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D12 & Eminem Song Lyrics
Song name: Chance To Advance Lyrics

Lyric Artist: D12
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Lyric Song: Chance To Advance
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Chance To Advance Lyrics

[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, f*ck wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased
I got a b*tch 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
F*cking your clique with broom sticks - face down, ass up
Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your chest red
With our d*ck in ya mouth, f*cking everything you just said

[Eminem:]
Yeah yeah b*tch, coming to a block near you is Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a stank, slut b*tch with 30 husbands
When I was 5 I was already f*ckin'
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 f*cking 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 pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants

[Bizarre:]
Back from the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle
Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths new single
Who's the big guy who's quick like Sugar Ray
F*ck Calgon b*tch, Bizarre might take you away
Give up the pussy cause I know you a freak
?? in a week, cause my kids got to eat
Date raping anorexic girls in my beat-up car
(Hold up Bizarre, you taking that shit too far!!!)
but I can't stop cause my brains ain't there

[Eminem:]
Bust a nut then drop that b*tch in Lake St. Clair
Your mistakes ain't rare, your rap style annoys
You rap like a b*tch plus I can't stand your voice
B*tch you suck, you whack as f*ck, eat a d*ck
You need a brick upside your dome, we be the clique
Runnin' you down in carloads
Leaving you smashed down on tar roads, flat line like barcodes

[Eye-Kyu:]
Put up your guard hoes, I'm blazing heat the way we speak
Not even Nike could cover these amazing feats
Burning rappers eternally, internally and externally
For half stepping like one-legged fraternities
Quickdraw McGraw, AKA Eye-Kyu
Putting something inside you, leaving holes that I see right through
For anyone obstructing my view, my art of attack
Is slugs through your chest, that'll blow your heart out your back
Making sure you get fed, with a whole lot of led
And throw you over the Ambassador Bridge and scream "Drop Dead!"

[Proof:]
Largely, I'm out to stack equations, without a tax-evasion
Make moms say "That's amazing," all the same like black and Asian
My pack evasion, attack a stage and you blush like a Cadillac,
I wish your fleet would try to battle rap,
Or make a man bleed, like a cattle pack stampede
Front and co-sign my hands leave
Think to Recognize like Sam Sneed
My ?? dispose ya, froze ya, another classic closure
The death-master out to blast ya
My team runs shit, from from the D E side, down to last ya
Past the, norm, my crew swarm, molest the children of the corn
Dirty D 'till infinity, now bring it on

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

   
           
   


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