Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin'
I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin'
sick assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin'
D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin'
Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin
and I'm the machine that brought Marshall back to life
told him that my rhymes just have to be tight
so I figured that I would grab the mic
like a nig*a 'bout to rhyme right after Christ
sometimes we get mad and fight, right back to the lab tonight
grab an oath in the afterlife, that's only right
living like a rock star is the only life
and we are, 6 grown men, who are old friends
my nig*a Bugz, DeShaun Holton
all the way down, I'ma hold them, D-12 nig*a, 'till the world end
from "Hit Me With Your Best Shot"