D12 - Quitter Lyrics
Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...To all my fans, keeping yall in healthLets tell this whitey ford to go ***** himselfCuz its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-inWhich I create, cuz thats 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 youIm 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 cant 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 nowhereIts the start of an era, rock raps harder this yearNo ones tryin to hear some *****in 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 careerIll punch you in your *****in chest til your heart kicks in gear***** the underground partys, names, his crewLike ima 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 againIma kill you (ima 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 againIma kill you (ima kill you)Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smokeTo the rap you wrote your *****in answer backs a jokeAnd Im gonna tell these mother*****in 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 aint notice you, *****, I had a show to doLike Im supposed to be starstruck, come over to youYou better shut your *****in 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 mother*****in 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 ***** 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 againIma kill you (ima 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 againIma kill you (ima 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, *****slap 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, ***** itHes a *****, he aint gonna hit you back, hes nothinShit, in five years, were all gonna be eating at whiteysAnd hell be busin tables in that *****, cleaning the toiletsHey yo...[eminem speaks]***** this, cut this shit off. hey yo, head.Thats why I *****ed your mother, you fat mother*****er[scratching/2 pacs hit em up]Kill whitey, hahaha kill whitey, detroit, what what!Yo, yo, look, look, kill whiteyFirst off, ***** your songs and the shit you sayDiss my wife, but at least I got a *****, you gayYou claim to be a muslum, but you irish-whiteSo ***** you, fat boy, drop the mic, lets 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 Im punchin at your chest, you need to restDialated go ask your people how I leave yaWith your three cds nobody sees, when they releasedEvidence, dont ***** around with real emceesWho aint ready for no underground beef, so ***** geeksI let you faggots know its on for lifeBut everlast might die tonight, hahaFat boy murdered on wax and killed***** 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 aint even on my level.Ima let d12 rhyme on you ***** made ass faggots![kon artis]Yo, get out the way, yo get out the way, yoWhitey fords heart just stoppedEminem shocked him back, he had another heart attackWhitey fords gettin his ass floored for talkin backLittle faggot amarillo, I show you what murders are ?At your own restuarant while Im servin yaDrop and stomp your whole heart til it stopsCall the cops, ima beat your ass while he walks [in locks? ][kuniva]Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you ericWheres your house of pain now, theres only one of you ericYou a petty coward, you aint ready to steady go aroundWith some killers from seven mile to the mother*****in 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 aint no freestyle battle, everlast gettin killedWith his chest open, tryin to throw a *****in punch, but you just chokinHavin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dimeCuz you suck mother*****er you should learn to rhymeTalkin bout you packin pistols, but its funny to meYou aint never been in trouble, you just wanna be meIm a pale faced killer whaleOn his way to *****in prison pistol whippin tail, haEric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that dayThat shit was obvious you probably was gay, haNow its 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 *****er I hit em up[d12 and eminem spit on the next few verses. proof goes first...]Im from detroits pemberton nowFour bullets tear you in half***** 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 [? ]Cires [? ] get choked up and yolked upAll you underground *****es get your throats cut[swifty]What the *****, is you stupid?I choked whitey ford with his *****in guitar cordAnd stuck him in cardboardChopped up in a box, with sixteen partsI stomped on his heart d12 havin you filled [? ]*****ed your mother while you watchKeep your restuarant locked and block your doorCuz we hit em up like mother*****in tupac shakur[eminem]You a, black jesus, heart attack seizures,Too many cheeseburgers, mcdonalds big mac greasesWhite devil, washed up honkeyMixed up cracker who crossed over the countryHaha, oh hell!Cut this shit off, shit.. ***** him.Thats it, Im done, I promise, Im done.Thats it. Im sorry. no more. Im sorry,Im sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man while hes down.God damn...i quit.Mention my daughters name in a song again, you *****ing punk. hey yo.
