#Quitter hit em up crack

Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off Ayo Head That’s why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker Aight look, so this is what we ask of our fans If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a ho, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it He’s a bitch, he ain’t gon’ hit you back, he’s nothin Shit in five years we’ll all be eatin’ at Whitey’s And he’ll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets Quitter and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I’mma kill you, I’mma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I’mma kill you, I’mma kill you Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap quicker But never last, and Everlast is a

#Quitter hit em up crack

Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your fuckin’ answer back’s a joke And I’mma tell these motherfuckin’ fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain’t notice you, bitch, I had a show to do Like I’m supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ’94 Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin’ DJ and stole him too So you fall in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick Mr.-Mr. You just a Quitter and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I’mma kill you, I’mma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I’mma kill you, I’mma kill you

I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, cause I get respect, I bet you I’m even liked better by your niece and nephew And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, «Heck, country western rap records are good» So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can’t rap, or sing, but he wants to do both Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It’s the start of an era, rock rap’s harder this year No one’s tryin to hear some fucking old fart in a chair Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your fucking chest ’til your heart kicks in gear And fuck your underground buddies’ nameless crew Like I’mma say they names so they can be famous too Yo, I dedicate to this to you To all my fans, keeping y’all in health Let’s tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself Cause it’s cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and Which I create, cause that’s my mission So listen close, to what we say Because this type of fag claims to never be gay