Under The Influence (feat. Eminem)

[Eminem]

Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le

Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne

(Translation)

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick, haha!

Two pills I pop, till my pupils swell up like two pennies

I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties

A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped tô the back

Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night

Fightin' with bright lightnin'

And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him

I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost

Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantel

Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle

So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'

(Bitch, it's too late)

‘Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

[Swifty]

I'm an instigator, . 380 slug penetrator

Degradin', creatin' murders tô kill haters

Accused for every crime known through the Equator

They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators

My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and

I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face

With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose

You never hear me say: Forgive me

I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it

That weed I sold tô you, Brigade laced it

You hidin', I make the president get a facelift

Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets

Chillin' in the lab, wasted, I'm the type

That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic

Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight

And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

[Eminem]

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

[Bizarre]

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire

Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers

Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired

Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire

(Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?

The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor

(Aren't you a male dancer?) No, bitch, I'm retired

Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip

My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip

Lettin' the record skip, lettin' the record skip (damn!)

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'

It's gonna cost 300 dollars tô get my pitbull an abortion

Some bitch asked for my autograph

I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed

I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam

All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom

[Proof]

Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack

Weed laced with somethin', nigga, pass that!

In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats

At a Stop the Violence rally, I blast gats

BMI on publishin', get yo' ass capped

The Kuniva divide up yo' cash stack

Run yo' motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP

I don't need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaq's

Born loser, half thief and half black

Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at

Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked

And found chopped up in a trash bag

[Kuniva]

We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell

'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales

Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace

Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums

I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle

Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you

Get executed, ‘cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth

And it's polluted, I cock it back, then shoot it

I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers

Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers

Brigade barricade tô bring the noise

While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo

A big Chinese nigga screamin': Kuniva, yo, yo!

I leave ya face leakin', run up in church

And smack the preacher while he's preachin'

Take a swing at the deacon

[Kon Artis]

I used tô tell cats that I sold weed and weight

I was straight till I got caught sellin' them shake

I'm ignorant, with the intent tô snatch your rent

I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent

With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order

I'vê been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water

In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von

Who got fired from UPS for tryin' tô send you a bomb

(Special delivery) I sign tô a local label for fun

Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run

Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son

Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none

Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun

Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they funds

Used tô be the type of nigga that was foldin' some ones

Till I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

[Eminem]

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick, haha!

Suck my motherfuckin' dick!

D12, dirty-motherfuckin'-dozen

Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands

Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis

The Kuniva, Derty Harry and Slim Shady