Eminem, D12 - Quitter / Hit 'Em Up (Everlast Diss) lyrics

Yo (Na na na, na na na, na na)
I dedicate this to you (Hahaha, 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

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
Jump start 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

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

Heart attack to stroke from
The crack you smoke to the rap you wrote
Your fuckin' answer back's a joke (Please)
And I'mma 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

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'mma 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

A'ight, look (Listen)
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

Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off
Ayo, Head (Hold up a minute)
That's why I fucked your mother
You fat motherfucker


Kill Whitey (Hahaha)
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, 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

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

Hahaha yo, check this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D12 ride on you
Bitch made ass faggots

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

Haha 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

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

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, haha

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton 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

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

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, ayo cut this shit off (Ha ha ha)
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!