Shit On You Lyrics - D-12

I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da 

I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da 

I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da 

I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da 

I'll shit on you! I will shit on you 

I'll shit on you! Girl you know, its true 

I'll shit on you! Bitch or man, its true 

I'll shit on you! I will shit on you 

I remain fatter than gluttony 

Tapin' bombs to the back of record companies 

Blow 'em up if they ain't want me 

The national guard, they scared to hunt me 

I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me 

A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana 

These slugs with keep your ass away from my corner 

I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas 

You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!) 

It's this lyrical piranha 

Strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama 

Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom 

Twist nothin' up like a condom 

Slap it if you fuckers got a problem 

When I see 'em, you hoes endin' up in a fuckin' mausoleum 

Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM 

Pull in the garage while you screamin' 

Keep the motor on then I'm leavin' (I'll shit on you!) 

I'll shit on you! 

I will shit on you I don't care who you are 

I'll shit on you! 

I don't give a fuck about you or your car 

I'll shit on you! 

Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch 

I'll shit on you! 

Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family 

I'll shit on you! 

I'm a alcoholic, with the fuckin' toilet 

Pass the hot dogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?) 

Bitch shut your fuckin' mouth 

I'm a keep eatin' 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house 

With a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!) 

I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her 

Too busy fuckin' wit (your twelve year old) baby sitter (ha ha ha) 

And all women ain't shit, only good for cookin', cleanin' 

And sucking dick and that's it (I said it) 

I was responsible for killin' John Candy 

Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry 

I don't give a fuck who you are 

I'll shit on anybody; truly yours the idiotic Bizarre 

My adolescent years weren't shit 'til what I do now 

I never grew up I was born grown, and grew down 

The older I get, the dumber the shit, I get in 

The more ignorant, the incident is, I fit in 

Ignorin' the shit how borin' it gets 

When there's no one to hit 

I don't know when to quit throwin' a fit 

I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me 

Its they who rapped me and say they can take me 

Its they who legs I brake and make achy 

Its they who mistake me and make me so angry 

(I'll shit on you!) I'll spit on you 

Start pissin' and do the opposite on you 

You weren't listenin', I said I'll cop a squat on you 

Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordon blew and 

Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch 

On his skit on his last album 

Pull my pants downward 

I will shit on you I don't care who you are 

I'll shit on you! 

I don't give a fuck about you or your car 

I'll shit on you! 

Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch 

I'll shit on you! 

Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family 

I'll shit on you! 

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 bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it 

Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with 

I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow) 

My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help 

If you gon' give me the pussy 

I'll un-loosen my belt (I'll shit on you!) 

I'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda cock 

Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks 

Buck fifty cross your neck 

Floss your teck, I'll beat you wit it across your chest 

Yo it's only right I jack your car keys and run 

Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns 

For fun, when I'm drunk 

I'll run a truck through the weed house 

Jump out and beat ya peeps down worst than Steve Stout 

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 biting, y'all don't wanna brawl 

That's like D-Bo fightin' Peablo Bryson (I'll shit on you) 

So what you hollerin' and yellin' about 

I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin' skeleton out 

Niggas get hit wit a two piece; bling bling 

Wit a poisonous sting, I'm such a violent thing 

I will shit on you I don't care who you are 

I'll shit on you! 

I don't give a fuck about you or your car 

I'll shit on you! 

Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch 

I'll shit on you! 

Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family 

I'll shit on you! 

Once I get on two, hits of X 

My disk slips and disconnects 

'til I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck 

But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects 

(C'mon, I'll shit on you!) Over reaction is my only reaction 

Which only sets off a chain reaction 

And puts five more zainiac than maniacs in action 

A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten 

Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters 

And spilling liters of blood like swimmin' pools 

Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too (*bullets spray*} 

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 it before we start up a damn riot 

If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet 

Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you!) 

I will shit on you I don't care who you are 

I'll shit on you 

I don't give a fuck about you or your car 

I'll shit on you 

Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch 

I'll shit on you 

I will fuck you wife if you fuck with me 

I'll shit on you 

You heard me 

Bitch, I'll shit on you 

D-12 will shit on you 

I'll shit on you 

Your life 

Your wife 

Your kids 

Your car 

I'll shit on you 

Your house 

Your spouse 

Your rings 

Your things 

I'll shit on you 

I'll shit on you 

I'll shit on you 

I'll shit on you