Yo, I to this to yo
To all my fans, keeping in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning Which I create, cause that's my So, close to what we say Because type of fag claims to never be gay
I knew you was jealous from the day I met you I you, 'cause I get respect I pet you (Boy) I'm liked better by your niece and nephew (C'mon) And now you Fred because Lethal left you
Pecker wood mad cause his went wood No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his And said, "Heck, western rap records are good"
So he picks the up and he strums a few notes He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Ha, ha) Puts an album out and rules for of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's this year No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a Sittin' on stage, strummin' guitar in your ear So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an
Figure you can diss me to jump start career I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in (Bitch) And fuck your underground buddy's nameless Like I'ma say they names so can be famous too
You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along And the days of of pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a again I'ma you (I'ma you)
You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came And the days of House of Pain are And if you talk about my little girl in a song kill you (I'ma you)
Yo heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your answer back's a joke And I'ma tell these motherfucking the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I you
You said I passed you in a and I glanced at you Like I ain't you? Bitch, I had a show to do! I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you
in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd and stole the whole show from you Took motherfucking DJ and stole him too So, you fall in a slump and get all
So, now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings as fuck cause now your music sucks dick Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap but never last, and Everlast is a
Aight listen so this is what we ask of our (Look) If you ever see Everlast, his ass Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, him
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it to do it, fuck it He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'
Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch Cleaning the Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off
Aiyyo Head, that's why I your mother you fat motherfucker!
Hit 'Em Up Whitey! Hahaha Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? Whitey! Yo, yo Kill Whitey! Haha!
First off, fuck songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay You to be a Muslim but you Irish White So fuck you fat boy, the mic, let's fight
I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, forty and white, ass dickhead I keep 'em coming while you running out of Steady ducking while I'm at your chest, you need to rest
Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released Evidence, fuck around with real MC's Who ain't for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know on for life But Everlast might die tonight, Fat boy murdered on wax and Fuck me and take a heart pill, you know!
Grab when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal heart They shocked you to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get any minute Honkey, I hit 'em up!
Hahaha, yo check out You faggots ain't even on my I'ma let D-12 ride on you ass faggots!
Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Whitey Ford's heart stopped Eminem him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin
Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you the burgers are At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya Drop and stomp your heart 'til it stops Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they
Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik Where's your of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round With some killers 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge
Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open Tryin' to a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin' Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime
'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to Talkin' 'bout you pistols but it's funny to me You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me I'm a paleface killer
On his way to fuckin' prison, whipping tail, ha Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby day? That shit was obvious you was gay, ha Now it's all country, you gave up Hip-Hop
Forty-nine thousand copies, the your shit drop my sales making records break Two and a half million scanned by the week I hit 'em up!
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags Get the out of our stereo, dilated you violated Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you Iriscience get up and yoked up All you underground bitches get throats cut
What the fuck? Is you I choke Whitey Ford with his guitar cord And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box With sixteen parts, I stomped on his
D-12, Amityville, fuck your while you watch Keep restaurant locked and block your door 'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac You a, "Black Jesus," heart seizures
Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases White devil, washed up Mixed up who crossed over to country Yo, aiyyo cut shit off
Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, it I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I I just believe in kicking a man he's down goddamn, I quit Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo