D12 - Quitter lyrics

[Eminem] Yo, I dedicate to this to you 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 condition and 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 bet you I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Peckerwood 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 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 f**ing 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**ing chest 'til your heart kicks in gear And f** your underground buddies' nameless crew Like I'mma say they names so they can be famous too [Hook X2] 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'mma k** you, I'mma k** you [Verse 2] Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your f**in' answer back's a joke And I'mma tell these motherf**in' 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 '94 Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherf**in' 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 [Hook X2] [Verse 3] Aight listen So this is what we ask of our fans 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 ho, 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 eatin' at Whitey's And he'll be bussin tables in that b**h, cleanin the toilets Aiyyo.. f** this, cut this sh** off Aiyo Head... That's why I f**ed your mother you fat motherf**er [Beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"] k** Whitey 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, 40 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 CDs Nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't f** around with real MCs You 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 Fat boy murdered on wax and k**ed f** with me and take a heart pill, you know [Hook 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 Hahaha, yo check this out You f*ggots ain't even on my level I'mma let D12 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'mma 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 [Hook 2] [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 s**, motherf**er you should learn to rhyme Talkin' about 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 Erik remember when I pa**ed you in the lobby that day That sh** was obvious you probably was gay Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop 49,000 copies the week your sh** drop While my sales making records break 2.5 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**ing 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,' heartattack 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 sorry, I promise, I'm done, I'm sorry 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 f**ing punk. Aiyo!