Eminem - Quitter lyrics

Yo, I dedicate to this to yo To all my fans, keeping y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go f** himself 'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning Which I create, cause that's my mission So, listen close to what we say Because this type of f*g claims to never be gay I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, 'cause I get respect I pet you (Boy) I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (C'mon) And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Ha, ha) 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 trying to hear some f**in' 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 idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your f**in' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (b**h) And f** your underground buddy's nameless crew Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of house of pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma k** you (I'ma k** you) You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma k** you (I'ma k** you) Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your f**in' answer back's a joke And I'ma tell these motherf**ing fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I pa**ed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you? b**h, I had a show to do! Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your f**in' mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherf**ing 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 f** cause now your music s**s dick Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a Aight listen so this is what we ask of our fans (Look) If you ever see Everlast, whoop his a** Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw sh** at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, b**h-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, f** it He's a b**h, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin' sh** in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's And he'll be bussin' tables in that b**h Cleaning the toilets Aiyyo f** this, cut this sh** off Aiyyo Head, that's why I f**ed your mother you fat motherf**er! 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 coming while you running out of breath Steady ducking while I'm punching 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! 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! 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 getting 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 Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making 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**ing Belle Isle Bridge [Unverified] Got in his a** and now this f*ggot wanna mention me still This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' 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 s** motherf**er you should learn to rhyme Talkin' 'bout you packing 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 whipping 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 making records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherf**er I hit 'em up! 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 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 restaurant locked and block your door 'Cause we hit 'em up like motherf**ing' Tupac Shakur 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 Yo, aiyyo cut this sh** off 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 kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit Mention my daughter's name in a song again you f**in' punk, aiyyo