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SINGER: D12
SONG:Shit On You (censoured)
Eminem: (x4) I'll sh*t on you Da da da da
Eminem: I'll sh*t on you I will sh*t I'll sh*t on you Girl, you know I'll sh*t on you B**** or man I'll sh*t on you I will sh*t
Verse 1 Swifty: 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 h**s duckin me A d*** thief B**** i take your m******** These slugs will keep yo a** away from my corner I drown n****s, in 100-degree saunas You can act a fool if you wanna (b****!) It's this lyrical pirhana Strapped wit a grenade in a pool wit yo mama Attack her by the legs then i pull her to the bottom Twist the n** up like a condom Slap it if you f****s got a problem When i see em, you h**s endin up in a f***in maussoleum Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold bm Pull in the garage while you screamin Keep the motor on when i'm leavin I'll sh*t on you
Chorus: (eminem) I will sh*t on you, i don't care who you are (i'll sh*t on you) I don't give a f*** about you or your car (i'll sh*t on you) F*** your house, f*** your jewellery and f*** your watch (i'll sh*t on you) F*** your wife, f*** your kids f*** your family I'll sh*t on you
Verse 2 Bizarre: I'm a clcoholic, with the f***in toilet Pass the hot dogs (em: bizarre, aren't you islamic?) B****, shut your f***in mouth I'ma keep eatin til richard simmons comes to my house Wit a chainsaw to cut me out My f***in wifes mad, i haven't sex since i met her To busy f***in a [12] year old babysitter And all women ain't sh*t Only good for cookin, cleanin, suckin d*** And that's it I'm responsible for killin john candy Got jonbenet ramsey in my 98 camry I don't give a f*** who you are I sh*t on anybody Truly yours, the idiotic bizarre
Eminem: My adolescent years weren't sh*t to what i do now I never grew up, i was born grown, i grew down The older i get, the dumber the sh*t i gettin The more ignorant, the incident is i fit in Ignorin the sh*t, how boring it gets When there's no one to hit I don't know when to quit throwin a fit (no) I know i'm a bit flaky but they make me It's they who raised me, say they can can take me (c'mon) It's they who legs i brake and make achy It's they who mistake me, make me so angry (i'll sh*t on you) I spit on you Start p*****, then do the opposite in you You weren't listenin: i said i cop a squat on you And start spillin, my g**s like chicken gordon bleu And straight sh*t like nutorious b.i.g did to that b**** On his skit on his last album Pull my pants downward (i'll sh*t on you)
Chorus
Verse 3 Kon artis: Is richard pryor still alive? If not i'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless You b****stains all over this steel god dang it B**** brangit, these n****s that i hang wit'll hang you up naked by your ankles d****in My needa stays s*****in, i don't need your help If you gon give me the p**** i unloosen my belt (i'll sh*t on you) I punch your daddy not, your mom's kinda cock Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her r***s Buck 50 cross yo neck Floss you check I beat you wit it cross yo chest
Kuniva: Yo, it's only right i jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on w*** and g**s for fun When i'm drunk i run a truck through the w*** house Jump out and beat you peeps sown worse than steve stout Put you in chokeholds i learned last week From the police man who caught me steelin w*** fro his jeep I see h**s bitin, you don't wanna brawl
That's like d-bo fightin peablo bryson (oh
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