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The Underground Ep


Artist: D-12
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 7
Year: 1999

Chance To Advance Lyrics - The Underground Ep - D-12

[Gun shots followed by screaming] 

 

[Proof:] 

Pow-pow! Straight off the corral 

Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile 

Is vexed without the techs and six shooter 

Body bullet polluter, perverted intruder 

Now who the, fuck wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased 

I got a bitch named trigger, my main-squeeze will make your brain 

freeze 

Dirty D is dope like cane 

 

[Eye-Kyu:] 

Remained eased, maintain chill status with no pause 

Hot slugs to your carriages, turn your dome to coleslaw 

My only thought is survival before my arrival 

I'm jumping out on niggas like I'm 5-0 

Smack 'em up like a pack of trifling fly hoes 

Any opportunity to mangle I never pass up 

Fucking your clique with broom sticks - face down, ass up 

Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your chest red 

With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said 

 

[Eminem:] 

Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a block near you is Dirty Dozen 

Nasty like a stank, slut bitch with 30 husbands 

When I was 5 I was already fuckin' 

And playing X-rated cassettes in Teddy Ruxpin 

I used to walk up and down the block cussin' 

Locked in youth homes at 6 with glocks bussin' 

I grew up with not ballers, who got dollars 

Shot callers with guns and Rotwillers 

 

[Bizarre:] 

By any means necessary I'm on a killing spree 

It's the devil in me, intoxicated with brown Hennessy 

Beware life ain't fair and I don't care 

Cher braids my hair while her kids are in day-care 

Two blunts and I'm out for lunch 

Your whore said I'm here "Sugar pie, honey bunch" 

This Bizarre kid, that ain't the answer 

You're more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat with fucking cancer 

 

[Chorus:] 

Here's your chance to advance 

Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants 

Here's your chance to advance 

Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants 

Here's your chance to advance 

Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants 

Here's your chance to advance 

Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants 

 

[Bizarre:] 

Back from the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle 

Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths new single 

Who's the big guy who's quick like Sugar Ray 

Fuck Calgon bitch, Bizarre might take you away 

Give up the pussy cause I know you a freak 

?? in a week, cause my kids got to eat 

Date raping anorexic girls in my beat-up car 

(Hold up Bizarre, you taking that shit too far!!!) 

but I can't stop cause my brains ain't there 

 

[Eminem:] 

Bust a nut then drop that bitch in Lake St. Clair 

Your mistakes ain't rare, your rap style annoys 

You rap like a bitch plus I can't stand your voice 

Bitch you suck, you whack as fuck, eat a dick 

You need a brick upside your dome, we be the clique 

Runnin' you down in carloads 

Leaving you smashed down on tar roads, flat line like barcodes 

 

[Eye-Kyu:] 

Put up your guard hoes, I'm blazing heat the way we speak 

Not even Nike could cover these amazing feats 

Burning rappers eternally, internally and externally 

For half stepping like one-legged fraternities 

Quickdraw McGraw, AKA Eye-Kyu 

Putting something inside you, leaving holes that I see right through 

For anyone obstructing my view, my art of attack 

Is slugs through your chest, that'll blow your heart out your back 

Making sure you get fed, with a whole lot of led 

And throw you over the Ambassador Bridge and scream "Drop Dead!" 

 

[Proof:] 

Largely, I'm out to stack equations, without a tax-evasion 

Make moms say "That's amazing," all the same like black and Asian 

My pack evasion, attack a stage and you blush like a Cadillac, 

I wish your fleet would try to battle rap, 

Or make a man bleed, like a cattle pack stampede 

Front and co-sign my hands leave 

Think to Recognize like Sam Sneed 

My ?? dispose ya, froze ya, another classic closure 

The death-master out to blast ya 

My team runs shit, from from the D E side, down to last ya 

Past the, norm, my crew swarm, molest the children of the corn 

Dirty D 'till infinity, now bring it on 

 

[Chorus:] 

Here's your chance to advance 

Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants 

Here's your chance to advance 

Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants 

Here's your chance to advance 

Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants 

Here's your chance to advance 

Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants 

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