To all my fans, keeping y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself Cuz its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in Which I create, cuz that's my mission So listen close, to what we say, Because... This type of fag claims that every gay I, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew Now you hate Fred because leathal left you Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!" So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both 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 tryin to hear some fuckin 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 idear Figured you can diss me to jump start your career I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous too
[Chorus]
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along And your days of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along And your days of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2 Back in 94 limp opened a show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin 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 fuck cuz now your music sucks dick Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap Quicker but never last and Everlast is a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along And your days of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
You just a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along And your days of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
Aiight look... So this is what we ask of our fans If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets Hey yo...
[Eminem speaks]
Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head. That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker
First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a muslum, but you Irish-White So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight Plus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick head I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest Dialated go ask your people how I leave ya With your three cds nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't fuck around with real emcees Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for life But Everlast might die tonight, HAHA Fat boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!
[Eminem/Chorus]
Grab 380s 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
[Eminem talking...]
HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you faggots ain't even on my level. I'ma let D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots!
[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 ass floored for talkin back Little faggot amarillo, I show you what murders are ? At your own restuarant while I'm servin ya Drop and stomp your whole heart til it stops Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while he walks [in locks?]
[Kuniva]
Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Eric Where's your house of pain now, there's only one of you Eric You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around With some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin Bell Isle Bridge
[Eminem/Chorus 2]
Grab 380s 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
[Eminem]
Got on his ass and now this faggot want to mention me still This ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killed With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dime Cuz you suck motherfucker 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 pale faced killer WHALE On his way to fuckin prison pistol whippin tail, ha Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha Now it's all bout country, you gave up hip-hop 49,000 copies, the week your shit dropped While my sales making records break 2 and a half million scanned by the second week Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton now Four bullets tear you in half Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fags Get this shit out of my stereo DIALATED YOU VIOLATED Now you bout to get ANNIHILATED We gon burry you, Harris [?] Cire's [?] get choked up and yolked up All you underground bitches get your throats cut
[Swifty]
What the fuck, is you stupid? I choked Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord And stuck him in cardboard Chopped up in a box, with sixteen parts I stomped on his heart D12 havin you filled [?] Fucked your mother while you watch Keep your restuarant locked and block your door Cuz we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac 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 the country
Haha, oh hell! Cut this shit off, SHIT.. fuck him. That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done. That's it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man while he's down. God DAMN...I quit. Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
