Mr. Porter - sh** Can Happen lyrics

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Mr. Porter - sh** Can Happen lyrics

[Intro: Rondell Beene] b**h Yeah sh** can happen (8X) [Verse 1: Kon Artis] That's right motherf**ers we back Same slanging, orangatanging, 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 Deal or not, platinum or flop I still put it through you With 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 gon' see these Runyan Ave. n***as that really need some Prozac Fo' sho' that, ask the others Brigade'll lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother [Verse 2: 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 L.A. Clippers' game (b**h) I k** you in ways you couldn't even fathom (punk) You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em Who call theyself screaming about a challenge (what?) n***a we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent My sk**s are deeply embedded even your ho said it (uh-huh) She was knock kneed I f**ed her now she's bow legged In the middle of rapping I drop the mic (what?) And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping (b**h) Kuniv' and Kon Artis, my n***a we get it cracking While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing [Hook: Kon Artis] Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh sh** can happen to him and yo' a** You can be touched don't think you can't Cause n***as ain't f**in around no more man {*repeat all 2X*} [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] The feds can't hold me, I hold feds I was born with a dark a** cloud over my head Raining acid, you can't refrain from getting yo' a** kicked Cause you talk too much - you asked 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 (whattup now?) then they change stories I cut you and they thinking everything's hunky dory I even have you pouring me the gasoline for me Pulling up slowly, co*ktailing your homie You met a lot of n***as but you wouldn't wanna know me (f'real) Yo' a** might not even make it home wit your Roley 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! AAAAAH! [Verse 4: Eminem] Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting (sh**!!) Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns So when the cops come knocking each hand's got one co*ked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs One man army, guns can't harm me Young and ornery, worse than my Uncle Ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flipped at censorship Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship Ever since I spit some sh** on Infinite I've been giving it 110% Cause when I vent - most of my energy's spent on enemies 80% of what I invent is Hennessey 20% is from being hungry as sin 10's because I love being under your skin *sh*t!* Yeah! sh** can happen, so stick to rapping Quit the yapping or I'mma lift the mac and That can lead to another mishap happening Skip the crap get the can of whoop-a** cracking! [Outro Over Hook: Eminem] It can and it will (n***a, 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 with 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! All of you motherf**ers get smoked!

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