Ill Shit On u
Eminem
(Miscellaneous Lyrics)
Ill Shit On You
Da da, da da, da da
Ill Shit On You
I will Shit On You
Ill Shit On You
Girl you know its true
Ill Shit On You
Bitch or man
Ill Shit On You
I will Shit On You
I remain fatter than gluttony
Taping bombs to the back of record companies
Blow them up if they aint want me
The National Guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef; I got you hoes duckin me
A drug thief, bitch Ill take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if you wanna (bitch)
Its this lyrical piranha
Strapped with a grenade, in the pool with your mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see them, you hoes ending up in a fuckin mausoleum
Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM
Pull in the garage while you screamin
Keep the motor on then Im leaving (Ill Shit On You!)
Ill shit on you!
Chorus: Eminem
I will shit on you I dont care who you are
(Ill Shit On You!)
I dont give a fuck about you or your car
(Ill Shit On You!)
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
(Ill Shit On You!)
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
(Ill Shit On You!)
Im a alcoholic with the fucking toilet
Pass the hot dogs (Bizarre arent you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fucking mouth
Ima keep eating till Richard Simmons comes to my house
with a chain saw to cut me out
Ill fuck your wife
I had sex since I met her
Im to busy fucking, your 12 year old baby sitter
And all women aint shit
Only good for cooking, cleaning
and sucking dick and thats it (I said it)
I was responsible for killing John Candy
I got Jonbenet Ramsey in my Ninety Eight Camry
I dont give a fuck who you are
Ill shit on anybody
Truly yours the idiotic Bizarre
My adolescent years werent shit till what I do now
I never grew up I was born grown, and grew down
The older I get, the dumber the shit, I get in
The more ignorant, the incident, is I fit in
Ignoring the shit how boring it gets
When theres no one to hit
I dont know when to quit throwing a fit
I know Im a bit flaky but they make me
Its they who raised me and say the can take me
Its they who legs I brake and make achy
Its they who mistake me and make me so angry
(Ill Shit On You!) Ill spit on you
Start pissing and do the opposite on you
You werent listening, I said Ill cop a squat on you
Start spilling my guts like chicken cordon blew and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
on his skit on his last album
Pull my pants down and..
Chorus
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not Im sicker than he was prior to him dying (what?)
Born brainless, this steel aint stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with
Will hang you up naked by your ankles dangling
My need I stay strangling
I dont need your help
If you gon give me the pussy
Ill un-loosen my belt (Ill Shit On You!)
Ill punch your daddy not, your moms kinda cock
Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks
Buck fifty cross your neck
Floss your teck, Ill beat you with it across your chest
Its only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my ad cements on weed and guns
For fun, when Im drunk
Ill run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat your peeps down worst than Steve Stout
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
(Hey, hey, hey!)
I see hoes biting, yall dont wanna brawl
Thats like D-Bo fightin Peablo Bryson (Ill Shit On You)
So what you hollering and yelling about
Ill reach in your mouth and pull your fucking skeleton out
Niggas get hit with a two piece, "Bling Bling"
With a poisonous sting
Im such a violent thing
Once I get on two, hits of X
My disk slips and disconnects
Till I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects
(Cmon, Ill Shit On You!)
Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
and puts five more zainiac than maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten
Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
and spilling liters of blood like swimming pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too {*Bullets spray*}
A lot of people say misoginistic which is true
I cant deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you dont wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy girl dog woman man child
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