Rap's Finest

I go by the name of DJ Young Mase!
 Live from St. Andrews niggas!
 All the way from 7 Mile and Stout
 Bizarre!
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhhhh
 Bam-bam-boom-bip, we turn up the psycho
 Friday the 13th, nigga I'm Michael
 Bad man, Boogeyman, whatever you wanna call me ho
 Westside Detroit, that's Bizarre's barrio
 You a sorry ho, I'll pull that tool
 I'll act a fool nigga, smoke like some cools
 I catch a lot of cases, smack a lot of faces
 Rap 101 nigga it's back to the basics
 Stuck in the zone, blowin microphones
 Wild the fuck out nigga, leave me alone!
 Dope fiend, hydro, codeine, mescalines
 Bloody murder scene, Bizarre kill a teen
 Get back, get smacked, I'll blast a four
 Fuck the chit-chat, the impact'll blast your door
 I'm so hardcore, but so wild
 Black labrador, Mr. Grey Child!
 Ladies and gentlemen!
 Live from Runyon Ave.!
 One-fourth of D12!
 Eastside's finest!
 The Derelict, Kuniva!
 Uhh, what up?
 Yo, straight out yo' mammy throat
 A derelict, watch it or get your granny smoked
 Sawed-off shotty under my nanny coat
 I'm C-Murder in his prime in the Cali yo
 Cruisin the streets, who want a piece of this cold calico?
 Up in Jackson relaxin, third tier action
 Give a nigga face a slashin at my court case laughin
 Pants saggin, pistol brandishin, blast it, vanishin
 Drastic, ambulance pullin up, casket managin
 Now you stiff like a plastic mannequin
 We about that, pull a gat right where your mouth at and you panickin
 Angrier than young Anakin
 I throw bullets like a flag challengin a play, hollows hit his abdomen
 'niva's a beast, stalkin the east, packin a piece
 Nobody dies, I wanna get it crackin at least
 We can fight, I do scrappin with ease
 So watch your tone when you 'round here askin for me
 Get off my dick bitch!
 Ladies and gentlemen, we still goin strong!
 Back to 7 Mile's finest
 My nigga, Seven the General!
 Sir yes sir
 Yadada-mean, amphetamines and Vicodins
 I'm nitrogen, 7 Mile's fist-fightingest
 I'm lightin this bitch up, Bizarre said "Get 'em dawg"
 So I'm gon' sic 'em like Vick said "Finish y'all"
 And I administer pain like a sinister
 Sick son-of-a-bitch from Israel, I chemist raw
 Yeah I cook cocaine and such
 And blow propane, threw out a Dutch, I'm 7 Mile as fuck
 But that's the Westside in me
 Bag up, buff up yay's and floor Hemi's (Hemi's)
 Fo'-fo' semi (semi) fo' do' Sentry (Sentry)
 Grams in a Sinchie, Sandwich bag full of empties (empty)
 Mashin to N.C. cause my shit sells (sells)
 My shit's swell so I'm live from the Braile (Braile)
 When I'm out with D12, 50 pounds in a bail
 Do a round for the town, 50 rounds and a scale (ay)
 We not done yet!
 M.I.C. representer!
 The King of Detroit!
 Royce Nickel Nine!
 Get 'em!
 The llama kinda scary, comparin it to Suge
 Before I shoot a nigga have him actin all good
 You can call me Tyler Perry, the bar you know is raised
 You can take her cause she faker than your mom on braids
 Like Stevie I'm blind to the bark and behave
 You've seen me online drunk with arsenals waved
 I go off on the brave, the same to the fearful
 Aim at your head, put your thoughts on a page!
 Wear a clip, air a clip, you can call me Aerosmith
 +D MC+'s +Run+ when they +Walk This Way+
 {?} M.I.C. niggas, we busy, don't speak to me
 Bitches is smitten by the written lyrical wizardry
 Switch the, flow up, so what, I'm tote, uh
 Ridin with my angel like Lo-la, uh
 Recognize I'm about to blow up, though I blew
 Not the fame but the breathalyzer, ah, I'm through (hahaha)
 Last but not least
 Representin Brick City
 All the way from North New Jersey
 Mr. Funk Doctor Spock
 Redman!
 Yeah, yes sir, thank you Bizarre
 Gilla House niggas! Yo!
 I'm a mad dog nigga, Cujo
 So the +Dee+ watch me now like I'm Kool Moe
 I'm overseas turnin weed into euro
 Now I'm back to +Draw Four+ like Uno
 FUCK your girl roll, I never stop gettin it
 I keep runnin like your toilet need jigglin
 You're loud but your mouth don't match the dividends
 Your rock hard flow sound a lil' impotent
 I only got sixteen, but my sixteen
 Like sixteen kids shot my six teens
 Trenchcoat, I empty 'til the clip clean
 A one-shot like Tyson hit Mitch Green
 Ask my siblings, I got a problem
 Your punchlines won't make it out of Round ONE!
 Birds, love to flaunt all around him
 You want a bad boy? You found one
 Get money!