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