D12 Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Chance To Advance Lyrics

[Gun shots followed by screaming]

 

 [Proof:]

 Pow-pow! Straight off the corral 

 Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile 

 Is vexed without the techs and six shooter

 Body bullet polluter, perverted intruder

 Now who the, fuck wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased

 I got a bitch named trigger, my main-squeeze will make your brain 

 freeze

 Dirty D is dope like cane 

 

 [Eye-Kyu:]

 Remained eased, maintain chill status with no pause

 Hot slugs to your carriages, turn your dome to coleslaw

 My only thought is survival before my arrival 

 I'm jumping out on niggas like I'm 5-0

 Smack 'em up like a pack of trifling fly hoes

 Any opportunity to mangle I never pass up

 Fucking your clique with broom sticks - face down, ass up

 Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your chest red

 With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said 

 

 [Eminem:]

 Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a block near you is Dirty Dozen

 Nasty like a stank, slut bitch with 30 husbands

 When I was 5 I was already fuckin'

 And playing X-rated cassettes in Teddy Ruxpin

 I used to walk up and down the block cussin'

 Locked in youth homes at 6 with glocks bussin'

 I grew up with not ballers, who got dollars

 Shot callers with guns and Rotwillers

 

 [Bizarre:]

 By any means necessary I'm on a killing spree

 It's the devil in me, intoxicated with brown Hennessy

 Beware life ain't fair and I don't care

 Cher braids my hair while her kids are in day-care

 Two blunts and I'm out for lunch

 Your whore said I'm here "Sugar pie, honey bunch"

 This Bizarre kid, that ain't the answer

 You're more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat with fucking cancer

 

 [Chorus:]

 Here's your chance to advance

 Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

 Here's your chance to advance

 Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

 Here's your chance to advance

 Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

 Here's your chance to advance

 Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

 

 [Bizarre:]

 Back from the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle

 Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths new single

 Who's the big guy who's quick like Sugar Ray

 Fuck Calgon bitch, Bizarre might take you away

 Give up the pussy cause I know you a freak

 ?? in a week, cause my kids got to eat

 Date raping anorexic girls in my beat-up car

 (Hold up Bizarre, you taking that shit too far!!!)

 but I can't stop cause my brains ain't there

 

 [Eminem:]

 Bust a nut then drop that bitch in Lake St. Clair

 Your mistakes ain't rare, your rap style annoys

 You rap like a bitch plus I can't stand your voice

 Bitch you suck, you whack as fuck, eat a dick

 You need a brick upside your dome, we be the clique

 Runnin' you down in carloads

 Leaving you smashed down on tar roads, flat line like barcodes

 

 [Eye-Kyu:]

 Put up your guard hoes, I'm blazing heat the way we speak

 Not even Nike could cover these amazing feats

 Burning rappers eternally, internally and externally

 For half stepping like one-legged fraternities

 Quickdraw McGraw, AKA Eye-Kyu

 Putting something inside you, leaving holes that I see right through 

 For anyone obstructing my view, my art of attack 

 Is slugs through your chest, that'll blow your heart out your back

 Making sure you get fed, with a whole lot of led

 And throw you over the Ambassador Bridge and scream "Drop Dead!"

 

 [Proof:]

 Largely, I'm out to stack equations, without a tax-evasion

 Make moms say "That's amazing," all the same like black and Asian

 My pack evasion, attack a stage and you blush like a Cadillac,

 I wish your fleet would try to battle rap, 

 Or make a man bleed, like a cattle pack stampede

 Front and co-sign my hands leave

 Think to Recognize like Sam Sneed

 My ?? dispose ya, froze ya, another classic closure

 The death-master out to blast ya

 My team runs shit, from from the D E side, down to last ya

 Past the, norm, my crew swarm, molest the children of the corn

 Dirty D 'till infinity, now bring it on

 

 [Chorus:]

 Here's your chance to advance

 Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

 Here's your chance to advance

 Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

 Here's your chance to advance

 Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

 Here's your chance to advance

 Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants