The Set Off - Bizarre, D12, King Gordy

Grimy dirty, nasty, filthy shit

This what the industry been missing, man

Sorry for the delay, man, hahaha

Shout out to all our fans, man

We about to get busy though

No more time to waste

Ayo McVay, yo, get busy nigga!

Takin' niggas, get up out of my face

You now tuned in to a basket case

Swift McVay, still holdin' the cake

In broad daylight for the world to see

Painted white, me and Satan tight

Burning every motherfucking thing on sight

I’m the type to do pointless crimes

Y’all don’t like me, then join in line

My mind state’s full of concrete

A hard-hitting nigga with a metal spine, fuck with mine

You’ll be pouring out liquor in the middle of the street with the corn on hind

Putting up pictures in front of they shirts

With dirty teddy bears laying on the curb

Rest in peace is all they see

My mama was cursed on the day I was birthed

See, I’m the worst nigga to squabble and dirt with

Prison to me is like a goddamn circus

Blow my fuse, I got nothing to lose

Touching my crew is like a short circuit

Percocet, I’m a nervous wreck

Still walking in Million Man March with a Tec

You disrespect, I’ll snap your neck

Like Schwarzenegger in an army flick

We be making shit happen, you glare at the news

Fuck you up on camera, stare at their views

Take a look at the hardware, get pretty loose

An ADHD kid and his terrible tools

Yeah, we back on that shit again, back for them Benjamins

I’ll put your whole squad back on their injured list

Split your shit, my folk to ignorant, plus they sold militant

My advice, duck if you witnessing, bang, bang

Dirty Dozen hit them where it hurts

Flip a nigga skirt, 'till he washed up

Leave him in the dirt, bring your chick over here until I squirt

Then it’s onto the next, just another day at work

Stay alert, play your part and role

I’m the worst, they throwing the white towel

And get the wavy shirt, they can’t hold us

Them boys is the truth hit

Smack a nigga up like the homie big Proof hit

Your crew get ate up, who you, you ain’t us

I blew an eighth, fuck, but true is my gang’s stuff

It’s true I blaze blunts, and shoot and rape sluts

My goons’ll come through with tools and take drugs

You fools just anxious to lose, I’m flamed up

Your blues are ancient history, mystery, man

You should thank us for breaking your face up

Get pissed at me, sentence me then, 'cause I’ll hold the stage up

No bay cuts, wait, you say what?

Man, you lame

Bitch, I’m Bruce Wayne with a mask, and wait up

With two things, having some mood swings

Two to the brain, tell 'em 2 Chainz to get 'em chains up

A motherfucking assassin, fucking dumb slut

Suppin' they asses, come new like molasses

Shove a gun up their bum, she’s looking puzzled bedazzled

When I fuck and I’m laughing, I be puffing and passing

An outlaw, rob a stagecoach, I’m straight dope, southpaw

You niggas can’t throw, I break bones, I can’t go

No more, my mouth is so sore, I may choke from ass

Looking to eating out Dej Loaf, murder some

King Gordy and Dirty Dozen

Don’t worry because we coming in the flow to hurt your woman

If throw offing is eternal, is something you couldn’t stomach

I’m loving the blood gushing, and fuck it, I think I’m coming

Your mother I heard she has a new husband

Well, let me fuck it, I’ma put it on her stomach

'Cause I make that pussy suffer, I ain’t putting on no rubber

I ain’t have an undercover, tryna (whoo!) dick

All you six swing bitch I land right to left

You damn right you stretched her ass tight

And you can’t take it cause your moms get naked

Get raped and faded by the king of Van Dyke

Yeah, D-Twizzy in this motherfucker

Was that enough, motherfuckers?

Hahaha, we just getting started, nigga

Fuck yeah!