(The Aphilliates-style, motherfucker. Pay attention!)

[Intro: DJ Young Mase]

And just like that, mixtape shit is now official

DJ Young Mase, AKA Mr. Detroit City

You know what time it is

Return of the Dozen!

Kuniva, Big Proof, Marshall Mathers

Bizarre, Kon Artist, Swift McVay

[Hook: Bizarre]

We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back

We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)

We back (D12, mother-fucker!)

We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back

We back (D12, mother-fucker!)

We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)

[Verse 1: Swifty]

I've been firing up my ounces in Vietnam in houses

Just the past time, go ask about me in the county

I am mentally disruptive and untouched, I'm not lying

I'll snipe you faster than a nigga that's been caught wired

My thought process is maniacal

Tylenol threes mixed with Vicodin can make a hella antidote

Speak irrelevant, there ain't enough medicine

That can stop me from swelling your mouths worse than pelicans

I [can sock whores?] that's with enough force

To crack the back of their skeletons

Fuck having remorse

You'd be better off being suicidal than forfeiting

You can hide your horsemen, but not they vital organs

Snitches are foes, and when they see me

Folks are quick to point their fingers at me faster than ET

My felonies be changing with the weather

I'll be the nigga blacker than X-Clan and the Panthers put together

[Hook: Bizarre]

We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back

We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)

We back (D12, mother-fucker!)

We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back

We back (D12, mother-fucker!)

We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)

[Verse 2: Bizarre]

Back in the studio, back on the block

Back in St. Andrews, got them hammers cocked

Nigga I don't get shot, I do the shooting

Gang member, I do all the recruiting

Ball till y'all fall, out there in Reno

Blowing ten thousand, Motor City casino

They say my group was wanted on some IRS shit

That's what happens when five niggas sell bricks

When it comes to beefin', we don't need Marshall

St. Aubin massacre, call me Tamara Marshall

Come on your block and get loose

Shoot niggas for a triple-fat goose, this one's for Proof

This is for my dawgs

This is for my peoples

This is for them niggas, Bacardis and the Regals

(I see dead people) And it might be you

If you ever, ever disrespect my crew

[Hook: Bizarre]

We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back

We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)

We back (D12, mother-fucker!)

We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back

We back (D12, mother-fucker!)

We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)

[Verse 3: Kuniva]

Your boys are back in the building, yeah

We back on the map

Back to doing them drugs

Packing the mac in the Ac'

If you wanna get 'em up, let's make hap' with a scrap

Niggas be running they trap until the hammer go "clap"

Bloody you up like a Cotex

Leave your face big like Rolex

My guns carry 21 like "three feet, no check"

The laid-back, bumping James Brown, the big payback

I don't play that like Pat, so don't say jack

Shit is real in this killing field, where's your game face?

Fuck you, your whole family and your namesake

So step back and observe these little clowns

Like they running this town, like we don't get down

In my crib, I got plaques, they hanging all around

And the only plaque you got is hanging in your mouth

You're not like us, a million fans overseas

We can leave for a week and come back with a hundred Gs

We back

[Hook: Bizarre]

We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back

We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)

We back (D12, mother-fucker!)

We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back

We back (D12, mother-fucker!)

We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)

[Outro: DJ Young Mase]

The dozen: they been all over the country; overseas

Niggas done laid low for a minute

But now we back, the streets is ours

We back like we never left, niggas

You know what time this is

Return of the Dozen mixtape, hosted by the general

The fuck y'all wanna do now?

All y'all hating-ass niggas get your thongs ready

We back! D12!