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D12 & Eminem Song Lyrics
Song name: Keep Talkin' Lyrics

Lyric Artist: D12
Lyric Album: D12 World
Lyric Song: Keep Talkin'
Lyric Date: 2004

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Information:
Bonus track on the D12 World cd

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Keep Talkin' Lyrics

[Intro- Bizarre]
Yea
Detroit mother f*cker
DJ Green Lantern (the evil genious)
D12
We aint goin no where
We still smokin crack nigga
Haha
Let um know
HA-HA

[Chorus - Eminem]
B*tch keep talkin
Keep on popin off with them jaws because, we aint stoppin
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
Keep on poppin that shit you poppin
Cause we aint stoppin cuz you aint stoppin us
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
COME ON

[Verse 1 - Kuniva]
Yo the derelict is back
Im blazin niggas while they up in the Sheraton last
I even sold my therapist crack
You niggas is b*tch straight up im bearin the facts
I love pussy wit all my heart but i married the gats
And nigga im top pedigree so dont play wit me
Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat
Kids and all be hit
Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all
Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter
Packin guns when im sleep walkin
(B*tch keep talkin)
Throwin fire bombs down your chimney
While you eatin at wendys
Im in your bushes cockin the semi
Nice wit the hands
Never bow down to another man
I was poppin guns while you was still poppin some rubber bands
Smother your clan
Sever your hands and your legs
Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head

[Verse 2 - Swifty]
Im the only one your b*tch let touch her
Type of brother that will f*ck your mother
With a fishnet rubber
A belligerent and rowdy mother f*cker
That'll dump your body and still fly away to maui on the ??
When it comes to beefin
It aint no explainin
Ill change your language wit a stainless
Im contained wit a anguish to leave your famous
Im a deranged pit yall lift an AK to pinch ya face wit
Niggas dont say shit f*ck your hype man if its a bystander standin by im firein at ya, cause i can
You get squashed like pop cans
I be shootin 7up in your mouth man
Im about to sell your mama bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she coughin blood
I love to see um wasted
Im made to behave in this case
You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced

[Chorus - Eminem]
B*tch keep talkin
Keep on popin off with them jaws because
We aint stoppin
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
Keep on poppin that shit you poppin
Cause we aint stoppin cuz you aint stoppin us
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
COME ON

[Verse 3 - Bizarre]
I aint her to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule
Im here to talk about lil Ray Ray and whatever do
Sike i aint gonna mention it
He probally sue
Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive)
The first time i had sex.. a derty mattress
No condom.. my grandmother.. bent over backwards
Bizarre been f*ckin raw all summer
Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother
Sike, im not bisexual
Im an intelectual, transexual, one testicle (one nut)
And i aint sayin shit cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer, im diein

[Verse 4 - Proof]
YE-YE
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay
Tupac
And Notorious BIG
Im probally the best
Guy in the flesh
Blow ya heart out ya chest
And ya chest out ya vest
Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell
Study my trail i cut and me fail
A druggy on bail nutty as well
Which such like buddy revel
Dead or in jail
Still headin for hell
The ghetto rebels the wrong guy
Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like sponge bob
We can set this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin
To pee on you often
Great me wit offers we taken over
Or get China white mixed wit bakin soda
Ya hear me

[Outro - Eminem]
F*ckin crack heads
And this is just mix tape shit you f*ckin morons
This aint brains over braun
This is bullys over f*ckin pussies
Haha come on b*tch

[Chorus - Eminem]

B*tch keep talkin
Keep on popin off with them jaws because
We aint stoppin
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
Keep on poppin that shit you poppin
Cause we aint stoppin cuz you aint stoppin us
We aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin

   
           
   


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