I Go Off (Delete This) lyrics

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
n*ggas are brave until they cross that gunline
Bust nines, come through like Jordan at clutch time
Play the streets if we have to then we bust rhymes
You ate enough, stab a n*gga up in the lunch line
Soul stopper, .44 popper, we so proper
D12 criminal operations, no doctor
Lift a n*gga roof up, let's shoot the feds
Sitting high up in the ranks like a booster chair
Wake you up in the morning, ain't no roosters here
Just a n*gga with a gun and mask you should fear!
Wake up b*tch!
I'll hit you in the head with a hammer
f*cking mom's got her doggy style, adjusting the camera
Going loco, return of the mack, these dogs are ratchet
Knife or a gun either way it's all tragic
Go inside my backpack it ain't all rapping
Bullets hit as quick as Zab Judah when he's jabbing
Detroit Massacre Central, No. 2 pencil
In your throat, my mood swings like women on they menstrual
Tommy gun smoking like they know an exhaust pipe
Heart below zero touch me and get frostbite
Let a couple shots break you off at a stoplight
Dolo hanging out the window, making it pop right
You and me is like comparing Mike to Cartwright
You talk tough but wouldn't spill a drink in a bar fight
Dirty Dozen back on that bullsh*t for real
Death to anybody, the full clip's concealed
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
I'm the Grim Reaper, walk streets and plot ether
The street sweeper I pop n*ggas out of their sneakers
I strangle anybody, a main boss or diva
I sprinkling bleach in your cannabis sativa
These buckshots done turn your face into a pizza
I'm leaving them slumped like The Leaning Tower of Pisa
I treat my heat like a visa, never leave without it
I bust heavy metal with steady body counting
A scoundrel, dirty rotten, my beats unforgettable
These n*ggers I fought young they're still in the hospital
I'm conquering the missions that you find impossible
Like breaking in the woman's locker room with my iPhone
The walls of my nostrils that's damaged from crushin' Oxycodone
Sniff it, walk on the cops that's gonna lock me up
I belligerent so f*ck cases!
I'm the type that done conversate with the corpse in my basement
I'm wasted daily, I bathe in my drink
I be arguing with my shrink every day of the week
n*ggas hiding until they face look like taco meat
Ain't nothing changed put the shell in my chamber in a freak
It's Genghis Khan slash Satan, nuts dangling
So heavy that I dragged them b*tches on the pavement
They don't say sh*t!
I saran wrap your family
I'm lyrically anthrax, I'm passing out Tampax
The b*tch n*ggas got a vendetta
Six statements to get rid of 'em quicker while they chillin' in kitty litter
I'm a gorilla, neck snapper, kill a n*gga's cat faster than genuine draft, hazardous bast*rd cat snatcher
You ain't gangsta you a lab rat
A pen and a pad, grab it, that's how they retaliate after I snap
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Mass murder without a mask
Broken out without the cash Stripper without an ass
A sl*t without a dash
You're crazy!
Live from St. Louis, Missouri
Two murder cases left for hung jury
They ban Bizarre from MTV
Jump on the stage like Lil Mama did JAY-Z
When I get on stage I'm gonna do a whole song
Yellow thong with a sign saying can we get along?
When I went to L.A. a hundred n*ggas tried to jump me
Rocky choose to flip me over a table and tried to f*ck me, aha!
Kuniva snuffed me, D12 dumped me
f*ckin' fag, go get your ass beats some company
Flyin' down Sunset, drivin' real fast
Watchin' Kim Kardash getting a sick car crash
That's too f*cking bad, somebody call her dad
Tell him Reggie Bush is a fag
Raping little girls, taking all their lunches
Hit them in the face with f*cking Pacquiao punches
A hundred crunches, a hundred lunches
Roundoff kick hit them with a f*cking hundred and something
Bomb sh*t, bomb click
I got to bomb til b*tch I'm the bomb, b*tch!
Bomb whips, bomb Old Rick
I'm gonna bomb on you
b*tch you ain't gonna bomb on sh*t!
Bomb di*k, bomb click
Ever since I've been a bomb
b*tch you ain't been the bomb since
Nonsense, stop this sh*t