Lyrics:

Detroit listeners out there (The thugs)
You'd better be sure to stop by at the Galaxy Club (The thugs's)
Where there's a freestyle (There's a freestyle)
Super fresh contest going on tonight (Oh, I haven't helped me)
If you got the skills you better get you hip-hop ass on down here (Yeah)
We got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel (I got some all these mothafuckas down here, yeah)

Mortification is my next demonstration
I'd ask you for a lite pumpin' gas at the station
Here's my situtation, I hate many people
So I hear no see no say no evil, just like Knieval
Leave you headless bloody mess, like you was ridin' a Ducati
Ladidadi broke every bone in your body I'm not sorry
I'd probely murder you, voices tellin' me do what he say
Kill a DJ, fuck what he play
Mayday Mayday, boom! Boom! Blood's all over the room
I fucked yo bitch like a witch with a broom
Doomsday, murderers say
All y'all must pay when the buckshot's spray
Who wants the challenge me, grab the mic and bust yo raps
But then I'm just gonna grab my strap and just commence to bustin' caps
Leavin' bodies piled up in freestyle clubs
Fuck! You better make room, boom like what?

What?! Y'all make room when we show up!
Boom boom boom! What?!
What?! Y'all make room when we show up!
Boom boom boom! What?!

Killas run up in this bitch start bustin' off shots
Hittin' literballs, lazer lights and people on the top
I'm lookin' for the DJ 'cause he don't see it my way
I'm 'bout to blow 'em out his headphones and spin some ABK
I'm like a molitov cocktail breakin' down your wall
I'm settin' shit off, I blow your lid off, your body falls
You don't need no Luminol, I'm leavin' blood everywhere
And I'm aimin' for the head and hair of everybody there
I'm like a grasshopper, quick to jump, I'm spreadin' my wings
You say the wicked shit will die, I say you faggots seein' things
And all you bitches know I'm gangsta, don't ask me to dance
I might straight panic pull the gat and blow your pussy out your pants
It's the wicked shit It's E and J, it's hotter than Hell
And every Devil's Night we hunt 'em down and slaughter D12
I take the moosegun and shut your blood and blow it out your back
Turnin' face to camera where your hatchets at, throw 'em up y'all

What?! Y'all make room when we show up!
Boom boom boom! What?!
What?! Y'all make room when we show up!
Boom boom boom! What?!

Make room, guess who comin' in, grab my gun again
They told me he was one of 'em, so I done him in
A killers on the hunt again, smoke my blunt again
Fatality finished him, I win again
Repentance my vengance, so, I'm not sentanced a hundred years
It's burnin' my ears and blood is mixed with my tears fears
My styles get rid of theres, drive-bys in wheelchairs
All you see is smoke in the air 'cause we don't care

What?! Y'all make room when we show up!
Boom boom boom! What?!
What?! Y'all make room when we show up!
Boom boom boom! What?!