Eminem: Dumpin'

Intro (Eminem):Ayo, yo, this motherfucken Eminem, Dirty Dozen, Bout to show you how we set it when we come through,Know what Im sayin, word up, bitch motherfuckers better raise up,yall motherfuckers better raise up, ayo buss itVerse 1 (Eminem):AyoI'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 linesBringin the drama an the trauma to ya mamas vital signs (Blaw!)A verbal shot fired, this mics been hot wired, uppercuts to your chin knockin your snot skywardRappers wanna be screenplay actors, so Im givin them spine fractures, like linebackers on the Green Bay Packers, an roll over em backwardsDirty Dozen, Im someone you just dont wanna see like a nerdy cousinSo keep your distance when I get this tense, you see my fist clenchIts gonna be some bullets dispensed, you besta keep yo premescence fixedYour mistense, any resistance, get you voided like mis-printsYoull end up with no teeth left makin a beef threatWhen I look up on your set, don't get it twisted like Keith SweatChorus (Eminem):When I get the bussin, you best be get to jumpinIm touchin somethin, fool Im comin through dumpinMy beats bumpin, you hear it thumpin, that oughta tell you somethinBitch Im comin through dumpinBullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin, you blood starts clumpinIm comin through dumpinIf you dont know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpinFool Im comin through dumpinVerse 2 (Proof):A proven fact my pact got your whole team movin backWe never losin slack, I paid dues in rapIm runnin crews my shoes are tappedMy right is choosin' gats, my thugs ?-use ?-acksRelax an catch a contact, to an amusin' track, slugs dispatchedOn any street risen? mismatchedMy teamll get busy like rednecks on some 6 packsMy fist crack the featherweight, my wordsll never breakA clever snakell be forever fake, let me get this cheddar straightMakin dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the artMe an the mic Gomez like Lois & ClarkWeapons 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 heartNow save them corny lines for HallmarkI wanna the sunny days & money paid in they figuresA microphone fiend an on my own team theres fake nigga'sMums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fableThey made the shop an stable, with grass top the tableThe glock enable when I pop the fatal, phonies that I plot pre-natal waxThe player haters never make it backIm dumpinChorus (Eminem):When I get the bussin, you best be get the jumpinIm touchin somethin, fool Im comin through dumpinMy beats bumpin, you hear it thumpin, that oughta tell you somethinBitch Im comin through dumpinBullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin, you blood starts clumpin'Im comin through dumpinIf you dont know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpinIm comin through straight dumpinVerse 3 (B-Flat):AyoWe dont say fat, we stay scroll? biznessThe 3rd nigger on the mic, representin Rough Anopolies?Aint shit stoppin us, old school like Cold CrushSpice & dice MCs on the mic like cold cuts Live N direct, comin straight from the debt? where nigga's keep it real an make these girls panties wetI cant forget the D.J., he play, we say funky type of shit that make the crowd wanna flipWe dont bust clips, guns is not in us, but when shit gets deep its a must that we bustIma lay lead on the head, for afros and fazaball heads all the way down to the dreads40s we drink, endos we smoke, and the rims that we ride on, is true these are spokes, tryesNo ally the Micheals? but they don't live on ?Myers?Bitches pussy tight, here comes the dick pliersWhats my name, call me siah, rewind on the mic like titty dancers on a fireWhen you hear my beats, kickin live crowds jumpin, Im comin through dumpinChorus (B-Flat): Other MCs like Doug-E-Fresh aint sayin nuttinBitch nigga Im comin through dumpinGo to the church, ill have the dick an cold humpinCause my shit be comin through dumpinVerse 4 (Eye Kyu):When Im lifted, dont quiz this it aint worth it to risk itIm quick with the gift & twice as swift with a biscuitHeaded back to fresh off a nigga's ass around ChristmasThey know it's what time of year, they be expectin' my visitsDoin' Ninety on the encil, rushin' to get there to twist you nigga's like a pretzelBlows come in three's like Godfather TrilogyI'm Michael Corleone with this mic, bitch y'all aint killin meLet me see some heads and make sure y'all feelin' meI'm stickin' you up for all props and y'all gone give 'em up willinglyRap is my life and that's why everyday i live itPunchin' holes in the flow of wack rappers like a rivetmad nigga's in here is bringin' drama this thickWhen they try to come up shorter than floods on a mdgetShiit, can ya dig it?Chorus (Eye Kyu):Crew comin through with somethinGuaranteed to have your whole fucken block jumpin, we comin through dumpin When we come, we got your knees crumblin, yall nigga's aint sayin nuttinCause we comin dumpinWhat you talkin, nigga get to walkin', see ya bitch ass crew halkin'But we goin get to dumpin'You dont want it, go ahead an back up of it, Ima let you know how it isniggas just be dumpin