Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to this to you To all my fans, keeping y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself 'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and Which I create, 'cause that's my mission So listen close, to what we say Because this type of fag claims to never be gay I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Peckerwood mad 'cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's trying to hear some fucking old fart in a chair Sitting on stage, strumming acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career? I punch you in your fucking chest 'til your heart kicks in gear And fuck your underground buddies' nameless crew Like I'mma say they names so they can be famous too You just a Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'mma kill you, I'mma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'mma kill you, I'mma kill you Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke And I'mma tell these motherfuckin' fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you O-for-two Back in '94 Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin' DJ and stole him too So you fall in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck 'cause now your music sucks dick Mr.-Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap quicker But never last, and Everlast is a Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'mma kill you, I'mma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'mma kill you, I'mma kill you Aight look, so this is what we ask of our fans If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothing Shit, in five years we'll all be eatin' at Whitey's And he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off Ayo Head That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker Kill Whitey (Hahaha!) Kill Whitey, Detroit Kill Whitey, yo, yo Kill Whitey, haha, look First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a Muslim, but you Irish White So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight Plus, I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, 40 and white, lethargic ass dickhead I keep 'em comin' while you runnin' out of breath Steady duckin' while I'm punchin' at your chest, you need to rest Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya With your three CDs nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't fuck around with real MCs You ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for life But Everlast might die tonight, haha! Fat boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit 'em up Hahaha Yo', check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'mma let D12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots Yo, get out the way yo, get out the way yo Whitey Ford's heart just stopped Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin' back Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are At your own restaurant, while I'm servin' ya Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops Call the cops, I'mma beat your ass while they watch Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin' fun of you Erik Where's your House of Pain now? It's only one of you Erik You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin' Belle Isle Bridge Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit 'em up Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still This ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin' killed With his chest open, trying to throw a fuckin' punch But you just chokin', having a stroke And now you learn why crackers never earned a dime 'Cause you suck, motherfucker, you should learn to rhyme Talkin' about you packin' pistols, but it's funny to me You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me I'm a paleface killer whale On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whippin' tail Erik, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day? That shit was obvious, you probably was gay Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop 49,000 copies the week your shit drop While my sales making records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherfucker, I hit em up I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave where bullets tear you in half Fuck the music, we got a Uzi for all you fags Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated, you violated Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you Erik's irons get choked up and yoked up All you underground bitches get your throats cut What the fuck, is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford With his fucking guitar cord and stuff him in cardboard Chopped up in a box, with 16 parts, I stomped on his heart D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch Keep your restaurant locked and block your door 'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin 2Pac Shakur You a, Black Jesus, heart attack, seizures Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases White devil, washed-up honkey Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country Yo, ayo cut this shit off Sheeeit! Fuck him! That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done That's it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kicking a man while he's down Goddamn! I quit! Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk ayo!