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I Go Off Lyrics

from Return Of The Dozen Vol. 2

"I Go Off" is track #10 on the album Return Of The Dozen Vol. 2.
"I Go Off" is track #10 on the album Return Of The Dozen Vol. 2.

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(Bust these niggas man!) Yeah
I see y'all bitch ass niggas man (Put hands on them niggas man)
Guess what man? We Baaack (For Real)
Off some freestyle shit man, D12 man
Man you should see the clip on this bitch man
Man touch one of these niggas souls man
Niggers are brave until they cross that gun line
Bust 9s, come through like Jordan in clutch time
Play the streets if we have to that we bust rhymes
You ain't enough, stab a nigga up in the lunch line
Sho stopper, 44 popper we so propper
D-12 criminal operations, no doctor
Lift a nigga roof up, let's shoot ??? fear
Sitting high up in the ranks like a booster chair
Wake you up in the morning, ain't no roosters here
Just a nigger with a gun and mask you should fear!
(Wake up bitch!)

I'll hit you in the head with a hammer
Fuck ya mom's got her doggy style, adjusting the camera
Going loco, we tucking the Mac, grabbin the ratchet
Knife or the gun, either way it's all tragic!
Go and tell my back pack they don't know what rap is
Bullets hit as quick as ?? Judah when he jabbin
Trick massacre central, number 2 pencil in your throat
my mood swings likme women on they menstal.
Tommy gun smoking like an old exhaust pipe
Heart below zero touch me and get frost bite
Let a couple shots break you off at the stop light
YOLO hangin out hte window makin it pop right
(YOLO!)
You and me is like comparing Mike to Cartwright
You talk tought but wouldn't spill a drink in a bar fight
Dirty Dozen back on that bullshit for real
Death to anybody the full clips can seal

The Grim Reaper
Walk streets and plot ether
The street sweeper pop niggers out of their sneakers
I strangle anybody, ya main boss a diva
Sprinkling bleach in your cannabis sativa
These buck shots can turn your face into a pizza
Leaving them slump like the Leaning Tower of Pisa
I treat my heat like a Visa, I never leave without it
I bust heavy metal we steady body countin'
a scoundrel dirty rotten my beat is unforgettable
The niggers I fought young are still in the hospital
I'm conquering the missions that you find impossible
Like breaking in the woman's locker room with my iPhone
The walls of my nostrils are damaged from crushin' Oxycontins
Sniff it, walk up to the cops an ask them to lock me up
I'm beligerent so fuck cases
I'm the type to conversate with the corpse in my basement
I'm wasted daily, I bathe in my drink
I be arguing with my shrink, everyday of the week
Nigga's hiding until they face look like taco meat
And nothin change but the shell in my chamber in a freak
It's Genghis Khan/Satan, nuts dangling
So heavy that I drag them bitches on the pavement
They don't say shit!
I'll saran wrap your family
I'm lyricaly anthrax, I'm passin out tampax
to bitch niggas, gotta vendetta.
Sick stigma to get rid of em quicker while they chilling in kitty litter
I'm a gorilla, neck snapper peel a niggas cap faster
than genuine draft hazardous bastard cast snatcher
You ain't gangster, you're a lab rat
A pen and a pad grabber
That's how to retaliate after I stab em

Mass murder without the mass
A poker night without the cash
A stripper without her ass
A slut without a dad
Live form Saint Louis Missouri
Two murder cases left a hung jury
They ban Bizarre from MTV
Jumping on the stage like little mama did Jay-Z
When I'm gonna get up on stage I'm gonna do the whole song
Yellow thong with a sign said 'Can we get along?'
When I went to L.A. a hundred niggers tried to jump me
??? bent me over hte tabl and tried to fuck me, aha!
Kuniva snuffed me, D-12 dumped me
Fuckin' fag go get ??? some company (You Fag!)
Fly down sunset, driving real fast
Watchin' Kim Kardashian gettin' in a sick car crash
That's too fucking bad, someone call her dad
Tell him Reggie Bush is a fag
Raping little girls, taking all they lunches
Hit em in the face with fuckin' Pacquiao punches
A hundred crunches, a hundred lunches
Round off kick, hit them with a fuckin hunded and somethin
Bomb shit, bomb click
I got the bomb so bitch I'm the bomb, bitch!
Bomb whips, bomb on Rick
I'mma bomb on you!
Bitch you ain't gonna bomb on shit!
Bomb dick, bomb click
Ever since I've been the bomb
Bitch you ain't been the bomb since
Nonsense, stop this shit
Hey, yo yo stop this shit

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