Eminem, D12 - Hit 'Em Up lyrics

"Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your
Mother you fat motherfucker"

"Kill Whitey" - (Ha ha ha)
"Kill Whitey" (Detroit! What? What?)
"Kill Whitey" (Yo, yo)
"Kill Whitey" (Haha! Look)

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, forty 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 CD's, nobody sees
When they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real
MC's
Who 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

Grab 380's 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

Hahaha, yo check
This out you faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you
Bitch made ass faots

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 restaraunt, 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

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry
Makin fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's
Only one of you Erik you a petty coward
You ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to
The motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge

Grab 380's 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

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
Tryin to 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 'bout 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 probably was gay
Ha now it's all about country
You gave up Hip-Hop
Forty-nine 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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave
Where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music
We got an 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

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 sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart
D-12, Amityville
Fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaraunt locked and
Block your door cause we "Hit 'Em Up"
Like motherfuckin 2Pac Shakur

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

Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off
Fuck him, that's it, I'm done
I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kickin a
Man while he's down god damn I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a
Song again you fuckin punk