Shit On You (Rock Remix)

[Eminem]

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

[Swifty McVay]

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 niggaz 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!

[Chorus: Eminem]

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!

[Bizarre]

I'm a alcoholic, with the fuckin toilet

Pass the hotdogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?)

Bitch shut your fuckin mouth

I'ma 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 (hahaha)

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

And sucking dick and thats 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

[Eminem]

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

It's they who legs I brake and make achy

It's 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

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]

Is Richard Pryor still alive?

If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dying (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 (oww, oww)

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

[Kuniva]

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 chokeholds 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

[Chorus]

[Proof]

It doesn't show, when I choke you with shotguns

Roll up on you with no guns and still pop one

I bomb like palm from your curb to your house

"Please God!" the last words from your mouth

No affiliates, just dawgs and jewels

Most flying death were smoging booze

All who choose to beef

I'll bring spatulas, flip it and throw it back at ya

So bring your gat with ya, spectacular

Murder manufacturer fuck immacular

Only the heathens talk when I try to get to flatten ya

Hop in an Acura, roll up on who got your back in a

Sliced them up then ya niggas start to act alive

I smoke brandish right off the treetops

Hang with real niggas PA's, PK's, and Pete Rock

Ya'll niggas in pre-op, spill blood on Reeboks

Don't discriminate blasted wookies on the Ewok

Ya'll street forces survive just for excitement

Like if you was if you never heard of indictment

I sum it up quick so you can understand me

Fuck you, your crew, your bitch, and your whole family

[Proof talking]

Ya'll just for that, ya'll don't wanna fuck with you period

A whole bunch of motherfuckers are coming

this is just the beginning

You know what I'm saying, blow this shit sky wide

We want ya'll niggas; we wanna take over this rap industry

You know what I'm saying