D12 other songs:

 

Fame (Going Crazy) lyrics -

[Eminem:]

Ayo, I know it's been a minute, but we're back

It's the return of the Dozen motherfuckers, let's go!

Fame

I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh

I'm gettin' lost in this game

I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh

Keep speakin' my name

And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah

It's like you don't want me to win

So this time I'm goin' in

[Swifty:]

This the life of a rocker, Jägermeister and vodka

Hopping off of the club's balcony into the crowd, surfing

And when they drop me I'm randomly socking fans

Doin' my interviews in hockey masks, slapped a journalist on her ass

I'm high off speed, driving my car at high speed

Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E

I'm in the studio ign'ant, my engineer gon' call police

I feel asleep on the sound board, ain't did a song for weeks (What?)

LSD be all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead

Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed

I'm kickin' 'em out naked and it's December

Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it, I can't remember

[Eminem:]

Fame

I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh

I'm gettin' lost in this game

I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh

Keep speakin' my name

And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah

It's like you don't want me to win

So this time I'm goin' in

[Kuniva:]

Them boys are wylin', drinkin', cussin' and hyper smilin'

Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island

Henny, Jack Daniels, spray paintin' a die hard fan

Little Cocker Spaniel fresh outta the damn zoo

Man, you better be cautious, I'm backstage

Livin' it up with a couple of sluts feeling nauseous

From drinkin', it's been a couple of days since I've slept

My dick is sore from fuckin', when I bust there's nothing left, just dust

Back on the stage, gimme my microphone

Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs

Our label presented us with a plaque

Brought it on stage and bash it to pieces with aluminium bats, thanks!

Now which one of you bitches down for the cause?

Yeah, I said my dick is sore, but I ain't say shit about my balls

(Last call) Then we off to the next city

Whatever I didn't drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me

[Eminem:]

Fame

I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh

I'm gettin' lost in this game

I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh

Keep speakin' my name

And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah

It's like you don't want me to win

So this time I'm goin' in

Yeah, this game has got me goin' crazy

Fuck it, I am crazy, what's new?

What kind of fuckin' glue you think I'd be if I was glue?

We lost Proof, he was our group's glue but where was you

When we were falling apart? You were shittin' on us too

But no one but us knew we were beefing 'cause that's what happens

When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew 'cause it's just crew

But we're back now, yeah, we took our time but in one crew

Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you

And we're back to say shit you don't got the guts or the nuts too

Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you

Achoo, bless you, I'm allergic to pussy

Sluts too, yeah, you think you're the shit 'til we flush you

Had some bullshit to readjust to

Now there's just a few of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our just due

So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof, this one's for you homies, we love you

But we can't stop now, we done had too much of our blood drew from this

Fame

I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh

I'm gettin' lost in this game

I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh

Keep speakin' my name

And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah

It's like you don't want me to win

So this time I'm goin' in

[DJ Young Mase:]

It's the Return of the Dozen Volume Number Two. I go by the name of DJ Young Mase. Welcome back. Swifty McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva, Bizarre, Marshall Mathers, Big Proof the mayor forever, and Fuzz Scoota. Let's go!

[Sample - Gunnery Sergeant Hartman (R. Lee Ermey):]

"You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! Now get up! Get on your feet!"

Quitter / Hit 'em Up (Everlast Diss) lyrics - D12

[Part I: Quitter]

[Eminem:]

Yo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na)

I dedicate this to you (Hahaha, yo)

To all my fans, keepin' 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 (What?)

I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (C'mon)

And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you (Aw)

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 (Haha)

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 tryin' to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair

Sittin' on stage, strummin' 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 fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (Bitch)

And fuck your underground buddies' nameless crew

Like I'ma 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'ma kill you, I'ma 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'ma kill you, I swear to God, I'ma kill you

Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke

To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke (Please)

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'ma 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'ma kill you, I swear to God, I'ma kill you

A'ight, look (Listen)

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 nothin'

Shit, in five years we'll all be eatin' at Whitey's

And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch, cleanin' the toilets

Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off

Ayo, Head (Hold up a minute)

That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker

[Part II: Hit 'Em Up (Remix)]

[Eminem:]

Kill Whitey (Hahaha!)

Kill Whitey, Detroit (What? What?)

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'ma let D12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots

[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 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'ma beat your ass while they watch

[Kuniva:]

Haha

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 around

With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin' Belle Isle Bridge

[Eminem:]

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

Tryna throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'

Havin' 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

Ha, Erik, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?

That shit was obvious, you pro'bly was gay

Ha, now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop

49 thousand copies the week your shit drop

While my sales makin' records break

Two and a half million scanned by the second week

Motherfucker, I hit 'em up, haha

[Proof (Eminem) {Both}:]

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave. where bullets tear you in half (Haha)

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}

Iriscience get choked up and yoked up

All you underground bitches, get your throats cut

[Swifty:]

What the fuck, is you stupid?

I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord

And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box

With 16 parts, I stomped on his heart

D12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch

Keep your restaurant locked and block your door

'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac 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

Yo, ayo cut this shit off (Hahaha)

Shit! Fuck him!

That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done

That's it, I'm sorry (No more)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise

I just believe in kickin' a man while he's down

Goddamn! I quit!

Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fuckin' punk

Ayo!

Whether Or Not (Freestyle) lyrics - D12

[Eminem:]

Whether you rap or you don't rap

Duck 'fore you get rushed

Get stuck fucking with us

'Cause....

We don't give a fuck

[Kon Artis:]

Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?

Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh?

Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take

Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break

Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line

And collect bank from every weed spot like I'm one time

I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone to hit anything at any given night

Fuck leaving my roots, I'm still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut

Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse

With a coach purse screaming his throat hurts

[Bizarre:]

On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street

I speed with my dad's name on my ass cheek

Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun

Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son

All you groupies that wanna get took

You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book

And anyone else who wanna get fucked, 'cause

(Yeah bitch, oh shit!)

[Eminem:]

Whether you rap or you don't rap

Duck 'fore you get rushed

Get stuck fucking with us

'Cause....

We don't give a fuck

We interrupt your little world of perfectness

To bring you the shit to murder conservatives with

To curse and diss, with verses so merciless

These words can just fuck up your high worse than this

[*police sirens*]

I've killed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness

I'm a wildebeest, and I've concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police

You think just because I got caught by these cops once

I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns

So many damn murders I can't even count one

Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums

I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them

12-gauge dumps in a drug-fueled rage, fuck age, still goin' through my "fuck-you" stage

I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'mma never grow up, bitch, I ain't gon' ever get old

I'll be sitting here with a cane and a beard

Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah

So until I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'mma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people

It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID

Kids

[Proof:]

Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously

The outcome's hot, once split your brain in three

Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the fuck you lookin' at"?

And invite the hook to scrap

I gave my life to God, nigga, then I took it back

Move it black, this fuckin' gat'll leave your cookie cracked

Detroit's derelict arrogant terrorist, straight on you aerospit

Spit at various people to leave you with a body to get buried with

Every hit was serious, niggas wanna know how murderous the Dirty Harry is

When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust

'Cause

[Eminem:]

Whether you rap or you don't rap

Duck 'fore you get rushed

Get stuck fucking with us

'Cause....

We don't give a fuck

[Swift:]

When they run into Swift they change directions

My shit so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection

You need protection, you gon' fear it

I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit

Give up the carats or see the nine

Fuckin' with mine is like Farakhan chewin' up swine, on Christmas

With a white trailer bitch on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a Uncle Tom

I attack killin', fuckin' hoes like Matt Dillon

Stackin' obituaries higher than Michael Jackson's ceiling

I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'

Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you with a fifth of gin

You got your men, but they all wearin' skirts like them niggas from Scotland, you hoes are not grim

Don't make me stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens

[Kuniva:]

I'm the one they call in to torture ya

Smackin' your bitch and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia

Kuniva's the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life, usually followed by sirens and lights

Get your throat cut by this tyrant's knife, from high as a kite

And my get-a-way driver's drivin' right

Fuckin' with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs

Wrap around niggas like Camabons, you know I ain't nothin' to play with

Thinkin' you real like The Matrix, fuckin' with niggas drippin' off self-hatred

I'm on some live shit, rappers be on some "Ready To Die" shit

'Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, fuck heaters, I'll knock you out instead of shootin'

I hit hard, break yo' fuckin' jaw like Resolution

Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brother's classroom smoked

And the substitue gagged and choked

Nigga

[Eminem:]

Whether you rap or you don't rap

Duck 'fore you get rushed

Get stuck fucking with us

'Cause....

We don't give a fuck

[Outro:]

D12, June 19th

Do 'shrooms like me

Get ready for it.

Trouble soon, baby

You know it

Tell your mama and your sister too

'Cause we fuckin' 'em