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Eminem: (x4)
I'll sh*t on you
Da da da da

Eminem:
I'll sh*t on you
I will sh*t
I'll sh*t on you
Girl, you know
I'll sh*t on you
B**** or man
I'll sh*t on you
I will sh*t

Verse 1
Swifty:
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 h**s duckin me
A d*** thief
B**** I take your m********
These slugs will keep yo a** away from my corner
I drown n****s, in 100-degree saunas
You can act a fool if you wanna (B****!)
It's this lyrical pirhana
Strapped wit a grenade in a pool wit yo mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the
bottom
Twist the n** up like a condom
Slap it if you f****s got a problem
When I see em, you h**s endin up in a f***in
maussoleum
Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM
Pull in the garage while you screamin
Keep the motor on when 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*** about 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*t on you

Verse 2
Bizarre:
I'm a clcoholic, with the f***in toilet
Pass the hot dogs (Em: Bizarre, aren't you
Islamic?)
B****, shut your f***in mouth
I'ma keep eatin til Richard Simmons comes to my
house
Wit a chainsaw to cut me out
My f***in wifes mad, I haven't sex since I met
her
To busy f***in a [12] year old babysitter
And all women ain't sh*t
Only good for cookin, cleanin, suckin d***
And that's it
I'm responsible for killin John Candy
Got Jonbenet Ramsey in my 98 camry
I don't give a f*** who you are
I sh*t on anybody
Truly yours, The Idiotic Bizarre

Eminem:
My adolescent years weren't sh*t to what I do
now
I never grew up, I was born grown, I grew down
The older I get, the dumber the sh*t I gettin
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 (no)
I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me
It's they who raised me, say they can can take me
(c'mon)
It's they who legs I brake and make achy
It's they who mistake me, make me so angry
(I'll sh*t on you)
I spit on you
Start p*****, then do the opposite in you
You weren't listenin: I said I cop a squat on
you
And start spillin, my g**s like chicken gordon
bleu
And straight sh*t like Nutorious B.I.G did to
that b****
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward
(I'll sh*t on you)

Chorus

Verse 3
Kon Artis:
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin
Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless
You b****stains all over this steel god dang it
B**** brangit, these n****s that I hang wit'll
hang you up naked by your ankles d****in
My needa stays s*****in, I don't need your help
If you gon give me the p**** I unloosen my belt
(I'll sh*t on you)
I punch your daddy not, your mom's kinda cock
Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her
r***s
Buck 50 cross yo neck
Floss you check
I beat you wit it cross yo chest

Kuniva:
Yo, it's only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on w*** and g**s for
fun
When I'm drunk I run a truck through the w***
house
Jump out and beat you peeps sown worse than Steve
Stout
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the police man who caught me steelin w***
fro his jeep
I see h**s bitin, you don't wanna brawl
That's like D-Bo fightin Peablo Bryson (oh