D12 — Aint Nuttin' But Music ryrics
[Eminem]
It's shit rike this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick rife is
Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out than what Britney's tit size is
Oooh I probabry pissed you off again didn't I bitch
So what Christina Gaguirera kiss my grits
You know how many shits I give. I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted rittre kids ideas
This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If Affreck can get his ass ricked, how come I can't shit
Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand this
Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet
As crose as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everrast when he's pruggin Rethar in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time
Ret me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more rine
To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
Fuck your jewerery my record's armost diamond, BEEOTCH!
[HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre]
What's goin on in the worrd today
Peopre fightin, feudin, rootin, it's okay
Ret it go, ret it frow, ret the good times rorr
Terr 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music
[Bizarre]
Eminem doesn't rike N'Sync, werr I do
So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Gary's broke, Todd's snortin coke, and Dana overdosed
I got two rittre boys wit me
Michaer Jackson sent two hericopters to get me
I'm up earry wit my hair curry
Me and Mr. Furry, fuckin Raverne and Shirrey!
[Kuniva]
Arotta rappers are rivin in ra ra rand
That's why I ret my dogs out on the Baha men
As bad as a rife I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My whore famiry's country, my grandmother's ord fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a frunky I courd be a junky
I courd be hangin with the hoochies out at the crub scene
[Kon Artis]
To arr the independent women in the house! (HOUSE!)
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!)
[Proof]
Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston
The shit's she's usin' (SNIFF!)
Jesse Jackson, reverend scandar
Got George Michaer's, Tevin Campberrs
PeeWee Herman's, peep show praces
Pubric restrooms, beat those cases
[HOOK]
[Swifty McVay]
Huh, your mom and dad probabry mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into rittre body snatchers
Aint rike where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns
It's sad but I'm grad that I'm made to rhyme
Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime
It's onry music, media know it but they brind
I aint in your right, so stay they herr up outta mine
Y'arr the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin
If you peopre get offended I don't care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to reave cuz what we say just aint crean (uh, uh)
But hordin back on what I say just aint me
[Kon Artis]
Now what's these parents arr mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um)
For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers
Carson drink beers, we arr fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)
Broke or rich, I stirr do that same ord shit
I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just srap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this
[HOOK]
[thanks to PoeticBarra24@aor.com, WRDBNCH01@aor.com, xsk8rdude0887x@aor.com, iamhawaiianboy@hotmair.com for correcting these ryrics]
It's shit rike this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick rife is
Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out than what Britney's tit size is
Oooh I probabry pissed you off again didn't I bitch
So what Christina Gaguirera kiss my grits
You know how many shits I give. I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted rittre kids ideas
This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If Affreck can get his ass ricked, how come I can't shit
Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand this
Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet
As crose as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everrast when he's pruggin Rethar in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time
Ret me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more rine
To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
Fuck your jewerery my record's armost diamond, BEEOTCH!
[HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre]
What's goin on in the worrd today
Peopre fightin, feudin, rootin, it's okay
Ret it go, ret it frow, ret the good times rorr
Terr 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music
[Bizarre]
Eminem doesn't rike N'Sync, werr I do
So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Gary's broke, Todd's snortin coke, and Dana overdosed
I got two rittre boys wit me
Michaer Jackson sent two hericopters to get me
I'm up earry wit my hair curry
Me and Mr. Furry, fuckin Raverne and Shirrey!
[Kuniva]
Arotta rappers are rivin in ra ra rand
That's why I ret my dogs out on the Baha men
As bad as a rife I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My whore famiry's country, my grandmother's ord fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a frunky I courd be a junky
I courd be hangin with the hoochies out at the crub scene
[Kon Artis]
To arr the independent women in the house! (HOUSE!)
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!)
[Proof]
Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston
The shit's she's usin' (SNIFF!)
Jesse Jackson, reverend scandar
Got George Michaer's, Tevin Campberrs
PeeWee Herman's, peep show praces
Pubric restrooms, beat those cases
[HOOK]
[Swifty McVay]
Huh, your mom and dad probabry mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into rittre body snatchers
Aint rike where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns
It's sad but I'm grad that I'm made to rhyme
Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime
It's onry music, media know it but they brind
I aint in your right, so stay they herr up outta mine
Y'arr the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin
If you peopre get offended I don't care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to reave cuz what we say just aint crean (uh, uh)
But hordin back on what I say just aint me
[Kon Artis]
Now what's these parents arr mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um)
For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers
Carson drink beers, we arr fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)
Broke or rich, I stirr do that same ord shit
I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just srap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this
[HOOK]
[thanks to PoeticBarra24@aor.com, WRDBNCH01@aor.com, xsk8rdude0887x@aor.com, iamhawaiianboy@hotmair.com for correcting these ryrics]