D12 - Bane Lyrics
[Hook: Mr. Porter]The devil out to get me, moving pretty fastHead on collision, I'm tryna avoid the crash - (Pain)I'm running from my past - (Bane)That's why I wear the maskThis blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cashYou don't get the picture, it could be going to flash - (Pain)I'm running from my past - (Bane)That's why I wear the mask[Verse 1: Mr. Porter]Hope you bought a package of Kleenex (yeah)Package the rejects (yeah)Actually it's a fact that we shack in the p-jectsNaturally a rat pack will attack cheese (huh)That's why I'm in yellow and greenMay I tap, trap all these (uh)No I don't trust these hoes, nigga (uh)Say they love you for you then turn into gold digger (Bane)What the ***** you ask me for a dollar for?Shooting the gym? I ain't ballin' hoWhat I look like, any baller you know? (Bane)Yup, shots fired, callin' it kettleBlack shit turned the pot higherKeep trying to sell me a smile, but I'm a hard buyerKeep shit movin' like a car tireWhat you want a necklaceI'll make you a chain out some barbed wire[Hook][Verse 2: Swifty McVay]I got his Earth on my shoulders, real life for rappin'If you threw the planet at me I'd headbutt it and crack itOn another tax bracket and I been cleanin' my houseBut my old habits are in the attic, I'll pull 'em outAnd keep reminding y'all you ain't got it allDevil keep pulling me by the drawersNot at all amazed at these hatersYou've seen my catalogSpeaking and we keep flying over 'em like a cannonballThink I'm this comical, swag followerJust rhyming over beatsWhile these leakers suckin' all of us off (hell no)Still got your mama covered in vomit in my cellphoneY'all really got me *****ed upWhat you mixin' up in that cup?What the hell you sprinkle in that blunt?.44, make him sober up[Verse 3: Bizarre]I got an addiction to all these prescriptionsNeed an intervention, someone to listenCatholic or Christian, ***** your suspicions(*****! Gimme my molly and stop *****in'!)Turn it up (turn it down)I be blowing on half a poundPass it around and pass it aroundMerry go-round, merry go-roundShe say she love me, but this ***** is ugly(Shit, you ain't even know it)I'mma still let her ***** me[Hook][Verse 4: Kuniva]They say the devil is a liarNigga don't worry 'bout that loud mouthBumping his gums and babblingWatch for them quiet niggasOn the real, you should come ride with usCrew full of riders; OptimusMy back, seems like you got your facts all crossed up, no SwastikasFadin' in and out of my consciousnessTryna fight this feeling I'm conjurin'That's why I wear a hat so low with a maskReally feelin' like the LochnessNo bullshit, these *****es are more grimyDoing a nigga real slimeyHad my little homie stretched out, death untimelyNeed I remind me? Hold upYo, don't get doped upHeard rumors that niggas wanna clap at meWell actually, I was just over thereNiggas ain't really do jack to meThat's why I keep this mask on, straight faceOnly thing that's missing is my [?] get my Runyon Ave soldiers[Hook]
