D12 - Under the Influence lyrics

[Hook: Eminem] Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le Chem-ne-le-eh-ne-nuf-nu-nef, ne-nish, le-le… translation So you can s** my dick if you don't like my sh** ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so s** my dick! [Verse 1: Eminem] Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young a** man with a trash can, strapped to the back Of his a** so the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin' Frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him I'm like a f**in' wasp in the hospital, lost Stingin' the f** outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the f**ing handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin' (b**h, it's too late) ‘Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains [Verse 2: Swifty] I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degrading, creating murders to k** haters Accused for every crime north of the equator They knew I did it for having blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge, and I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do sh** on purpose You never hear me say forgive me I'm snatchin every penny, it gotta be that way, n***a, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hiding, I make the president get a facelift n***as just afraid, handin' me they bracelets Chillin' in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight [Hook: Eminem] So you can s** my dick if you don't like my sh** ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so s** my dick! ‘Cause I don't give a f** if you don't like my sh** ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so s** my dick! [Verse 3: Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, setting my preacher on fire Slashing your tires, flying down Fenkell and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jacking my dick off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) b**h, didn't you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Naw, b**h, I'm retired f**ing your b**h in the a** with a tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My DJ's in a coma for letting the record skip I'm f**ing anything when I'm snortin' It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pitbull an abortion Some b**h asked for my autograph I called her a who*e, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All b**hes is hoes, even my stinkin' a** mom [Verse 4: Proof] Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that a** crack Weed laced with somethin' – n***a, pa** that! In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a Stop the Violence rally, I blast gats BMI on publishing, get your ASCAP-ped The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherf**in' pockets, ASAP I don't need a platinum chain, b**h, I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at b**h smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked And found chopped up in a trash bag [Verse 5: Kuniva] We strangling rappers until the point they can't yell ‘Cause they crew is full of f*gs and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causing more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, ‘cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth And it's polluted, I co*k it back then shoot it I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo A big Chinese n***a, screaming, "Kuniva, yo, yo!" I leave ya face leakin', run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin', take a swing at the deacon [Verse 6: Kon Artis] I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight 'til I got caught selling 'em shape I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for having s** in my tent With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water In cahoots with this n***a named Carlisle Von Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb (Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not giving me none Born straight up out a p**y but a son of a gun Got a reputation for having n***as runnin' they funds Used to be the type of n***a that was folding some ones 'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rolling in dough [Hook: Eminem] Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le Chem-ne-le-eh-ne-nuf-nu-nef, ne-nish, le-le.. translation So you can s** my dick if you don't like, my sh** ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this so s**, my dick [Outro] Ha ha! s** my mothaf**in' dick! D-12… Dirty-mothaf**in'-Dozen Nasty like a stank s*ut b**h with thirty f**in' husbands Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis The Kuniva, Dirty Harry and Slim Shady