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!