Dumpin'

[ Intro ] [Eminem ]

Ayo, yo, this motherfucken Eminem, Dirty Dozen

'Bout to show you how we set it when we come through

Know what I'm sayin', word up, bitch motherfuckers better raise up

y'all motherfuckers better raise up, ayo buss it

[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ]

Ayo, I'ma pit-bull terrier, triple darin' ya, scarin' ya with a derringer

ready to make you wet like a Submariner, tearin' ya frame out with homicidal lines

Bringin' the drama an the trauma to ya mama's vital signs (Blaw!)

A verbal shot fired, this mic's been hot wired, uppercuts to your chin knockin' your snot skyward

Rappers wanna be screenplay actors, so I'm givin' them spine fractures

like linebackers on the Green Bay Packers, an roll over 'em backwards

Dirty Dozen, I'm someone you just don't wanna see like a nerdy cousin

So keep your distance when I get this tense, you see my fist clench

It's gonna be some bullets dispensed, you besta keep yo premescence fixed

Your mistense, any resistance, get you voided like mis-prints

You'll end up with no teeth left makin' a beef threat

When I look up on your set, don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

When I get the bussin, you best be get to jumpin

I'm touchin' somethin', fool I'm comin' through dumpin

My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin', that oughta tell you somethin

Bitch I'm comin' through dumpin

Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin', you blood starts clumpin

I'm comin' through dumpin

If you don't know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpin

Fool I'm comin' through dumpin

[ Verse 2 ] [ Proof ]

A proven fact my pact got your whole team movin' back

We never losin' slack, I paid dues in rap

I'm runnin' crews my shoes are tapped

My right is choosin' gats, my thugs ?-use ?-acks

Relax an catch a contact, to an amusin' track, slugs dispatched

On any street risen? mismatched

My team'll get busy like rednecks on some 6 packs

My fist crack the featherweight, my word's'll never break

A clever snake'll be forever fake, let me get this cheddar straight

Makin' dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the art

Me an the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark

Weapons concealed until death, now see 'em, my chrome shatter bones that lack calcium,

Knockin' domes out the ballpark, your dawgs is all bark, plus you got a small heart

Now save them corny lines for Hallmark

I wanna the sunny days & money paid in they figures

A microphone fiend an on my own team there's fake niggas

Mum's they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable

They made the shop an stable, with grass top the table

The glock enable when I pop the fatal, phonies that I plot pre-natal wax

The player haters never make it back

I'm dumpin

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

When I get the bussin, you best be get the jumpin

I'm touchin' somethin', fool I'm comin' through dumpin

My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin', that oughta tell you somethin

Bitch I'm comin' through dumpin

Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin', you blood starts clumpin

I'm comin' through dumpin

If you don't know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpin

I'm comin' through straight dumpin

[ Verse 3 ] [ B-Flat ]

Ayo, We don't say fat, we stay scroll? bizness

The 3rd nigga on the mic, representin Rough Anopolies?

Ain't shit stoppin' us, old school like Cold Crush

Spice & dice MC's on the mic like cold cuts

Live N direct, comin' straight from the debt? where niggas

keep it real an make these girls panties wet

I can't forget the D.J., he play, we say funky type of

shit that make the crowd wanna flip

We don't bust clips, guns is not in us, but when shit gets deep it's a must that we bust

I'ma lay lead on the head, for afro's and fazaball head's all the way down to the dreads

40's we drink, endo's we smoke, and the rims that we ride on, is true these are spokes, tryes

No ally the Micheals? but they don't live on ?Myers?

Bitches pussy tight, here comes the dick pliers

What's my name, call me siah, rewind on the mic like titty dancers on a fire

When you hear my beats, kickin' live crowds jumpin', I'm comin' through dumpin

[ Chorus ] [ B-Flat ]

Other MC's like Doug-E-Fresh ain't sayin' nuttin

Bitch nigga I'm comin' through dumpin

Go to the church, ill have the dick an cold humpin

Cause my shit be comin' through dumpin

[ Verse 4 ] [ Eye Kyu ]

When I'm lifted, don't quiz this it ain't worth it to risk it

I'm quick with the gift & twice as swift with a biscuit

Headed back to fresh off a niggas ass around Christmas

They know it's what time of year, they be expectin' my visits

Doin' Ninety on the encil, rushin' to get there to twist you niggas like a pretzel

Blows come in three's like Godfather Trilogy

I'm Michael Corleone with this mic, bitch y'all aint killin me

Let me see some heads and make sure y'all feelin' me

I'm stickin' you up for all props and y'all gone give 'em up willingly

Rap is my life and that's why everyday i live it

Punchin' holes in the flow of wack rappers like a rivet

mad nigga in here is bringin' drama this thick

When they try to come up shorter than floods on a mdget

Shiit, can ya dig it?

[ Chorus ] [ Eye Kyu ]

Crew comin' through with somethin

Guaranteed to have your whole fucken block jumpin', we comin' through dumpin

When we come, we got your knees crumblin', y'all niggas ain't sayin' nuttin

Cause we comin dumpin

What you talkin', nigga get to walkin', see ya bitch ass crew halkin

But we goin' get to dumpin

You don't want it, go ahead an back up of it, I'ma let you know how it is

nigga's just be dumpin