Chance To Advance Lyrics by 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, thats 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
Im jumping out on niggas like Im 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 Im on a killing spree
Its the devil in me, intoxicated with brown hennessy
Beware life aint fair and I dont care
Cher braids my hair while her kids are in day-care
Two blunts and Im out for lunch
Your whore said Im here sugar pie, honey bunch
This bizarre kid, that aint the answer
Youre