D-12 – Bring Our Boys

D-12 – Bring Our Boys Lyrics

Artist: D-12
Song: Bring Our Boys

[iq]
Your fakeness is atrocious
Post is deep in your hypnosis
Then focus

Roll this
And smoke this
Like l’s
Of that bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells

A hiphop refugee like praswell
Travelin citys
Pimpin babblin biddys
Game trump tight and solidified

Comupterized
To get rid of spies
Know what I do to guys
Shootin and spittin lies

I’m banished in exisdence
Vanishin any instences
Brandishin sentences
Proovin repentences

The only way to see me, don’t miss these
Me and my crew smoke so many trees that
I piss leaves
Never _my b#tch please

But keep smokin my system, roll blunts it’s all tight
On an off night
I still smoke like exaust pipes
And bust a universal flow

And blow your wig back like n#gg#s with toupe’s
Drivin a convertable
And further more
I run the board

Your sh#t is played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce
Back with a bungee cord
[chorus]
Bring your boys in

We can bring the noise in
You don’t wanna f#ck with dirty dozen
[repeat 4 times]
[bizarre]

My crew is like a maze
Put fear like ex-slaves
Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they brave
Dozen always startin the f#ckin beef

I don’t care if your from kansas I’m killin the f#ckin chief
Back the f#ck up I’m releasin my dumb-dumbs
Tell your wh#re stop pagin me 9 1 1
I’m the star

That they call bizarre
Smokin blunts with mel far (? ? )
In my brand new car
_wanna see me

Even if I was in arizona I’d still request iced tea
Bizarre don’t give a sh#t about you
On top of the mountain ain’t nothin your b#tch-ass crew
Can do

Sick emcee that they call peter
Treat your crew like an unexpected meter
Reader
f#ckin more sh#t than howard corsell

Butt-f#ckin jassabells
In nasty hotels
[chorus]
[proof]

How you think your crew sound compared to this
It’s the team that your entire clique scared to diss
Demandin attention when the glock sound
Y’all n#gg#s to be murdered like jeffery daumer on lock down

I’m brown like bobby, pullin hoe’s like whitney
Take your title, kill your moms so you won’t forget me
Lips sealed n#gg# I might blow important plots
Whoever fronts is gettin done like micheal jordan’s pops

Sure I’m number one translator my fame dirty d
Y’all n#gg#s gettin hung like this was 1933
Got word of me
Now flee

Cause you don’t got a chance
Death is 3 easy steps so now we gotta dance
So look away
Dont play

With the style master
I love killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture
Lyrically I’m sick, ill everything but sober
My nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get f#cked over

[eminem]
Dirty dozen is the clique so I ran over and lit cha
Ripped the #ss right out ya pants like a dovermin pincha
Like the cobra and ninja

My intentions to injure
And prevent ya
From enterin from the edge of my center
Or get your muthaf#ckin pants split at the creases

f#ckin you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases
My duty is to keep a strange abard (? ? )
I guard my sector like a saint bernard
And this ain’t the yard

Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger
Droppin your whole clique with one finger
Til none linger
Beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of great danes

Chargin like freight trains
Through the great plains
[chorus]
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

D-12 Lyrics – Bring Our Boys

Please support our site by sharing it.
And please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all your favourite songs.

Release Year: 2004