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

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    [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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