D-12 - sh** Can Happen lyrics

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D-12 - sh** Can Happen lyrics

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

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