Eminem - Bring Our Boys lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre] Emceeeeeeees, RUN! Or get hit with my verbal gun! This mic weighs a ton! Dozen battles for fun I'll disrespect you and your crew Here comes MC Eye-Kyu! [Verse 1: Eye-Kyu] Your fakeness is atrocious Post this deep in yo' hypnosis Then focus, roll this and smoke this Like L's of that bomb-a** herb that's guaranteed to rock bells A hip-hop ReFugee like Prazwell Travellin' cities pimpin' Babblin' biddies game trump tight to solidify Computerized to get rid of spies - know what I do to guys Shootin' and spittin' lies? I'm banishin' existance Just vanish any instances, brandishin' sentences Provin' repentence is the only way to see me, don't miss these Me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves Never bammer b**h please, but keep smoke in my system Roll blunts- it's all tight On a off night, I still smoke like exhaust pipes And bust a universal flow to blow your wig back Like n***as with toupees drivin' a convertible And furthermore I run the board Yo' sh** is played And the way you fell off, you couldn't bounce back with a bungee cord [Hook x4: Bizarre] Bring your boys and, we can bring the noise and You don't wanna f** with Dirty Dozen! [Verse 2: Bizarre] My crew is like amazed, put in fear like ex-slaves Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they BRAVE? Dozen always startin' the f**in' beef I don't give a f** if you from Kansas, I'm still the f**in' chief Back the f** up I'm releasin' my dum-dums Tell your who*e stop pagin me, 9-1-1 I'm a star that they call Bizarre Smokin' blunts with Mel Farr in my brand new car What n***a in their right mind wanna see me? If I was in Arizona, I'd still request iced tea Bizarre don't give a sh** about you On top of the mountain - ain't nuttin' your b**h-a** crew can do Sick MC that they call Peter Treat your crew like an unexpected meter reader Talkin' more sh** than Howard Cosell bu*t-f**in' jezebels in nasty hotels [Hook x4] [Verse 3: Proof] How you think yo' crew sound compared to this? It's the team that yo' entire clique is scared to diss Demandin' attentions when the Glock sound Y'all n***as to be murdered like Jeffrey Dahmer's on lock down I'm Brown like Bobby, pullin' hoes like Whitney Take your title, k** your moms- so you won't forget me Lips sealed; n***a, I might blow important plots Whoever front is gettin' done like Michael Jordan pops Yo I'm number one translator, mic famed Dirty D Y'all n***as gettin' hung like this was 1933 Got word of me- now flee, cause you ain't got a chance d**h is three easy steps, so now we gotta dance So look away; don't play with the style master I love k**ing' beef, so I k** a whole cow pasture Lyrically, I'm sick ill, everything but sober My nickel-plate, pack the disc-tray Jack and fool get f**ed over - BRING IT! [Verse 4: Eminem] Dirty Dozen is the clique so walk right over and lynch ya' Rip the a** right out ya' pants like a Doberman Pinscher Like the cobra and ninja, my intention's to injure And prevent ya from enterin' from an inch of my center Or get your motherf**in' pants split at the creases f**in' you intellectually Givin' you mental s**ually transmitted diseases My duty is to keep a stranger barred I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard and this ain't your yard Bringin' the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger Droppin' your whole clique with one finger 'til none linger Beware of my dogs attackin' like a pack of Great Danes Chargin' like freight trains through the great plains [Hook x4]