D-12 - Act A Fool

Proof
bite what they cant be
The rich throw what they cant eat
you aint sweet
Coughin and gaggin
Often I'm braggin
Got a big d*ck to stop my pants from saggin
Waggin your tail like a f*g in the jail
Keep it off dogs barking like weed bags in the mail
Empty you vein like a sword to flesh
You rap about nothing like Lord Finess
(This is bugz)

Bugz
Let me know
You was shoot or start a scr*p
You think they wanna shoot
Ill put a bullet through they starter cap
This is a rapper every nigg* that I beat up
Stomped unconscience
Smacked with tha heater
fk you
Bugz dont give a fk about your feelings
I blow your s**t out like I gun hustle Simmons
So hide your knot when you walkin up my block
smack you with the glock
And take the money out ya sock

2x
Know to act a fool
And wild out when we buzzin
Always rumblin
Roudy dirty dozen
Cold blooded but album hotter then a oven
You want beef? What start sumtin

Proof
Yo its Proof the total package
You total wackness
The fact is
You need a lifetime of practice
Im active bouce in the coupe
Through a mountain or two
Out the foutain of youth
Motown is countin on Proof
hey 54 survival blaze the war full
Before armageddon sn*tched the prof
Out the bible
Kill a rival with the impact of a rifle
And ring the blood out ya
Before leave them crypt and my disciple

(Kon Artis)
Man lemme tell what type a nigg* I am
Im the type of muth* fkin that write rhymes that kill
Im the type of nigg* that cant fk with
You know what im sayin? That what type of nigg* I am

Bugz
You the type write away gone write a million rhymes a day
Come back around the way and sound the same ol entire way
Bugz will grab a brew and drink a proof from Mary J
And bust a freestyle that sounds better then yo tape
You style is b*tchy, I have a harder time with Missy
Yo whole set up sucks like Monica Lewinsky
I can cop a seed and read a dictonary first
And kill you with a rap full of words
I just learned!

Chorus

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