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d12 - hit em up iii lyrics

aiyyo head, that’s why i f-cked your mother you fat motherf-cker!

{-beat changes to 2pac’s “hit ’em up”-}

k!ll whitey! – hahaha
k!ll whitey! – detroit! what? what?
k!ll whitey! – .. yo, yo
k!ll whitey! – haha! look

first off, f-ck your songs and the sh-t you say
diss my wife, but at least i got a b-tch, you g-y
you claim to be a muslim but you irish white
so f-ck you fat boy, drop the mic, let’s fight
plus i punch you in the chest, weak hearts i rip
whitey ford, forty and white, lethargic -ss d-ckhead
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 cd’s, n0body sees, when they released
evidence, don’t f-ck around with real mc’s
who ain’t ready for no underground beef, so f-ck geeks
i let you f-ggots know it’s on for life
but everlast might die tonight, haha
fat boy murdered on wax and k!lled
f-ck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

[hook: eminem]
grab 380’s 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 f-ggots ain’t even on my level
i’mma let d-12 ride on you b-tch-made -ss f-ggots!

[kon artis]
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 gettin his -ss floored for talkin back
little f-ggot hamburgular, i show you where the burgers are
at your own restaraunt, while i’m servin ya
drop and stomp your whole heart ’til it stops
call the cops, i’mma beat your -ss while they watch

[kuniva]
ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you erik
where’s your house of pain now? there’s only one of you erik
you a petty coward, you ain’t ready to steady go a round
with some k!llers from 7 mile to the motherf-ckin belle isle bridge

[hook]

[eminem]
got in his -ss and now this f-ggot wanna mention me still
this ain’t no freestyle battle everlast gettin k!lled
with his chest open
tryin to throw a f-ckin punch, but you just chokin
havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime
cause you suck motherf-cker you should learn to rhyme
talkin ’bout 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 k!ller whale
on his way to f-ckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha
erik remember when i p-ssed you in the lobby that day?
that sh-t was obvious you probably was g-y, ha
now it’s all about country, you gave up hip-hop
forty-nine thousand copies, the week your sh-t drop
while my sales makin records break
two and a half million scanned by the second week
motherf-cker i hit ’em up!

[proof]
i’m from detroit’s pemberton ave., where bullets tear you in half
f-ck the music, we got an uzi for all you f-gs
get the sh-t out of our stereo, dilated you violated
now you ’bout to get annihilated, we gon’ bury you
iriscience get choked up and yoked up
all you underground b-tches get your throats cut

[swifty]
what the f-ck?! is you stupid?
i choke whitey ford with his f-ckin guitar cord
and stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
with sixteen parts, i stomped on his heart
d-12, amityville, f-ck your mother while you watch
keep your restaraunt locked and block your door
cause we “hit ’em up” like motherf-ckin 2pac shakur

[eminem]
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

{-laughing-}
yo, aiyyo cut this sh-t off
{-needle drags, beat stops-}

f-ck 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 kickin a man while he’s down
god d-mn! i quit
mention my daughter’s name in a song again you f-ckin punk
aiyyo..

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