Evil World - Bizarre, D12

This is a evil world, hahahahaha

And right now

I’ve got nothing to be happy about

My bitch is from Texas

I eat brains for breakfast

Don’t be asking no questions

You’ll be dead in a second

The Adderall phase, callin' all Jays

Going both ways, killing all gays

Psycho killer, known drug dealer

Be-be quiet, or get shot nigga

Run in your house, rape your spouse

Kill everybody, save the mouse

It’s hard to talk, it’s hard to talk

Gun in your mouth, gun in your mouth

Damn, I miss my mamma

She looked like Michelle Obama

I’m Norman Bates, 38, hit the ground, levitate

She getting raped, only 8, she love the taste of chocolate cake

Don’t be asking no questions, I got an erection

Love and affection, I got an obsession

Ass for breakfast, she got a C-section

Don’t ask no questions, just enjoy the session

I was raised with a hell of a lot of issues, nigga

And I’ma take it out on anybody, I don’t give a

Fuck where you live at

I could walk around your neighborhood with a strap

Hollering, «where that bitch at?»

With a bullet impact, push a nigga wig back

I’m a insane nigga with a sick pass

I could fuck up your present, it ain’t no future in frontin'

You know you ain’t a threat, light as a feather

I could go to jail, get my ass out, beat a nigga down on a tether

Lightning strikes, I bring bad weather whenever I’m in the zone

I’ma reign forever

And they ain’t ever gonna mistake me for a nigga

That would back down, I invented vendettas

Leaving evidence from the shelves (I did it)

His dome looking like he caught a bad case of testis

If you want a medal I’ma slap this metal

Leave him open like animals in the jungle

Eatin' the flesh, this beast from the west out of Seven Mile

Niggas out of town know better

If you want to visit better pick up the hitter

And dial the seven digits, ever spoke to a killer?

You fucking with the realest, the one who ever did it

I’m pointing horizontal, you shooting at the ceiling

Ceiling!

Nigga, we back in the building

Get your wife, grab your money and your children

We don’t give a fuck if you were sitting on a couple of millions

We’ll pop you like a everyday civilian

Ain’t nothing sweet this way nigga

We’re grown men, we don’t play nigga

You thinking about some metaphors

My nigga been dead 9 years

Still I think about him everyday nigga

This ain’t purple pills

Bitch we ain’t smiling

We ain’t had an album out in 11 years

Runyan Ave ready to start back wildin'

Show us your favorite rapper’s head

We will sever his

Pick a side, I’m ready to go to war

We just came back from selling out a tour

Get our name right or get it on the floor

Written in your own blood

Then we smear it on the door

Life is Biblical, nigga worried about being lyrical

Forgot how to actually be a real individual

To be able to walk in a room

And stare a man in the face

And put fear in his heart without a pistol

My phone stop ringing like it use to

Shit is back to what I’m use to

Now I can go back to having me holidays in peace

And riding out all alone with my deuce deuce, bang!