shit on you lyrics – d12

sh*t on you

i’ll sh*t on you…da da..da da..
i’ll sh*t on you…da da..da da..
i’ll sh*t on you…da da..da da..
i’ll sh*t on you…da da..da da..
i’ll sh*t on you…i will sh*t on you
i’ll sh*t on you…girl you know
i’ll sh*t on you…b*tch or men
i’ll sh*t on you…i will sh*t on you

i remain fatter than gluttony
tapin’ bombs on the back of record companies (uh huh)
blow ’em up if they ain’t wantin’ me
the national guard- they scared of huntin’ me
i love beef- i got your hoe duckin’ me
a drug thief- b*tch i’ll take your marijuana
these slugs will keep your *ss away from my corner
i drown n*gg*z in hundred degree saunas
you can act if fool if you wanna- biatch
it’s this lyrical piranha- strapped with a grenade in a pool with yo’ mama
attack her by the legs and pull her to the bottom
twit lettin’ up like a condom
slappin’ if you f*ckas got a problem
when i see ’em- you hoes endin’ up in a f*ckin’ mausoleum
or hidden in a trunk of a black and gold bm
pull in a garage while you screamin’
keep the motor on and 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*ck a-bout you or your car- i’ll sh*t on you
f*ck your house, f*ck your jewelry and f*ck your watch- i’ll sh*t on you
f*ck your wife, f*ck your kids, f*ck your family
i’ll shhh…

i’m an alcholic- where’s the f*ckin’ toilet
p*ss the hot dog (bizarre, aren’t you islamic?)
b*tch shut your f*ckin’ mouth
i’ma keep eating ’till richard simmonds comes to my house
with a chainsaw to cut me out (my house, my house)
aww f*ck your wife- i had s*x since i met her
too busy f*ckin’ your twelve year old baby sitter (ha ha ha)
and all women ain’t sh*t
only good for cooking cleaning and sucking d*ck- and that’s it (i said it)
i’m responsible for killing john candy
got jonbennet ramsey in my ’98 camry (she’s lost)
i don’t give a f*ck who you are
i’ll sh*t on anybody
truly yours- the idoitic bizarre

my adolescent years weren’t sh*t to wait i do know
i never grew up- i was born grown and grew down
the older i get- the dumber the sh*t i get in
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 (nope)
i know i’m a bit flaky- but they make me
it’s they who hate me and say they can takee (c’mon)
it’s they whose legs i break and make achey
it’s they who mistake me make me so angry (urgh)
i’ll sh*t on you
i’ll spit on you
start p*ssin’ and do the opposite on you
you weren’t listenin’- i said i’ll cop a squad on you
start spillin’ my guts like chicken cordeu bleu and straight sh*t
like notorious big did to that b*tch on the skit on his last alb*m
pull my pants down and…


[kon artis:]
is richard pryor still alive?
if not i’m sicker than he was prior to him dyin’ (what?!)
born brainless this steel ain’t stainless
your blood stains all over this steel god-dangit
b*tch bring it!
these n*gg*z that i hang with’ll hang u up naked by your ankles dangling
but need i stay straight when i don’t need your help
if you won’t gimmie ya p*ssy i’ll unloosen my belt and (i’ll sh*t on you)
i bet your daddy’s not, your momma’s kinda caught, your sister’s chin crushed
ya aunt supply ya rocks
buck fifty ‘cross your neck
blow up your tech
i’ll beat you across your chest

yo it’s only right i jack the car keys and run
spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
for fun when i’m drunk i run a truck through the weed house
jump out and beat your peeps down worse than steve stought
put you in choke holds i learned last week from the police man
who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (hey, hey, hey!)
i see hoes fightin’ y’all don’t wanna brawl
that’s like deebo fightin’ peabo bryson (uhhh)
i’ll sh*t on you
f*ck what your hollerin’ and yellin’ about
i’ll reach in your mouth and pull your f*ckin’ skeleton out
n*gg*z get hit with a 2-peace bling bling
with a poisonous sting- i’m such a violent thing


once i get on two hits of ex my disc slips and disconnects
’till i walk around this b*tch with a twisted neck
but still sh*t on the first b*tch that disrespects
i’ll sh*t on you
over reaction is my only reaction which only sets off a chain reaction
that puts five more zany actin’ maniacs in action
a rat pack in black jackets who pack 10 9 millimeters
5 criminals pullin’ heaters and spillin’ liters of blood like swimmin’ pools
shiesty individuals shoot at b*tches too
a lot of people say misogynistic which is true
i don’t deny it- matter of fact i stand by it
so please stand by at the start of a d*mn riot
if you don’t wanna get stampeded then stand quiet (that’s)
boy girl dog woman man child

i’ll sh*t on you
da da da da

/ d12 lyrics