Outro - D12

Yeah, I want to thank y’all for coming out

This is the last song from the Return of The Dozen, part 2

Y’all haven’t heard D12 in a while

So we gonna give you what you being asking for

Straight out the Halfway House, they let this bastard out

Check all the doors;

there’s no way to get out

I’m far from a pussy, I’m more like a dick

I’m the pain in your stomach when you’re about to take a shit

Shit, bitch suck everybody dick

Patch on my eye: I’m the new Slick Rick

And my boys, we’ll call 'em Doug E. Fresh

All this period blood;

clean up all this mess

If I don’t get my record on Shade-45

I’m going in the building and make sure everybody dies

Shoot Rude Jude, blast Lord Sear

Shoot Howard Stern and he don’t even work there

Bizarre gets high, everybody dies

Even the nigga who drove in the drive-by is gonna die

Me and Goofy Gary raping Halle Berry

Say 'Bizarre' ten times like Bloody Mary

I’m a Grenade aimer, applying heat like radiators

I detonate a concoction;

you won’t play possum

I snatch that oxygen out you’re biological time-clock

With one shot between your eyes, now you’re a cyclops

I’m lyrically retarded;

I turn your apartment into an icebox

With a pipe-bomb taped to your hot-top

I smithereens 'em

I use my fingers the same fashion as Wolverine

Go with a pistol, Gilbert Arenas

If I say it, I mean it.

I feed you slugs

And have you throwing up blood like a bulimic

Because of me a lot of people died

Be scared that I will be outside

Starring through the window like a peeping tom

With the mind of a Vietnam Vet injected needles in my neck

With a high, I still haven’t came down yet

I’m not a threat, I’m a promise

I’m as, crazy as Osama slash Unabomber

Shoot the llama through your momma!

(Bitch)

I take my time with the skill that I utilize

Ill commit suicide

Succeed then do it twice

Whatever happen on gettin' your shoes, coat and hat tooken?

Cheese an pretzel combo

Super-sizing an ass whoopin'

I’m too cool but I acted out in a violent manner

When I am Adam, leave everything but its heimlich shattered

Who dares to hurt me?

I’m posted outside 7-Eleven sharin' slurpies with a known whore flarin' Herpes

Lyrical God-king like Xerxes

Who’s hooks bleeds tongue sharp

I spit in the forests, and split the earth’s trees

You blood pirate I got hatred to get off me chest

An ounce of weed, a 40oz of Milwaukee’s best

I take the rage of the niggas who have faiths

And you don’t want a test like you afraid that you have AIDS

That bullets have you losing weight like anorexics do

This ain’t a DMX flick when you see the exit wounds

.22 is a sheepskin, .38 is a furry

Niggas are pussying me outI can tell the way that it burns

You like cock you female, I can say that you heard

D12's always a suspect when some shady occur

Open pill bottles, guns with their safety’s broken

Duncan Heines' nephew giveaway guns when the bakery is open

Pistol smack your bitch, kiss your shortie

Ditch the 40 than chain smoke some piff with Gordy

Different shorties whose bitches like a change of clothes

Cuz house got a driveway and I need them flames to go

Back the fuck up like you’ve never seen goons

My sixteens is grown up, bitch will be seventeen soon

She got a fucked up attitude and she mean in a way

Your team in the way she on Facebook cleanin the keg

And she’s a 20 til you wanna be chanche

Now niggas on Facebook requesting that they wanna be friends

Thank you for having us

D12, Return of the Dozen Volume 2, It’s a wrap

Young Mase, Shady Records, third album on the way!