Everyone Has Been Shot Lyrics - D-12

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Come on hit me with my best .. 

Come on hit me with my best .. 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot. 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Verse 1 [Bizarre]: 

Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin' 

I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin' 

sick assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin' 

D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin' 

Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin 

and I'm the machine that brought Marshall back to life 

told him that my rhymes just have to be tight 

so I figured that I would grab the mic 

like a nig*a 'bout to rhyme right after Christ 

sometimes we get mad and fight, right back to the lab tonight 

grab an oath in the afterlife, that's only right 

living like a rock star is the only life 

and we are, 6 grown men, who are old friends 

my nig*a Bugz, DeShaun Holton 

all the way down, I'ma hold them, D-12 nig*a, 'till the world end 

Chours 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Verse 2 [Swifty]: 

A lotta nig*as try to underestimate me 

'till I come back with vengeance and slice their trachea 

Y'all been placed on a contract for hatin' 

I'ma waste 'em, one by one, for taintin' 

Ability to kill a facility, I'm a sinner of Satan 

fast as a child rapist facin' 

Life or trifle, Henny has made me in waitin' 

they gon' lock me up under the basement 

I'm a one man army, marine and navy 

you done made me angry 

I'm crazy, insane, and maybe 

I bite the face off your baby 

for anyone who try to diss Proof or Hailie 

I'ma break their Halo 

put 'em on the reaper's payroll, erase them and hang their soul 

it ain't no hoes here, McVay s got a scroll 

With names on it, dipped in b*ood, man I'm cold 

Chours 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Verse 3 [Kuniva]: 

I know you thought we were done, we rose up 

got a gun to make your whole inside fold up 

and hit us with the best shot and we're still standin' 

so tell the world it can lick our scrotum 

straight soldiers, who wanna stunt 

who wanna be the fall guy, who want the punt 

who wanna get fucked for lookin' at me sideways 

every time I roll up I'ma keep it b*unt 

where did y'all run when we almost lost Marshall 

y'all did it big like Costco 

and we back in this bitch like a tampon 

still fuck dirty, Em's clean like a bar o' soap 

and you were so slick, on some baffoon shit 

my hand's on a sweeper, your was on a broomstick 

stop lookin' all stupid, I'm rude and abusive 

and strapped, don't make me use it 

Chours 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Verse 4 [Eminem]: 

Aight, here's where I come in at... 

I came in this game with, bad intentions, 

and I ain't budged, not even an inch since then 

I'm stubborn, evil, and insensitive 

I'm like nothing you ever seen, pencil in 

hand, it's like I'm holding the insulin, 

so you might wanna button it like Benjamin 

I ain't frightened of nothing, I injure men 

step right in this mark with my henchmen and 

walk, straight to the stage, 

I ain't here to cause troub*e, get the fuck out my face 

fall back, little cocksucker, I ain't A&W 

don't get your cold mugs in my way 

get 'em? Shattered, fuckin' A 

been this way since B.C., what can I say? 

I'm stuck in my ways like doub*e stick tape 

don't get turned to a vegetab*e dick face 

you ain't Superman, stay in your lane, Lois 

D-12 spittin' flames like flamethrowers 

spit 'til we get sprained jaws with metaphors 

that cut with the same force as chainsaws 

hope you're coming with your A game, 

'cause things have changed in this game, isn't the same game, boys 

the stakes have been raised, better make lemonade 

when they give you lemons, if they want us, let 'em aim for us 

Chours 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best 

Come on hit me with my best