[Intro]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.

Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so $#&@ the real world.
(Distorted) The world wants me to cope.

I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't.

[Bizarre]

$#&@ the silly %#@!, I pull a mac milli quick,
When D12 rock his summer it's over with.
All these (*##$es and all these hoes,

What the $#&@ you looking at me for? (You, ^!$$%!)
Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny $$# up in
the Range.

I like my (*##$es raspy and nasty,
I like a fat and nasty (*##$ named Ashley


[Swift]
I slide you dope without no procrastination,
And you can watch me $#&@ up your imagination.

I'm always drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes,
I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pteorodactyls.
This is our world. . .


[Kuniva]
We'd love to smack you,

Hot lead flying with debris and schrapnel.
Rippin' you to shreads, $#&@in' up your tatoo.
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too.


[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!

Got you limpin'.
Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin (*##$!
I $#&@ up your kinship, I lie in this %#@!.

Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street.

[Proof]

Crazy derange. Of course we Shady's gang,
Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains.
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks.

Chew on shrums, drink booms, and p acids.

[Chorus]

Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
Welcome to D12 World!

Prostitutes and guns, so $#&@ the real world.
Welcome to D12 World!
(Kon Artis Singing)

Welcome to D12 World!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!


[Kuniva]
Aiyyo
^!$$%s be talkin' %#@!, but they layin' slugs? now.

I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now.
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it.
Now I over they wig, if they don't uppen my budget.


[Bizarre]
Them D12 ^!$$%s, they be quick to blast.

I take my shower cap off, and whup your $$#.
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest,
Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist.


[Swift]
They catch me mingling by a (*##$ with class,

When she turn I'll be sprinkling some %#@! in her glass.
What part of this %#@! you can't understand?
I'll emiliate a man, worse then making a band.

(Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man),
(Kon Artis - He'll invite you over.)
Real fast, and pass your $$# a glass of ebola.


[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute,
And I'm starting to see my little brother (?brother's name
prob?)

Look more like a star then me.
That's why I just started workin' out.
Man, this %#@! ain't workin' out.

[Chorus]