Sh*t On You lyrics

Artist  : D12 
Song : Sh*t On You



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 FEAT. EMINEM

I'll sh*t on you
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I'll sh*t on you
Da dada da
I'll sh*t on you
Da dada da
I'll sh*t on you
Da dada da
I'll sh*t on you
I will sh*t on you
I'll sh*t on you
Girl you know
I'll sh*t on you
B**** or men
I'll sh*t on you
I will sh*t on you
(Swift:)
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the
Back of record companies
(Uh huh)
Blow 'em up if they ain't wantin' me
The national guard
They scared of huntin' me
I love beef
I got your h*e duckin' me
A drug thief
B**** I'll take your marijuana
These slugs will keep
Your as* away from my corner
I drown niggaz
In hundred degree saunas
You can act if fool
If you wanna b****
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped with a grenade
In a pool with yo' mama
Attack her by the legs and
Pull her to the bottom
Twit lettin' up like a condom
Slappin' if you f***ers got a problem
When I see 'em
You h*es endin' up
In a f***in' mausoleum
Or hidden in a trunk
Of a black and gold BM
Pull in a garage
While you screamin'
Keep the motor on
And 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***
A-bout 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

(Bizarre:)
I'm an alcholic
Where's the f***in' toilet
Pass the hot dog
(Bizarre, aren't you Islamic?)
B**** shut your f***in' mouth
I'ma keep eating 'till
Richard Simmonds comes to my house
With a chainsaw to cut me out
(My house, my house)
Aw f*** your wife
I had sex since I met her
Too busy f***in' with
Your baby sitter (ha ha ha)
And all women ain't sh*t
Only good for cooking
Cleaning and sucking d*ck
And that's it
(I said it)
I'm responsible for killing John Candy
Got JonBennet Ramsey
In my '98 Camry (she's lost)
I don't give a f***
Who you are
I'll sh*t on anybody
Truly yours
The Idoitic Bizarre

(Eminem:)
My adolescent years weren't sh*t
To wait I do know
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 boring it gets
When there's no one to hit
I don't know when to
Quit throwin' a fit (nope)
I know I'm a bit flaky
But they make me
It's they who hate me and
Say they can take (c'mon)
It's they whose legs
 
I break and make achey
It's they who mistake me
Make me so angry (urgh)
I'll sh*t on you
I'll spit on you
Start pissin' and do
The opposite on you
You weren't listenin'
I said I'll cop a squad on you
Start spillin' my guts like
Chicken cordeu bleu and straight sh*t
Like Notorious BIG
Did to that b**** on the
Skit on his last album
Pull my pants down and

Repeat chorus

(Kon Artis:)
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than
He was prior to him dyin'
(What)
Born brainless
This steel ain't stainless
Your blood stains all
Over this steel god-dangit
B**** bring it
These niggaz that I hang
With'll hang u up naked
By your ankles dangling
But need I stay straight
When I don't need your help
If you won't gimmie ya pussy
I'll unloosen my belt and
(I'll sh*t on you)
I bet your daddy's not,
Your momma's kinda caught,
Your sister's chin crushed
Ya aunt supply ya rocks
Buck fifty 'cross your neck
Blow up your tech
I'll beat you across your chest

(Kuniva:)
Yo It's only right
I jack the car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements
On weed and guns
For fun when I'm drunk
I run a truck through
The weed house
Jump out and beat your peeps
Down worse than Steve Stought
Put you in choke holds
I learned last week
From the police man
Who caught me stealing weed
From his jeep
(Hey, hey, hey)
I see h*es fightin'
Y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like Deebo fightin'
Peabo Bryson (uh)
I'll sh*t on you
F*** what your
Hollerin' and yellin' about
I'll reach in your mouth and
pull your f***in' skeleton out
Niggaz get hit with a 2-Peace
Bling bling
With a poisonous thing
I'm such a violent thing

Repeat chorus

(Eminem:)
Once I get on two hits of ex
My disc slips and disconnects
'Till I walk around this b****
With a twisted neck
But still sh*t on the first b****
That disrespects
I'll sh*t on you
Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
That puts five more zany
Actin' maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets
Who pack 10 9 millimeters
5 criminals pullin' heaters and
Spillin' liters of blood like swimmin' pools
Shiesty individuals
Shoot at b****es too
A lot of people say
Misogynistic which is true
I don't deny it
Matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by
At the start of a damn riot
If you don't wanna
Get stampeded then stand quiet
(That's)
Boy girl dog woman man child

I'll sh*t on you
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