D12 Lyrics

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Quitter Lyrics

Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...

 

 To all my fans, keeping y'all in health

 Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself

 Cuz its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in

 Which I create, cuz that's my mission

 So listen close, to what we say, Because...

 This type of fag claims that every gay

 

 I, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you

 I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you

 I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew

 Now you hate Fred because leathal left you

 Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood

 No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods

 Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood

 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 album out, and rules for part of the year

 Then Kid Rock and Limp 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 old 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'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear

 Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew

 Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous too

 

 [Chorus]

 

 You just a...

 

 Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along

 And your days of house of pain are gone

 If you talk about my little girl in a song again

 I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)

 

 You just a...

 

 Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along

 And your days of house of pain are gone

 If you talk about my little girl in a song again

 I'ma kill you (I'ma kill 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 tell these motherfuckin fans the truth

 The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

 You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you

 Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do

 Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you

 You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2

 Back in 94 limp opened a show for you

 Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you

 Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too

 So you fall in a slump and get all emotional

 So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings

 Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick

 Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap

 Quicker but never last and Everlast is a...

 

 Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along

 And your days of house of pain are gone

 If you talk about my little girl in a song again

 I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)

 

 You just a...

 

 Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along

 And your days of house of pain are gone

 If you talk about my little girl in a song again

 I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)

 

 Aiight look...

 So this is what we ask of our fans

 If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass

 Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him

 Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him

 Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp

 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 all gonna be eating at Whitey's

 And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets

 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"]

 

 Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Kill Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!

 Yo, Yo, look, look, Kill Whitey

 

 First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say

 Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay

 You claim to be a muslum, but you Irish-White

 So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

 Plus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip

 Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick head

 I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath

 Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest

 Dialated go ask your people how I leave ya

 With your three cds nobody sees, when they released

 Evidence, don't fuck around with real emcees

 Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

 I let you faggots know it's on for life

 But Everlast might die tonight, HAHA

 Fat boy murdered on wax and killed

 Fuck with me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!

 

 [Eminem/Chorus]

 

 Grab 380s when you see Slim Shady

 Call the doctor to heal your heart

 They shocked you back to life at the clinic

 But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up

 

 [Eminem talking...]

 

 HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you faggots ain't even on my level. 

 I'ma let 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 floored for talkin back

 Little faggot amarillo, I show you what murders are ?

 At your own restuarant while I'm servin ya

 Drop and stomp your whole heart til it stops

 Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while he walks [in locks?]

 

 [Kuniva]

 

 Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Eric

 Where's your house of pain now, there's only one of you Eric

 You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around

 With some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge

 

 [Eminem/Chorus 2]

 

 Grab 380s when you see Slim Shady

 Call the doctor to heal your heart

 They shocked you back to life at the clinic

 But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up

 

 [Eminem]

 

 Got on his ass and now this faggot want to mention me still

 This ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killed

 With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin

 Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dime

 Cuz you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme

 Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's funny to me

 You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me

 I'm a pale faced killer WHALE

 On his way to fuckin prison pistol whippin tail, ha

 Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day

 That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha

 Now it's all bout country, you gave up hip-hop

 49,000 copies, the week your shit dropped

 While my sales making records break

 2 and a half million 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 bullets tear you in half

 Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fags

 Get this shit out of my stereo

 DIALATED YOU VIOLATED

 Now you bout to get ANNIHILATED

 We gon burry you, Harris [?]

 Cire's [?] get choked up and yolked up

 All 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 filled [?]

 Fucked your mother while you watch

 Keep your restuarant locked and block your door

 Cuz we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur

 

 [Eminem]

 

 You a, black Jesus, heart attack seizures,

 Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac Greases

 White Devil, washed up honkey

 Mixed up cracker who crossed over the country

 

 Haha, oh hell!

 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 believe in kicking a man while he's down.

 God DAMN...I quit.

 Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.