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Текст песни DJ Butter f D-12 - Shit On You (Rock Remix)

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DJ Butter scratches a sample"D-12"[Eminem]I`ll shit on you -- da da, da da, da daI`ll shit on you -- da da, da da, da daI`ll shit on you -- da da, da da, da daI`ll shit on you -- da da, da da, da daI`ll shit on you! I will shit on youI`ll shit on you! Girl you know, its trueI`ll shit on you! Bitch or man, its trueI`ll shit on you! I will shit on you[Swifty McVay]I remain fatter than gluttonyTapin bombs to the back of record companiesBlow `em up if they ain`t want meThe National Guard, they scared to hunt meI love beef; I got you hoes duckin meA drug thief, bitch I`ll take your marijuanaThese slugs with keep your ass away from my cornerI drown niggaz in hundred degree saunasYou can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!)It`s this lyrical piranha Strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mamaAttack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottomTwist nothin up like a condomSlap it if you fuckers got a problemWhen I see `em, you hoes endin up in a fuckin mausoleumOr hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BMPull in the garage while you screaminKeep the motor on then I`m leavin (I`ll shit on you!)I`ll shit on you![Chorus: Eminem]I will shit on you I don`t care who you areI`ll shit on you!I don`t give a fuck about you or your carI`ll shit on you!Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watchI`ll shit on you! Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your familyI`ll shit on you![Bizarre]I`m a alcoholic, with the fuckin toiletPass the hotdogs (Bizarre aren`t you Islamic?)Bitch shut your fuckin mouthI`ma keep eatin `til Richard Simmons comes to my housewith a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!)I`ll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met herToo busy fuckin wit your twelve-year-old baby sitter (hahaha)And all women ain`t shit - only good for cookin, cleanin And sucking dick and thats it (I said it)I was responsible for killin John CandyGot Jon Benet Ramsey in my `98 CamryI don`t give a fuck who you areI`ll shit on anybody; truly yours the idiotic Bizarre[Eminem]My adolescent years weren`t shit `til what I do nowI never grew up I was born grown, and grew downThe older I get, the dumber the shit, I get inThe more ignorant, the incident is, I fit inIgnorin the shit how borin it getsWhen there`s no one to hitI don`t know when to quit throwin a fitI know I`m a bit flaky but they make meIts they who rapped me and say they can take meIt`s they who legs I brake and make achyIt`s they who mistake me and make me so angry(I`ll shit on you!) I`ll spit on you Start pissin and do the opposite on youYou weren`t listenin, I said I`ll cop a squat on youStart spillin my guts like chicken cordon blew andStraight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch On his skit on his last albumPull my pants downward[Chorus][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 stainlessYour bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-itBitch bring it, these niggas that I hang withI hang you up naked by your ankles danglin (oww, oww)My need I stay stranglin, I don`t need your helpIf you gon` give me the pussyI`ll un-loosen my belt (I`ll shit on you!)I`m what your daddy`s not, your mom`s kinda cockYour sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocksBuck fifty cross your neckFloss your teck, I`ll beat you wit it across your chest[Kuniva]Yo it`s only right I jack your car keys and runSpent all of my advancements on weed and gunsFor fun, when I`m drunk I`ll run a truck through the weed houseJump out and beat ya peeps down worst than Steve StoutPut you in chokeholds I learned last weekFrom the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep(Hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y`all don`t wanna brawlThat`s like D-Bo fightin Peablo Bryson (I`ll shit on you)So what you hollerin and yellin aboutI`ll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin skeleton outNiggas get hit wit a two piece; bling blingWit a poisonous sting, I`m such a violent thing[Chorus][Proof]It doesn`t show, when I choke you with shotgunsRoll up on you with no guns and still pop oneI bomb like palm from your curb to your house"Please God!" the last words from your mouthNo affiliates, just dawgs and jewelsMost flying death were smoging boozeAll who choose to beefI`ll bring spatulas, flip it and throw it back at yaSo bring your gat with ya, spectacularMurder manufacturer fuck 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 aSliced them up then ya niggas start to act aliveI smoke brandish right off the treetopsHang with real niggas PA`s, PK`s, and Pete RockYa`ll niggas 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 indictmentI sum it up quick so you can understand meFuck you, your crew, your bitch, and your whole family [Proof talking]Ya`ll just for that, ya`ll don`t wanna fuck with you periodA whole bunch of motherfuckers are comingthis is just the beginningYou know what I`m saying, blow this shit sky wideWe want ya`ll niggas; we wanna take over this rap industryYou know what I`m saying

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