b****
Yeah
[Chorus 1: x8]
s*** can happen
[Kon Artis]
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
That's right m************ we back
Same slanging, orangatangin, wilding out on hoodrats
They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi
And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless,
You n***** don't get it yet do you
Dealing out platinum or flop I still put it through you
Wit a luger that'll spit fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a b**** like Mariah
You think for one second since we got a deal
That we won't deal wit you in front of St Andrew's still?
You gay rappers better learn that
I won't stop until I see 'em turn back
If you don't slow that roll you got
You goin' see these Runyan Ave. n***** that really need some Prozac
For sure that, ask the others
But gator lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother
[Kuniva]
You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and half the n***** I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a d*** about your name
I gives a f*** about it like the next selling Clippers' game
I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom
You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call they self screaming about a challenge
n**** we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it
She was knock kneed I f***** her now she's bow legged
In the middle of rapping I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping
Kuniva and Kon Artis my n**** we get it cracking
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing
[Chorus 1]
[Kon Artis]
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
s*** can happen in him and yo' a**
You can be touched don't think you can't
Cause n***** ain't f****** around no more man [Repeat: x2]
[Swifty McVay]
The feds can't hold me, I hold feds
I was born wit a dark a** cloud over my head
Raining acid, you can't refrain from getting yo' a** kicked
Cause you talk too much you ask for it
I'm on some massive s***, everybody ignore me
They wouldn't f*** with me if I was performing at an orgy
These n***** get confronted, then they change stories
I touch you then they thinking everything is hunky dory
I even have you pour me the gasoline for me
Pulling up slowly, c***tailin' your homie
You met a lot of n***** which you wouldn't want to know me
Yo' a** might not even make it home wit your rollie
Don't even try, in your system like e coli
Trying to beef with me, n**** please yo' people die
I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally
I survived the abortion immediately, surprise! ah!
[Eminem]
Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting
Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns
So when the cops come knocking each hand's got one
c***ed, ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts
One man army, guns can't harm me
Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop carrying out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flipped and censorship
Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some s*** on Infinite
I been giving it a hundred and ten percent
Cause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is innocent
Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten's because I love being under your skin
Yeah s*** can happen, so stick to rapping
Quit the yapping or I'ma lift the mack and
That can lead to another mishap happening
Skip the c*** get the can of whoopass cracking
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
It can and it will (n****)
f*** around with Amityville and you DIE
Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve m************ in six different bodies
With their personalities split
f****** you up wit hit after hit
Sticking you up with clip after clip
Making you suck d*** after d***
Dirty m************ dozen
The Kon Artis, m************ Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the Kuniva
Dirty father f****** Harry
Putting you down in a cemetery, you get buried
All you of you m************ suck our m************ c****
We are not playing, we are not playing
We are not bullshitting, this is not a m************ joke
Yeah
[Chorus 1: x8]
s*** can happen
[Kon Artis]
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
That's right m************ we back
Same slanging, orangatangin, wilding out on hoodrats
They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi
And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless,
You n***** don't get it yet do you
Dealing out platinum or flop I still put it through you
Wit a luger that'll spit fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a b**** like Mariah
You think for one second since we got a deal
That we won't deal wit you in front of St Andrew's still?
You gay rappers better learn that
I won't stop until I see 'em turn back
If you don't slow that roll you got
You goin' see these Runyan Ave. n***** that really need some Prozac
For sure that, ask the others
But gator lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother
[Kuniva]
You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and half the n***** I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a d*** about your name
I gives a f*** about it like the next selling Clippers' game
I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom
You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call they self screaming about a challenge
n**** we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it
She was knock kneed I f***** her now she's bow legged
In the middle of rapping I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping
Kuniva and Kon Artis my n**** we get it cracking
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing
[Chorus 1]
[Kon Artis]
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
s*** can happen in him and yo' a**
You can be touched don't think you can't
Cause n***** ain't f****** around no more man [Repeat: x2]
[Swifty McVay]
The feds can't hold me, I hold feds
I was born wit a dark a** cloud over my head
Raining acid, you can't refrain from getting yo' a** kicked
Cause you talk too much you ask for it
I'm on some massive s***, everybody ignore me
They wouldn't f*** with me if I was performing at an orgy
These n***** get confronted, then they change stories
I touch you then they thinking everything is hunky dory
I even have you pour me the gasoline for me
Pulling up slowly, c***tailin' your homie
You met a lot of n***** which you wouldn't want to know me
Yo' a** might not even make it home wit your rollie
Don't even try, in your system like e coli
Trying to beef with me, n**** please yo' people die
I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally
I survived the abortion immediately, surprise! ah!
[Eminem]
Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting
Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns
So when the cops come knocking each hand's got one
c***ed, ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts
One man army, guns can't harm me
Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop carrying out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flipped and censorship
Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some s*** on Infinite
I been giving it a hundred and ten percent
Cause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is innocent
Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten's because I love being under your skin
Yeah s*** can happen, so stick to rapping
Quit the yapping or I'ma lift the mack and
That can lead to another mishap happening
Skip the c*** get the can of whoopass cracking
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
It can and it will (n****)
f*** around with Amityville and you DIE
Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve m************ in six different bodies
With their personalities split
f****** you up wit hit after hit
Sticking you up with clip after clip
Making you suck d*** after d***
Dirty m************ dozen
The Kon Artis, m************ Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the Kuniva
Dirty father f****** Harry
Putting you down in a cemetery, you get buried
All you of you m************ suck our m************ c****
We are not playing, we are not playing
We are not bullshitting, this is not a m************ joke