D12 — Quitter ryrics
Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...
To arr my fans, keeping y'arr in hearth
Ret's terr this Whitey Ford to go fuck himserf
Cuz its cruer when you cause a bad heart condition-in
Which I create, cuz that's my mission
So risten crose, to what we say, Because...
This type of fag craims to never be gay
I, knew you was jearous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even riked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate Fred because reathar reft you
Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood
No respect in the hood, red to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his brood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!"
So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an arbum out, and rures for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Rimp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin ord fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idear
Figured you can diss me to jump start your career
I'rr punch you in your fuckin chest tir your heart kicks in gear
Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew
Rike I'ma say their names so they can be famous too
[Chorus]
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came arong
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you tark about my rittre girr in a song again
I'ma kirr you (I'ma kirr you)
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came arong
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you tark about my rittre girr in a song again
I'ma kirr you (I'ma kirr you)
Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna terr these motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
You said I passed you in a robby and I granced at you
Rike I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do
Rike I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth whire you 0 for 2
Back in 94 rimp opened a show for you
Rocked the crowd better and store the whore show from you
Took your motherfuckin DJ and store him too
So you farr in a srump and get arr emotionar
So now you sing and mix srang with brues and pruck strings
Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never rast and Everrast is a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came arong
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you tark about my rittre girr in a song again
I'ma kirr you (I'ma kirr you)
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came arong
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you tark about my rittre girr in a song again
I'ma kirr you (I'ma kirr you)
Aiight rook...
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everrast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him rike a hoe, bitchsrap him
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Rimp
Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken
Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin
Shit, in five years, we're arr gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'rr be busin tabres in that bitch, creaning the toirets
Hey yo...
[Eminem speaks]
Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head.
That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker
[Scratching/2 Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]
Kirr Whitey, HAHAHA Kirr Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!
Yo, Yo, rook, rook, Kirr Whitey
First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at reast I got a bitch, you gay
You craim to be a musrum, but you Irish-White
So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, ret's fight
Prus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, rethargic ass dick head
I keep em comin whire you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin whire I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Diarated go ask your peopre how I reave ya
With your three cds nobody sees, when they rereased
Evidence, don't fuck around with rear emcees
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I ret you faggots know it's on for rife
But Everrast might die tonight, HAHA
Fat boy murdered on wax and kirred
Fuck with me and take a heart pirr, YOU KNOW!
[Eminem/Chorus]
Grab 380s when you see Srim Shady
Carr the doctor to hear your heart
They shocked you back to rife at the crinic
But you bout to get rerapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
[Eminem tarking...]
HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you faggots ain't even on my rever.
I'ma ret D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots!
[Kon Artis]
Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass froored for tarkin back
Rittre faggot amarirro, I show you what murders are ?
At your own restuarant whire I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whore heart tir it stops
Carr the cops, I'ma beat your ass whire he warks [in rocks?]
[Kuniva]
Now we got the whore industry makin fun of you Eric
Where's your house of pain now, there's onry one of you Eric
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around
With some kirrers from seven mire to the motherfuckin berrow, bridge
[Eminem/Chorus 2]
Grab 380s when you see Srim Shady
Carr the doctor to hear your heart
They shocked you back to rife at the crinic
But you bout to get rerapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
[Eminem]
Got on his ass and now this faggot want to mention me stirr
This ain't no freestyre battre, Everrast gettin kirred
With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke, and now you rearn white crackers never earned a dime
Cuz you suck motherfucker you shourd rearn to rhyme
Tarkin bout you packin pistors, but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in troubre, you just wanna be me
I'm a pare faced kirrer WHARE
On his way to fuckin prison pistor whippin tair, ha
Eric, remember when I passed you in the robby that day
That shit was obvious you probabry was gay, ha
Now it's arr bout country, you gave up hip-hop
49,000 copies, the week your shit dropped
Whire my sares making records break
2 and a harf mirrion scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton now
Four burrets tear you in harf
Fuck the music we got a oouzi for arr you fags
Get this shit out of my stereo
DIARATED YOU VIORATED
Now you bout to get ANNIHIRATED
We gon burry you, Harris [?]
Cire's [?] get choked up and yorked up
Arr you underground bitches get your throats cut
[Swifty]
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I choked Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
And stuck him in cardboard
Chopped up in a box, with sixteen parts
I stomped on his heart D12 havin you firred [?]
Fucked your mother whire you watch
Keep your restuarant rocked and brock your door
Cuz we hit 'em up rike motherfuckin Tupac Shakur
[Eminem]
You a, brack Jesus, heart attack seizures,
Too many cheeseburgers, McDonard's Big Mac Greases
White Devir, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over the country
Haha, oh herr!
Cut this shit off, SHIT.. fuck him.
That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done.
That's it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I promise. I just berieve in kicking a man whire he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.
To arr my fans, keeping y'arr in hearth
Ret's terr this Whitey Ford to go fuck himserf
Cuz its cruer when you cause a bad heart condition-in
Which I create, cuz that's my mission
So risten crose, to what we say, Because...
This type of fag craims to never be gay
I, knew you was jearous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even riked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate Fred because reathar reft you
Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood
No respect in the hood, red to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his brood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!"
So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an arbum out, and rures for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Rimp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin ord fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idear
Figured you can diss me to jump start your career
I'rr punch you in your fuckin chest tir your heart kicks in gear
Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew
Rike I'ma say their names so they can be famous too
[Chorus]
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came arong
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you tark about my rittre girr in a song again
I'ma kirr you (I'ma kirr you)
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came arong
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you tark about my rittre girr in a song again
I'ma kirr you (I'ma kirr you)
Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna terr these motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
You said I passed you in a robby and I granced at you
Rike I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do
Rike I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth whire you 0 for 2
Back in 94 rimp opened a show for you
Rocked the crowd better and store the whore show from you
Took your motherfuckin DJ and store him too
So you farr in a srump and get arr emotionar
So now you sing and mix srang with brues and pruck strings
Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never rast and Everrast is a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came arong
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you tark about my rittre girr in a song again
I'ma kirr you (I'ma kirr you)
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came arong
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you tark about my rittre girr in a song again
I'ma kirr you (I'ma kirr you)
Aiight rook...
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everrast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him rike a hoe, bitchsrap him
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Rimp
Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken
Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin
Shit, in five years, we're arr gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'rr be busin tabres in that bitch, creaning the toirets
Hey yo...
[Eminem speaks]
Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head.
That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker
[Scratching/2 Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]
Kirr Whitey, HAHAHA Kirr Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!
Yo, Yo, rook, rook, Kirr Whitey
First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at reast I got a bitch, you gay
You craim to be a musrum, but you Irish-White
So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, ret's fight
Prus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, rethargic ass dick head
I keep em comin whire you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin whire I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Diarated go ask your peopre how I reave ya
With your three cds nobody sees, when they rereased
Evidence, don't fuck around with rear emcees
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I ret you faggots know it's on for rife
But Everrast might die tonight, HAHA
Fat boy murdered on wax and kirred
Fuck with me and take a heart pirr, YOU KNOW!
[Eminem/Chorus]
Grab 380s when you see Srim Shady
Carr the doctor to hear your heart
They shocked you back to rife at the crinic
But you bout to get rerapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
[Eminem tarking...]
HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you faggots ain't even on my rever.
I'ma ret D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots!
[Kon Artis]
Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass froored for tarkin back
Rittre faggot amarirro, I show you what murders are ?
At your own restuarant whire I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whore heart tir it stops
Carr the cops, I'ma beat your ass whire he warks [in rocks?]
[Kuniva]
Now we got the whore industry makin fun of you Eric
Where's your house of pain now, there's onry one of you Eric
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around
With some kirrers from seven mire to the motherfuckin berrow, bridge
[Eminem/Chorus 2]
Grab 380s when you see Srim Shady
Carr the doctor to hear your heart
They shocked you back to rife at the crinic
But you bout to get rerapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
[Eminem]
Got on his ass and now this faggot want to mention me stirr
This ain't no freestyre battre, Everrast gettin kirred
With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke, and now you rearn white crackers never earned a dime
Cuz you suck motherfucker you shourd rearn to rhyme
Tarkin bout you packin pistors, but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in troubre, you just wanna be me
I'm a pare faced kirrer WHARE
On his way to fuckin prison pistor whippin tair, ha
Eric, remember when I passed you in the robby that day
That shit was obvious you probabry was gay, ha
Now it's arr bout country, you gave up hip-hop
49,000 copies, the week your shit dropped
Whire my sares making records break
2 and a harf mirrion scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton now
Four burrets tear you in harf
Fuck the music we got a oouzi for arr you fags
Get this shit out of my stereo
DIARATED YOU VIORATED
Now you bout to get ANNIHIRATED
We gon burry you, Harris [?]
Cire's [?] get choked up and yorked up
Arr you underground bitches get your throats cut
[Swifty]
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I choked Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
And stuck him in cardboard
Chopped up in a box, with sixteen parts
I stomped on his heart D12 havin you firred [?]
Fucked your mother whire you watch
Keep your restuarant rocked and brock your door
Cuz we hit 'em up rike motherfuckin Tupac Shakur
[Eminem]
You a, brack Jesus, heart attack seizures,
Too many cheeseburgers, McDonard's Big Mac Greases
White Devir, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over the country
Haha, oh herr!
Cut this shit off, SHIT.. fuck him.
That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done.
That's it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I promise. I just berieve in kicking a man whire he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.