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dj butter - shit on you (butter rock remix) lyrics

[dj b-tter scratches a sample]
“d-12”

[intro: eminem]
i’ll sh-t on you – da da, da da, da da
i’ll sh-t on you – da da, da da, da da
i’ll sh-t on you – da da, da da, da da
i’ll sh-t on you – da da, da da, da da
i’ll sh-t on you! i will sh-t on you
i’ll sh-t on you! girl you know, its true
i’ll sh-t on you! b-tch or man, its true
i’ll sh-t on you! i will sh-t on you

[swifty mcvay]
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 hoes duckin me
a drug thief, b-tch i’ll take your marijuana
these slugs with keep your -ss away from my corner
i drown n-ggas in hundred degree saunas
you can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!)
it’s this lyrical piranha
strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama
attack her by the legs then i pull her to the bottom
twist nothin up like a condom
slap it if you f-ckers got a problem
when i see ’em, you hoes endin up in a f-ckin mausoleum
or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold bm
pull in the garage while you screamin
keep the motor on then i’m leavin (i’ll sh-t on you!)
i’ll sh-t on you!

[hook: 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-ck about you or your car
i’ll sh-t on you!
f-ck your house, f-ck your jewelry and f-ck your watch
i’ll sh-t on you!
f-ck your wife, f-ck your kids, f-ck your family
i’ll sh-t on you!

[bizarre]
i’m a alcoholic, with the f-ckin toilet
p-ss the hotdogs (bizarre aren’t you islamic?)
b-tch shut your f-ckin mouth
i’mma keep eatin ’til richard simmons comes to my house
with a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!)
i’ll f-ck your wife, i had s-x since i met her
too busy f-ckin wit your twelve-year-old baby sitter (hahaha)
and all women ain’t sh-t – only good for cookin, cleanin
and sucking d-ck and thats it (i said it)
i was responsible for k!llin’ john candy
got jon benét ramsey in my ’98 camry
i don’t give a f-ck who you are
i’ll sh-t on anybody; truly yours the idiotic bizarre

[eminem]
my adolescent years weren’t sh-t ’til what i do now
i never grew up i was born grown, and grew down
the older i get, the dumber the sh-t, i get in
the more ignorant, the incident is, i fit in
ignorin the sh-t how borin it gets
when there’s no one to hit
i don’t know when to quit throwin a fit
i know i’m a bit flaky but they make me
its they who rapped me and say they can take me
it’s they who legs i brake and make achy
it’s they who mistake me and make me so angry
(i’ll sh-t on you!) i’ll spit on you
start p-ssin and do the opposite on you
you weren’t listenin, i said i’ll cop a squat on you
start spillin my guts like chicken cordon blew and
straight sh-t like notorious b.i.g. did to that b-tch
on his skit on his last album
pull my pants downward

[hook]

[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 stainless
your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
b-tch bring it, these n-ggas that i hang with
i hang you up naked by your ankles danglin (oww, oww)
my need i stay stranglin, i don’t need your help
if you gon’ give me the p-ssy
i’ll un-loosen my belt (i’ll sh-t on you!)
i’m what your daddy’s not, your mom’s kinda c-ck
your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks
buck fifty cross your neck
floss your teck, i’ll beat you wit it across your chest

[kuniva]
yo it’s only right i jack your car keys and run
spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
for fun, when i’m drunk
i’ll run a truck through the weed house
jump out and beat ya peeps down worst than steve stout
put you in chokeholds i learned last week
from the police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
(hey, hey, hey!) i see hoes biting, y’all don’t wanna brawl
that’s like d-bo fightin’ peablo bryson (i’ll sh-t on you)
so what you hollerin and yellin about
i’ll reach in your mouth and pull your f-ckin skeleton out
n-ggas get hit wit a two piece; bling bling
wit a poisonous sting, i’m such a violent thing

[hook]

[proof]
it doesn’t show, when i choke you with shotguns
roll up on you with no guns and still pop one
i bomb like palm from your curb to your house
“please god!” the last words from your mouth
no affiliates, just dawgs and jewels
most flying death were smoging booze
all who choose to beef
i’ll bring spatulas, flip it and throw it back at ya
so bring your gat with ya, spectacular
murder manufacturer f-ck 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 a
sliced them up then ya n-ggas start to act alive
i smoke brandish right off the treetops
hang with real n-ggas pa’s, pk’s, and pete rock
ya’ll n-ggas 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 indictment
i sum it up quick so you can understand me
f-ck you, your crew, your b-tch, and your whole family

[proof talking]
ya’ll just for that, ya’ll don’t wanna f-ck with you period
a whole bunch of motherf-ckers are coming
this is just the beginning
you know what i’m saying, blow this sh-t sky wide
we want ya’ll n-ggas; we wanna take over this rap industry
you know what i’m saying

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