Текст песни D-12 - Quitter, слова песни D-12

Текст песни D-12 - Quitter

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Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...To all my fans, keeping y`all in healthLet`s tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himselfCuz its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-inWhich I create, cuz that`s my missionSo listen close, to what we say, Because...This type of fag claims that every gayI, knew you was jealous from the day that I met youI upset you, cuz I get respect I bet youI`m even liked better by your neice and nephewNow you hate Fred because leathal left youPeckerwood mad cuz his record went woodNo respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woodsGot in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his bloodAnd said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!"So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notesHe can`t rap, or sing, but he wants to do bothPuts an album out, and rules for part of the yearThen Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhereIt`s the start of an era, rock rap`s harder this yearNo one`s tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chairSittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your earSo you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idearFigured you can diss me to jump start your careerI`ll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gearFuck the underground partys, names, his crewLike I`ma say their names so they can be famous too[Chorus]You just a...Quitter and you bitter cuz I came alongAnd your days of house of pain are goneIf you talk about my little girl in a song againI`ma kill you (I`ma kill you)You just a...Quitter and you bitter cuz I came alongAnd your days of house of pain are goneIf you talk about my little girl in a song againI`ma kill you (I`ma kill you)Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smokeTo the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back`s a jokeAnd I`m gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the truthThe reason why you dissed me first and I answered youYou said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at youLike I ain`t notice you, bitch, I had a show to doLike I`m supposed to be starstruck, come over to youYou better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2Back in 94 limp opened a show for youRocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from youTook your motherfuckin DJ and stole him tooSo you fall in a slump and get all emotionalSo now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck stringsConfused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dickMister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rapQuicker but never last and Everlast is a...Quitter and you bitter cuz I came alongAnd your days of house of pain are goneIf you talk about my little girl in a song againI`ma kill you (I`ma kill you)You just a...Quitter and you bitter cuz I came alongAnd your days of house of pain are goneIf you talk about my little girl in a song againI`ma kill you (I`ma kill you)Aiight look...So this is what we ask of our fansIf you ever see Everlast, whoop his assHit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at himKick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap himDo it for me, do it for Fred, do it for LimpDo it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for KenDo it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK ITHe`s a bitch, he ain`t gonna hit you back, he`s nothinShit, in five years, we`re all gonna be eating at Whitey`sAnd he`ll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toiletsHey yo...[Eminem speaks]Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head. That`s why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker[Scratching/2 Pac`s "Hit `Em Up"]Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Kill Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!Yo, Yo, look, look, Kill WhiteyFirst off, fuck your songs and the shit you sayDiss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gayYou claim to be a muslum, but you Irish-WhiteSo fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let`s fightPlus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I ripWhitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick headI keep em comin while you runnin out of breathSteady duckin while I`m punchin at your chest, you need to restDialated go ask your people how I leave yaWith your three cds nobody sees, when they releasedEvidence, don`t fuck around with real emceesWho ain`t ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeksI let you faggots know it`s on for lifeBut Everlast might die tonight, HAHAFat boy murdered on wax and killedFuck with me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW![Eminem/Chorus]Grab 380s when you see Slim ShadyCall the doctor to heal your heartThey shocked you back to life at the clinicBut 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, yoWhitey Ford`s heart just stoppedEminem shocked him back, he had another heart attackWhitey Ford`s gettin his ass floored for talkin backLittle faggot amarillo, I show you what murders are ?At your own restuarant while I`m servin yaDrop and stomp your whole heart til it stopsCall the cops, I`ma beat your ass while he walks [in locks?][Kuniva]Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you EricWhere`s your house of pain now, there`s only one of you EricYou a petty coward, you ain`t ready to steady go aroundWith some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge[Eminem/Chorus 2]Grab 380s when you see Slim ShadyCall the doctor to heal your heartThey shocked you back to life at the clinicBut 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 stillThis ain`t no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killedWith his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokinHavin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dimeCuz you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhymeTalkin bout you packin pistols, but it`s funny to meYou ain`t never been in trouble, you just wanna be meI`m a pale faced killer WHALEOn his way to fuckin prison pistol whippin tail, haEric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that dayThat shit was obvious you probably was gay, haNow it`s all bout country, you gave up hip-hop49,000 copies, the week your shit droppedWhile my sales making records break2 and a half million scanned by the second weekMother fucker I hit em up[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]I`m from Detroit`s Pemberton nowFour bullets tear you in halfFuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fagsGet this shit out of my stereoDIALATED YOU VIOLATEDNow you bout to get ANNIHILATEDWe gon burry you, Harris [?]Cire`s [?] get choked up and yolked upAll you underground bitches get your throats cut[Swifty]What the fuck, is you stupid?I choked Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cordAnd stuck him in cardboardChopped up in a box, with sixteen partsI stomped on his heart D12 havin you filled [?]Fucked your mother while you watchKeep your restuarant locked and block your doorCuz we hit `em up like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur[Eminem]You a, black Jesus, heart attack seizures,Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald`s Big Mac GreasesWhite Devil, washed up honkeyMixed up cracker who crossed over the countryHaha, 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.

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