Correction Paroles Mr. Stallings par D12

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(Verse 1: D12)
Overcome, I ain’t even got to swear
If you play this backward, you will hear the evil devil
Going nuts these adlibs
My mother was a witch with five bad kids
I was bullied my whole life
Even called a faggot
I was drunken out sleeping by the dumpster by the maggot
My life was so tragic
But, every time I grip this microphone it’s like magic
I had dreams and killing you all
When I become mad rich
The judge was gonna give me mad years
I had laced some blunts [?]
That’s the rеason I act weird
Sorry I was born ADHD
PTSD Plus struck as a kid
No no no Spotify is raping me again
They say I’m shady bеcause seventeen years
Men, I stayed up in the sin
Three years on a ankle bracelet
Being an alcoholic looks fun but I hate this
Got COVID three times men I can’t even taste sh*t
They can’t believe I got sober and got a buzz
Used to see they motherf**king faces caught ridiculous
Cases being drunked been a little punk
Two years in jail in a truck
I was crying out not too go up state
Never thought that I would be a in-mate
This that flow that’s gonna make them jealous once hate me again
Yelling out oh baby
I’m rapping like the old Shady
I mean the young shady
I might go pop for real
I might go pop a pill
I’m on some other sh*t
I’m feeling like Pac for real
(Verse 2: Shief)
We sa**y black mask pa**ing cops
Black latto my lap well I done stash pot
We snatch guap the gate keeper of our block
Nonstop the grim reaper the mascot
Killing the game crack pops head shot
The animosity leaves nothing but dead pumps
Turning bodies to dump trucks they high as f**k
I shoot them out of the sky faster than Duck hunt
Motherf**ker, I’m coming straight from the dirty dozen
While I’m hustling I’m cuffing the mac 11
And puffing nothing but Canadas
Double cup with roman tossing
I’m an animal rap cannibal you’re the supper
And I be bussing y’all skull cap
When I aim I have them ducking like hunch back I’m Notre dame
Wanna be known when n***a this is the cost of fame
I mix the past I have my n***as to blame

(Verse 3: D12)
What what what what
These motherf**kers gonna see how wicked my verse gets
When them Christians and Catholics flip it and revere it
Spell live backwards it’s the devil
I’m not underground no more there’s no nice for that shovel
To make it to hip hop these are the level
Eminem, Nas, Pac these are the rebels
I found god walking in the bank speaking to the devil
My mother callin' I’m not no LeBron James
Baby but I’m balling up in the court
Baby this is my sport
So f**k it I’m a sinner
Won't stop God to am a winner
To I get Lindsay Lohan and Kylie Jenner
Only go sixthy dollars to my name
Damn, I made it to the hall of fame
The f**king walk of shame like damn
Man, I didn’t even have a car damn
Damn I still got far like damn
Never thought I’ll be a f**king star like damn
I was drunk everyday up in the bar damn
They like Shief done made it damn
They like Shief was so faded damn
N***a wanna pop me if I ain’t number one
B*t*h then I’m top three
(Outro: D12)
This is the life of Rashief
B*t*h
This is the life of Rashief This is the life of Rashief
Hahaha
And that how the story goes
And that how the story goes

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