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Nasty Mind
D12 Lyrics

Stop
You want me to do what?
What are those?
You want me to stick those in what?

What is on your nasty mind?
(Nasty mind, nasty mind)
Don't you want to get fucked from behind?
(From behind, from behind)
They treat me like a dirty slave

(Dirty slave, dirty slave)
And beat me like I won't behave
I just want to get freaky baby

I'm to Swift on my toes
To get caught up with you hoes
You don't know me (uh huh)
See I ain't gotta front to play the role (for real)
I'm a Know-G
I know when you're being phony
See you're probably boning them officers
Just to pull up on me (slut)
That's why sixty percent of women is lonely (uh huh)
They getting my mix only
They trying to creep slowly because they nosy
I ain't listen to what my momma told me
I fuck 'em and pass 'em to my homies (right)
Then he fuck 'em and pass 'em to the homies (take her)
I'm a nasty ass macaroni
You flashing fast money
You can pass the Roley
Fuck a alimony (bitch)
If you want me
And ain't out screaming about your monthly
I'll be sticking your pretty ass until you turn ugly (damn)
You suddenly see stars when fucking me
Ain't no manage
It's I-want-'em-in-threes
Release your garments (trick)
It ain't even me to hold back
I'll fuck your moms quick
Have her running around this bitch screaming
That's my dick

Yo, I know I'm dogmatic
But your pussy walls have had it (that's right)
It's evident that you been fucking like a jackrabbit
But I stay focused (bitch)
So I acted like I didn't notice
And fucked her with no baby lotion
And bust in the soap dish
Hoe you can quote this
Your breath is smelling like
You done sucked a senior citizen's old dick
Go spit (damn)
You gon' get chocked quick
Talking all that hoe shit
All aggressive asking for a slow kiss
No bitch (get the fuck outta here)
You like freaking
See you every night creeping
Sucking off the nice deacons
Slut you made his wife leave him (cunt)
So keep slurping
I'll be down to the fullest
But forget it bitch
Your nipples look like AK bullets (I'm out)

Yo, I'm tearing down whatever you built
Your marriage is through
'cause I answered your wife's door naked
Wrapped in a quilt
Hoes say,
"Kon Artis got a dick so big"
Man, I could persuade any bitch
To have eight of my kids
Shit, bitch
I should be locked up
For having honies' legs cocked up
In the back of my pop's truck
I'm not fucked up
I just got a fetish for shooting
Cum in coochie
'Till the pussy is booting it back out
I 69'd this one bitch and she bled in my mouth (shit)
Kicked her out
Cleaned the couch out
And beat up my crouch
I don't gotta creep in motels
I cheat at my house
See I"m a dog
I don't need to keep a secret hide out (naw)

All night I been snorting
Your age and where you're from
Is just not important (naw)
You look like one of my mistresses
On welfare, ten kids like the rest of my bitches
Dreams of fucking a handicapped bitch
Suck my dick while your teeth start to grit (whore)
Inner slave, that's how I want you to treat me
I ain't into S&M
But I love when you beat me
I told you I was a horny ass freak
While I'm beating my meat
Your daughter acting like she asleep (ya right)
My love is like thunder and lightning
After it"s over
I'm looking like I got my ass kicked by Tyson

I just want to get freaky baby
I just want to get freaky baby

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Written by: Andre Young, Denaun Porter, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Von Carlisle

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D12 (aka The Dirty Dozen and D-Twizzy) was initially formed in 1991 by Proof who invited local Detroit rappers such as Bizarre, Eminem and other members who would leave the crew before it achieved success including Eye Kyu, Killa Hawk and Fuzz. The group was a loose collective in the vein of Wu-Tang Clan. Several members began making names for themselves in hip hop during the late 1990s. Bizarre was named Inner City Entertainment's "Flava of the Week" and Proof won a free-styling competition run by The Source in 1998. Read Full BioD12 (aka The Dirty Dozen and D-Twizzy) was initially formed in 1991 by Proof who invited local Detroit rappers such as Bizarre, Eminem and other members who would leave the crew before it achieved success including Eye Kyu, Killa Hawk and Fuzz. The group was a loose collective in the vein of Wu-Tang Clan. Several members began making names for themselves in hip hop during the late 1990s. Bizarre was named Inner City Entertainment's "Flava of the Week" and Proof won a free-styling competition run by The Source in 1998.

However, it was as a solo artist that D12 member Eminem found success. All of the members of D12 have aliases and Eminem chose Slim Shady as his. Eminem was formerly in a group called Soul Intent along with Proof before leaving and forming with D12.

Eminem's success persuaded Proof to establish D12 on a more permanent basis in early 1999. Bizarre, Eminem, Kon Artis, Bugz, and Kuniva were recruited to join the group. Kuniva and Kon Artis were previously part of Da Brigade. However, Bugz passed away in Detroit on May 21, 1999 because of a gun incident at a picnic that turned into a shooting, leading to Kuniva proposing Swift take Bugz's place. Each of the members of the crew wears a tattoo of Bugz's name in his honor. The tracks Good Die Young and Bugz 97 (the latter of which features an appearance from Bugz) on D12 World are also in his memory.

The six members of D12 signed a contract with Eminem's Shady Records and Interscope in 2000. The fact that D12 rose to prominence after Eminem led many people to assume that the other members had less significance in the group - this would be the concept of the group's 2004 hit single My Band. They also made the song to adress the common using of Eminem featuring D12.

Despite Eminem's prominence in the music industry, D12 insists that there is no frontman in the group and that Eminem is just another member. In spite of this, D12 recently began to tour as a separate entity to Eminem, a controversial move that could lead to confusion among concert-goers who may believe they are paying to see Eminem as well as the other five performers.

Sadly, early morning on April 11, 2006, Proof was shot and killed at a Detroit-area nightclub. Proof, real name DeShaun Holton, was 32 years old. Proof was also one of Eminem's best friends and will be missed by fans and friends.