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Dirty, Filthy, Rotten, Scoundrels

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Dirty, Filthy, Rotten, Scoundrels

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Shit

Shane Capone... the idiotic Bizarre

Spit in your face

[Bizarre]

Shut the fuck up, before your ass get knocked

It's hard to talk, with a gun in your mouth

Dirty Dozen, nothin' but bad news

Fuck a bitch in the ass with a rubber Hush just used

Fuck the pain, I don't give a shit

Tie me up and beat my ass cheek with hockey sticks

(uh! "you're sick") I don't give a damn

Smokin' crack with Michael Jackson in the ???? ??? program

Blaow, blaow! You hear this loud sound

Fuckin' the engineer's wife while he's mixin' my songs down

Walkin' up in the elementary, lookin' like a bum

Watch some kid yell "He's got a gun!"

I'm the shadiest nigga here to come out the Dirty Doz

Do a song with you and tell people how wack your verse was

("Shit's wack!") I'm laid back like John Forte'

Who got a screwdriver so me and my girl can have foreplay?

CHORUS

We some dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrels

Dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrels

Dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrels

Dirty, filthy, rotten scoundrels

Dirtyyyyyy, filthyyyyyy, rottennnn, scoundrels

Dirtyyyyyy, filthyyyyyy, rottennnn, scoundrels

[Swift]

We walk around this bitch triflin'

Quick to sock a nigga while we cipherin'

Rubber gloves, Black man rifled in my right hands

Watchin' rappers dash like hyphens

Burnin' y'all without the Tetracycline

I'ma let your set know, I can get drunker than Jethro

Just to run up on you, and crack you with this ????

Smash your vehicle, snatch your key and go

You niggaz think you got somethin' to say, let me know

Don't bite your tongue, fuck it

Rappers switch subjects

When I'm steppin' in they company, them hoes don't get budgets

Snatchin' briefcases with your hundreds

Packin' heat just in case you want it (nope)

Bodies in abundance

I have no feelings, tell you the truth - I'm known, bitch

I'm lettin' loose any affiliate you run with

So pack your gun quick (nigga), 'cause I'ma let you know

You ain't got a bone to pick with me, bitch I fuck so

[Hush]

Aiyo I'm iller than a white rapper usin' the word nigga (WHAT!?)

Got a conflict with my dick like Dirk Diggler

Became sick in the brain since Bugz's death

Whoever did it, I'm a bust a nose, slugs is left

I'm harder than my dick when I'm watchin' my first porn

Ill enough to kill your wife while she's havin' her first born

Leavin' the hospital, in a voice just like Beavis

Screamin' "I need some!" while I'm holding up a fetus

Spittin' the hot shit, nickname is Godzilla (ugggh!)

Natural born, undercover cop killa

On the reala, yo, you're just an enemy

Bout to come up missing like a second John Kennedy

Try to gamble with Swift, muthafucka the bet's on

Let Shane fuck your bitch while Bizarre jacks off

Hush, I'm crushing rappers while I'm somersaulting backwards

Bustin' nuts up in your mattresses, says nobody a better rapper

Chorus

[Shane Capone]

What you motherfuckas want, red dots when I pull it

Unless your name's Pac, you ain't shakin' five bullets

Anymore, we hustle for cheddar, cheese, and mayo

Quick to hit your city up with more felonies than Jayo

We got murder for hire, all it takes is a call

We leave you slumped over in the suburbs like Biggie Smalls

Venomous lyrics, spittin' shit like pipe bombs

Leave your maggot brain, hangin' out the frame like Esham

We some Dirty, Filthy

But y'all ain't feelin' this shit

We cummin' sicker than a syphilis dick

When we spit, somebody find Puff

Go tell him we got Jennifer hostage

We gon' rape this little bitch, ain't none of y'all stoppin'

'Cause we raw doggin' these bitches and they asshole with age

Hell naw, this ain't range, but I got pistols on beret

Big Capone up in this bitch like the return of the living dead

And have your white born bloody sheets and a horse up in your bed

Ain't no freestyle rapper, but I play for Bugz without no problem

Have you stand around, look and dance, fucked like Dennis Rodman

If you didn't want this muthafuckin' rap game twisted

You should have never let Detroit listed (muthafucka)

Chorus

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