D12 - Bizarre (skit)

[Intro] Detroit, Motown Hey guess what, they gave us the (?) this year, and you know what happened? [Chorus] Robbin, Shootin, Killin, Murder (Murdaaaaa, Murdaaaaa) Robbin, Shootin, Killin, Murder (Murdaaaaa, Murdaaaaa) [Bizarre] Hennied up, Ginnied up, ski mask, black truck Dickey outfit, passenger side (pistol grip pump) Fuck it I just did two lines, a chrome tech nine, it'll tear out niggaz spines It's a party, go on in and have fun, 'cause after it's over all you gon' hear is *gunshot* run nigga run nigga Shootin, blastin, hittin the floor ten-thousand in the safe, shit I'm 'bout to score Cause I'm dangerous, off angeldust, shit I'll bust Even the nigga that came with us And this is for my nigga's that be robbin and stealin' Carjackin, murder one's, and fuckin drug dealin! [Chorus] Robbin, Shootin, Killin, Murder (Murdaaaaa, Murdaaaaa) Robbin, Shootin, Killin, Murder (Murdaaaaa, Murdaaaaa) [Kuniva] I stumble in the club blowed up, nine millimeter cocked something's telling me to stop, fuck it I don't see the cops Nigga's don't believe until they see it's out stupid motherfuckers want to take the scenic route, now the heater's out Bitches scream like I pulled my penis out beggin' me to put that big motherfucker away, but the demon's out Everybody on the floor, come out of that (?) Come out of them diamonds and you come out of that velour The party is over, shut the fuck down, cut the music *scratches* matter of fact turn it back up shit I could use it (ohhhhh) I need the noise in case I have to let a couple off saw another icey chain, walked over and tugged it off Give me that butter soft, and since you buyin' out the bar you can buy my drinks for today and tomorrow I'm out for the paper, my homie better hide the jewels I'm in the game starvin, and I ain't playin buy the rules nigga [Chorus] Robbin, Shootin, Killin, Murder (Murdaaaaa, Murdaaaaa) Robbin, Shootin, Killin, Murder (Murdaaaaa, Murdaaaaa) [50 Cent] Sh-sh-sh-Shaaaaaady!