D12 Lyrics

Album: Devils Night

Shit Can Happen Lyrics

Bitch

 Yeah...

 

 [1] - Shit can happen [8X]

 

 [Kon Artis]

 Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo

 That's right motherfuckers we back

 Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin 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

 Dealin 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 gon see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac

 Fo' sho' that, ask the others

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

 

 [Kuniva]

 You know I'm feelin 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 sellin 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 theyself screamin about a challenge

 Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin 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 rappin I drop the mic

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

 Kuniva and Kon Artis my nigga we get it crackin

 While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin

 

 [HOOK: 1- in background]

 [Kon Artis]

 Now this aint 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

 Cuz niggas aint fuckin around no more man [repeat]

 

 [Swifty McVay]

 The feds can't hold me, I hold feds

 I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head

 Rainin acid, you can't refrain from gettin yo' ass kicked

 Cuz 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 performin at an orgy

 These niggas get confronted, then they change stories

 I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory

 I even have you pour me the gasoline for me

 Pullin up slowly, cocktailin' your homie [CRASH]

 You met alotta niggas which you wouldn't wanna know me

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

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

 Tryin 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! AAAAAH!

 

 [Eminem]

 Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin

 Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns

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

 Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs

 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 carryin 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 givin it a hundred and ten percent

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

 Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennesy

 Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin

 Ten's because I love being under your skin

 Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin

 Quit the yappin or I'ma lift the mack and

 That can lead to another mishap happenin

 Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin

 

 [HOOK]

 

 [1- continues in background]

 [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

 Fuckin you up wit hit after hit

 Stickin you up with clip after clip

 Makin you suck dick after dick

 Dirty motherfuckin dozen

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

 Dirty father fuckin Harry

 Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get buried

 All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfuckin cocks

 We are not playin, we are not playin

 We are not bullshittin, this is not a motherfuckin joke...