DJ Butter - sh** On You (Butter Rock Remix) lyrics

[DJ bu*ter scratches a sample] "D-12" [Intro: Eminem] I'll sh** on you - da da, da da, da da I'll sh** on you - da da, da da, da da I'll sh** on you - da da, da da, da da I'll sh** on you - da da, da da, da da I'll sh** on you! I will sh** on you I'll sh** on you! Girl you know, its true I'll sh** on you! b**h or man, its true I'll sh** on you! I will sh** on you [Swifty McVay] I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin bombs to the back of record companies Blow 'em up if they ain't want me The National Guard, they scared to hunt me I love beef; I got you hoes duckin me A drug thief, b**h I'll take your marijuana These slugs with keep your a** away from my corner I drown n***as in hundred degree saunas You can act a fool if ya wanna (b*atch!) It's this lyrical piranha Strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom Twist nothin up like a condom Slap it if you f**ers got a problem When I see 'em, you hoes endin up in a f**in mausoleum Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM Pull in the garage while you screamin Keep the motor on then I'm leavin (I'll sh** on you!) I'll sh** on you! [Hook: Eminem] I will sh** on you I don't care who you are I'll sh** on you! I don't give a f** about you or your car I'll sh** on you! f** your house, f** your j**elry and f** your watch I'll sh** on you! f** your wife, f** your kids, f** your family I'll sh** on you! [Bizarre] I'm a alcoholic, with the f**in toilet Pa** the hotdogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?) b**h shut your f**in mouth I'mma keep eatin 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house With a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!) I'll f** your wife, I had s** since I met her Too busy f**in wit your twelve-year-old baby sitter (hahaha) And all women ain't sh** - only good for cookin, cleanin And s**ing dick and thats it (I said it) I was responsible for k**in' John Candy Got Jon Benét Ramsey in my '98 Camry I don't give a f** who you are I'll sh** on anybody; truly yours the idiotic Bizarre [Eminem] My adolescent years weren't sh** 'til what I do now I never grew up I was born grown, and grew down The older I get, the dumber the sh**, I get in The more ignorant, the incident is, I fit in Ignorin the sh** how borin it gets When there's no one to hit I don't know when to quit throwin a fit I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me Its they who rapped me and say they can take me It's they who legs I brake and make achy It's they who mistake me and make me so angry (I'll sh** on you!) I'll spit on you Start pissin and do the opposite on you You weren't listenin, I said I'll cop a squat on you Start spillin my guts like chicken cordon blew and Straight sh** like Notorious B.I.G. did to that b**h On his skit on his last album Pull my pants downward [Hook] [Kon Artis] Is Richard Pryor still alive? If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dying (what?) Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it b**h bring it, these n***as that I hang with I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin (oww, oww) My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help If you gon' give me the p**y I'll un-loosen my belt (I'll sh** on you!) I'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda co*k Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks Buck fifty cross your neck Floss your teck, I'll beat you wit it across your chest [Kuniva] Yo it's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when I'm drunk I'll run a truck through the weed house Jump out and beat ya peeps down worst than Steve Stout Put you in chokeholds I learned last week From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (Hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl That's like D-Bo fightin' Peablo Bryson (I'll sh** on you) So what you hollerin and yellin about I'll reach in your mouth and pull your f**in skeleton out n***as get hit wit a two piece; bling bling Wit a poisonous sting, I'm such a violent thing [Hook] [Proof] It doesn't show, when I choke you with shotguns Roll up on you with no guns and still pop one I bomb like palm from your curb to your house "Please God!" the last words from your mouth No affiliates, just dawgs and j**els Most flying d**h were smoging booze All who choose to beef I'll bring spatulas, flip it and throw it back at ya So bring your gat with ya, spectacular Murder manufacturer f** immacular Only the heathens talk when I try to get to flatten ya Hop in an Acura, roll up on who got your back in a Sliced them up then ya n***as start to act alive I smoke brandish right off the treetops Hang with real n***as PA's, PK's, and Pete Rock Ya'll n***as in pre-op, spill blood on Reeboks Don't discriminate blasted Wookies on the Ewok Ya'll street forces survive just for excitement Like if you was if you never heard of indictment I sum it up quick so you can understand me f** you, your crew, your b**h, and your whole family [Proof talking] Ya'll just for that, ya'll don't wanna f** with you period A whole bunch of motherf**ers are coming This is just the beginning You know what I'm saying, blow this sh** sky wide We want ya'll n***as; we wanna take over this rap industry You know what I'm saying