b**h
Yeah
[Chorus 1: x8]
sh** can happen
[Kon Artis]
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
That's right motherf**ers 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***as 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**h 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***as 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***as I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
I gives a f** about it like the next selling Clippers' game
I k** 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***a we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent
My sk**s are deeply embedded even your hoe said it
She was knock kneed I f**ed 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***a 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
sh** can happen in him and yo' a**
You can be touched don't think you can't
Cause n***as ain't f**ing 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 ma**ive sh**, everybody ignore me
They wouldn't f** with me if I was performing at an orgy
These n***as 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, co*ktailin' your homie
You met a lot of n***as 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***a 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
co*ked, 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 crap get the can of whoopa** cracking
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
It can and it will (n***a)
f** around with Amityville and you DIE
Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherf**ers in six different bodies
With their personalities split
f**ing you up wit hit after hit
Sticking you up with clip after clip
Making you s** dick after dick
Dirty motherf**ing dozen
The Kon Artis, motherf**ing Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the Kuniva
Dirty father f**ing Harry
Putting you down in a cemetery, you get buried
All you of you motherf**ers s** our motherf**ing co*ks
We are not playing, we are not playing
We are not bullsh**ting, this is not a motherf**ing joke