Ayo
I know it's been a minute
But-
We're baaack (ha ha)
It's the Return of the Dozen, motherfuckers
Let's go!
Fame (fame, fame)
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh oh
I'm getting lost in this game (game, game)
I'm getting tired of all you naysayers, oh oh oh
Keep speakin' my name (name, name)
And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye-e-ah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time I'm goin' in
This the life of a rocker
Jägermeister and Vodka
Hoping off of the club's balcony
Into the crowd, surfing
And when they drop me
I'm randomly socking fans
Doin' my interviews in hockey masks
Slapped a journalist on her ass
I'm high off speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E
I'm in the studio ign'ant
My engineer gon' call police
I fell asleep on the soundboard
Ain't did a song for weeks (what?)
LSD be all up in my head
Giving thanks for Grateful Dead
Bussing in the air
With 30 bitches up in my bed
I'm kickin' 'em out naked and it's December
Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it
I can't remember
Fame (fame, fame)
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh oh
I'm getting lost in this game (game, game)
I'm getting tired of all you naysayers, oh oh oh
Keep speakin' my name (name, name)
And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye-e-ah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time I'm goin' in
Them boys are wylin', drinkin', cussin' and hyper smilin'
Been ridin' for days
Tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray paintin' a Die Hard fan
Little Cocker Spaniel
Fresh outta the damn zoo
Man, you better be cautious, I'm backstage
Livin' it up with a couple of sluts
Feeling nauseous from drinkin'
It's been a couple of days
Since I've slept
My dick is sore from fuckin'
When I bust there's nothing left
Just dust
Back on the stage, gimme my microphone
Scrapping with the audience
While we perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage and bash it to pieces
With aluminum bats, thanks!
Now wich one of you bitches down for the cause?
Yeah, I said my dick is sore
But I ain't say shit about my balls
(Last call) Then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn't drink on my rider
Bag it up and take the rest with me
Fame (fame, fame)
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh oh
I'm getting lost in this game (game, game)
I'm getting tired of all you naysayers, oh oh oh
Keep speakin' my name (name, name)
And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye-e-ah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time I'm goin' in
Yeah, this game has got me goin' crazy
Fuck it, I am crazy
What's new?
What kind of fucking glue you think I'd be
If I was glue?
We lost Proof, he was our groups glue
But where was you when we were falling apart?
You were shittin on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefin'
'cause that's what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew
'cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah
We took our time but in one crew
Only thing we're in a hurry for now
Is to rush you
And we're back to say shit you
Don't got the guts or the nuts to
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree
Fuck you
Achoo, bless you, I'm allergic to pussy
Sluts too
Yeah, you think you're the shit 'til we flush you
Had some bullshit to readjust to
Now there's just a few of us left
But it'd be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof
This one's for you homies
We love you
But we can't stop now
We done had too much of our blood drew from this
Fame (fame, fame)
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh oh
I'm getting lost in this game (game, game)
I'm getting tired of all you naysayers, oh oh oh
Keep speakin' my name (name, name)
And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye-e-ah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time I'm goin' in
It's the Return of the Dozen
Volume Number Two
I go by the name of DJ Young Mase
Welcome back: Swifty McVay
Kon Artis, Kuniva, Bizarre
Marshall Mathers, Big Proof the mayor forever
And Fuzz Scoota
Let's go!
"You little scumbag!
I got your name! I got your ass!
You will not laugh! You will not cry!
Now get up! Get on your feet
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