Quitter Lyrics - Singles - D-12

Yo, I dedicate this, to yo... 

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health 

Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself 

'cause its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in 

Which I create, 'cause that's my mission 

So listen close, to what we say, Because... 

This type of fag claims that every gay 

I, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you 

I upset you, 'cause I get respect I bet you 

I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew 

Now you hate Fred because leathal left you 

Peckerwood mad 'cause his record went wood 

No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods 

Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood 

And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!" 

So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes 

He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both 

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 idear 

Figured you can diss me to jump start your career 

I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear 

Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew 

Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous too 

[Chorus] 

You just a... 

Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along 

And your days of house of pain are gone 

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 your days of house of pain are gone 

If you talk about my little girl in a song again 

I'ma kill you (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 

And I'm gonna 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 starstruck, come over to you 

You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2 

Back in 94 limp opened a 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 

Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap 

Quicker but never last and Everlast is a... 

Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along 

And your days of house of pain are gone 

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 your days of house of pain are gone 

If you talk about my little girl in a song again 

I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) 

Aiight look... 

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, bitchslap him 

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp 

Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken 

Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT 

He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin 

Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's 

And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets 

Hey yo... 

[Eminem speaks] 

Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head. 

That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker 

[Scratching/2 Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"] 

Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Kill Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT! 

Yo, Yo, look, look, Kill Whitey 

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 muslum, but you Irish-White 

So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight 

Plus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip 

Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick head 

I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath 

Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest 

Dialated go ask your people how I leave ya 

With your three cds nobody sees, when they released 

Evidence, don't fuck around with real emcees 

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! 

[Eminem/Chorus] 

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 

[Eminem talking...] 

HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you faggots ain't even on my level. 

I'ma let D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots! 

[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 amarillo, I show you what murders are ? 

At your own restuarant while I'm servin ya 

Drop and stomp your whole heart til it stops 

Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while he walks [in locks?] 

[Kuniva] 

Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Eric 

Where's your house of pain now, there's only one of you Eric 

You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around 

With some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge 

[Eminem/Chorus 2] 

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 

[Eminem] 

Got on his ass and now this faggot want to 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 white 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 pale faced killer WHALE 

On his way to fuckin prison pistol whippin tail, ha 

Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day 

That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha 

Now it's all bout country, you gave up hip-hop 

49,000 copies, the week your shit dropped 

While my sales making records break 

2 and a half million scanned by the second week 

Mother fucker I hit em up 

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...] 

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton now 

Four bullets tear you in half 

Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fags 

Get this shit out of my stereo 

DIALATED YOU VIOLATED 

Now you bout to get ANNIHILATED 

We gon burry you, Harris [?] 

Cire's [?] get choked up and yolked up 

All you underground bitches get your throats cut 

[Swifty] 

What the fuck, is you stupid? 

I choked Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord 

And stuck him in cardboard 

Chopped up in a box, with sixteen parts 

I stomped on his heart D12 havin you filled [?] 

Fucked your mother while you watch 

Keep your restuarant locked and block your door 

'cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur 

[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 the country 

Haha, oh hell! 

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 kicking a man while he's down. 

God DAMN...I quit. 

Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.