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music

Is he rapping? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it

What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it

I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas

With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga

You are not realer, in fact you'll feel the effects

Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents sends me smack

And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap

But I'm thankful for that, don't mistaken me black

Or you'll be stanking in the back of a fucking Cadillac

[Eminem]

I'ma get snuffed, cause I ain't said enough to pipe down

I pipe down, when the {White House} gets wiped out

When I see that little {Cheney} dyke get sniped out

Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!)

Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down

Think for a minute cause the hype just died down

That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now

And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down

I'm all for America, fuck the government

Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick

Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch

Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit

Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade

Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades

And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade

Shit's like a samurai sword, a sensei!

Shit just don't change to this day

I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay

Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay

But uck-fay you ig-pay (FIFTY!!!!)

[Hook : 50 Cent]

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't selling my soul for this rap game

And I ain't digging no hole for this rap game

Man, I'm telling you, no it ain't happening

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't selling my soul for this rap game

I ain't digging no hole for this rap game

This rap game, this rap game

[Kon Artis]

I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity

But fuck that I'mma rap until y'all all get sick of me

And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me

A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me

I'm saying you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playing

If I'm broke, then I'm breaking up in the place where you laying

You know, same shit every nigga done in his life

I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write

So why should I ever fear another man

If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?

Okay, you win, you can say we can't rap

But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack

[Kuniva]

I walk in that party and just start bussing

Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"

This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome

To let you know "The Time" without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)

I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty

To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50

You're feeling lucky? Squeeze

I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese

With ya seed, you be an unlucky G

My lifestyle is unstable: a partying addict

They said no fighting in the club so I brought me a 'matic

Coughing the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit

Popping the tablet and guns that saw you in half with

[Bridge: 50 Cent]

Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo' sheezy

Make making millions look easy

Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me

Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D

No time to call a peace treaty

Dial 911 cause you need the- police to help you believe me

[Proof]

I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb

This is absurd, these street niggas twisting my words

We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"

Cause Proof and Sean Pennshit nothing in common

The nastiest band with gats in each hand

We never bow down to be a flash in the pan

No remorse, fuck your stature dog

Nothing to do with hands when I clap at y'all

Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound

Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around

So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats

Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques

[Bizarre]

(This rap game) I'm too fucking retarded

I don't give a fuck about my dick, that's why I'm dating Lorena Bobbitt

My crew had an argument, who was the largest

Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist

Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps

Well, I really didn't, but I did according to this contract

I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go

Freezing 20 below, forced to join Bell Biv DeVoe

My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics

That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it

If rap don't work, I'm starting a group with Garth Brooks

Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook

[Hook]

• Artist:D12
• Album:Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture 8 Mile (2002)