Chance To Advance - D12

[Gun shots followed by screaming]

[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral 
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile 
Is vexed without the techs and six shooter
Body bullet polluter, perverted intruder
Now who the, fuck wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased
I got a bitch named trigger, my main-squeeze will make your brain 
freeze
Dirty D is dope like cane 

[Eye-Kyu:]
Remained eased, maintain chill status with no pause
Hot slugs to your carriages, turn your dome to coleslaw
My only thought is survival before my arrival 
I'm jumping out on niggas like I'm 5-0
Smack 'em up like a pack of trifling fly hoes
Any opportunity to mangle I never pass up
Fucking your clique with broom sticks - face down, ass up
Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your chest red
With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said 

[Eminem:]
Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a block near you is Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a stank, slut bitch with 30 husbands
When I was 5 I was already fuckin'
And playing X-rated cassettes in Teddy Ruxpin
I used to walk up and down the block cussin'
Locked in youth homes at 6 with glocks bussin'
I grew up with not ballers, who got dollars
Shot callers with guns and Rotwillers

[Bizarre:]
By any means necessary I'm on a killing spree
It's the devil in me, intoxicated with brown Hennessy
Beware life ain't fair and I don't care
Cher braids my hair while her kids are in day-care
Two blunts and I'm out for lunch
Your whore said I'm here "Sugar pie, honey bunch"
This Bizarre kid, that ain't the answer
You're more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat with fucking cancer

[Chorus:]
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pan