Quitter

Lyrics

[Part I: Quitter] [Intro: Eminem] Yo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na) I dedicate this to you (Hahahaha, 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 [Verse 1: Eminem] 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 jumpstart 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 [Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke And I'ma 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 [Chorus: Eminem] 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 (Aight, look, listen) [Verse 3: Eminem] 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 [Outro: Eminem] 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)] [Intro: Eminem] (Kill Whitey) Ha-ha-ha (Kill Whitey) Detroit, what? What? (Kill Whitey) Yo, yo (Kill Whitey), Haha, look [Verse 1: Eminem] 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 [Chorus 1: 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 [Interlude: Eminem] Hahaha Yo, check this out You, faggots, ain't even on my level I'ma let D12 ride on you, bitch-made ass faggots [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: Kuniva & Eminem] Ha, ha, 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, ha [Chorus 2: 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 [Verse 4: Eminem] 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 [Verse 5: Proof, Eminem, Proof & Eminem] I'm from Detroit's Puritan 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 [Verse 6: Swifty McVay] 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 [Verse 7: 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 [Outro: Eminem] Yo, ayo, cut this shit off 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