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Shit Can Happen Lyrics - Devils Night - D-12

Bitch 

Yeah 

 

[Chorus 1: x8] 

Shit can happen 

 

[Kon Artis] 

Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo 

That's right motherfuckers we back 

Same slanging, orangatangin, wilding out on hoodrats 

They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi 

And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless, 

You niggas don't get it yet do you 

Dealing out platinum or flop I still put it through you 

Wit a luger that'll spit fire 

And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah 

You think for one second since we got a deal 

That we won't deal wit you in front of St Andrew's still? 

You gay rappers better learn that 

I won't stop until I see 'em turn back 

If you don't slow that roll you got 

You goin' see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac 

For sure that, ask the others 

But gator lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother 

 

[Kuniva] 

You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight 

Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like 

The same cat who never gave a damn about your name 

I gives a fuck about it like the next selling Clippers' game 

I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom 

You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em 

Who call they self screaming about a challenge 

Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent 

My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it 

She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow legged 

In the middle of rapping I drop the mic 

And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping 

Kuniva and Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking 

While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing 

 

[Chorus 1] 

 

[Kon Artis] 

Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 

Shit can happen in him and yo' ass 

You can be touched don't think you can't 

Cause niggas ain't fucking around no more man [Repeat: x2] 

 

[Swifty McVay] 

The feds can't hold me, I hold feds 

I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head 

Raining acid, you can't refrain from getting yo' ass kicked 

Cause you talk too much you ask for it 

I'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore me 

They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy 

These niggas get confronted, then they change stories 

I touch you then they thinking everything is hunky dory 

I even have you pour me the gasoline for me 

Pulling up slowly, cocktailin' your homie 

You met a lot of niggas which you wouldn't want to know me 

Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your rollie 

Don't even try, in your system like e coli 

Trying to beef with me, nigga please yo' people die 

I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally 

I survived the abortion immediately, surprise! ah! 

 

[Eminem] 

Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting 

Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns 

So when the cops come knocking each hand's got one 

Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts 

One man army, guns can't harm me 

Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie 

Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me 

I can't stop carrying out my dirty laundry 

Middle fingers flipped and censorship 

Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship 

Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite 

I been giving it a hundred and ten percent 

Cause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on enemies 

Eighty percent of what I invent is innocent 

Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin 

Ten's because I love being under your skin 

Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rapping 

Quit the yapping or I'ma lift the mack and 

That can lead to another mishap happening 

Skip the crap get the can of whoopass cracking 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Eminem] 

It can and it will (nigga) 

Fuck around with Amityville and you DIE 

Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies 

With their personalities split 

Fucking you up wit hit after hit 

Sticking you up with clip after clip 

Making you suck dick after dick 

Dirty motherfucking dozen 

The Kon Artis, motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the Kuniva 

Dirty father fucking Harry 

Putting you down in a cemetery, you get buried 

All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cocks 

We are not playing, we are not playing 

We are not bullshitting, this is not a motherfucking joke 

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