Eminem - Hit Em' Up III lyrics

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Eminem - Hit Em' Up III lyrics

Aiyyo Head, that's why I f**ed your mother you fat motherf**er! {*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*} k** Whitey! - Hahaha k** Whitey! - Detroit! What? What? k** Whitey! - .. yo, yo k** Whitey! - Haha! Look First off, f** your songs and the sh** you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a b**h, you gay You claim to be a m**m but you Irish White So f** you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic a** dickhead I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't f** around with Real MC's Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so f** geeks I let you f*ggots know it's on for life But Everlast might die tonight, haha Fat boy murdered on wax and k**ed f** with me and take a heart pill, you know! (Chorus: Eminem) Grab 380's 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! Hahaha, yo Check This out You f*ggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D-12 ride on you b**h-made a** f*ggots! (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 a** floored for talkin back Little f*ggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops Call the cops, I'ma beat your a** while they watch (Kuniva) Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round With some k**ers from 7 Mile to the motherf**in Belle Isle Bridge (Chorus) (Eminem) Got in his a** and now this f*ggot wanna mention me still This ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin k**ed With his chest open Tryin to throw a f**in punch, but you just chokin Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime Cause you su*k motherf**er 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 paleface k**er whale On his way to f**in prison, pistol whippin tail, ha Erik remember when I pa**ed you in the lobby that day? That sh** was obvious you probably was gay, ha Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your sh** drop While my Sales Makin records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherf**er I hit 'em up! (Proof) I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half f** the music, we got an uzi for all you f*gs Get the sh** out of our stereo, Dilated you violated Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you Iriscience get choked up and yoked up All you underground b**hes get your throats cut (Swifty) What the f**?! Is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford with his f**in guitar cord And Stuff Him in cardboard, chopped up in a box With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart D-12, Amityville, f** your mother while you watch Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherf**in 2Pac 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 to country {*laughing*} Yo, aiyyo cut this sh** off {*needle drags, beat stops*} f** him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kickin a man while he's down God damn! I quit Mention my daughter's name in a song again you f**in punk

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