Yo, I this, to yo...
To all my fans, y'all in health Let's tell Whitey Ford to go fuck himself 'cause its when you cause a bad heart condition-in I create, 'cause that's my mission So close, to what we say, Because... This of fag claims that every gay
I, knew you was from the day that I met you I upset you, I get respect I bet you I'm even liked better by your neice and Now you hate Fred because leathal you Peckerwood mad his record went wood No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the Got in touch his roots, found a redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap are good!" So he picks a guitar up and he a few notes He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both Puts an album out, and rules for part of the Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old in a chair on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear So you to get scared, sit back and spark an idear Figured you can diss me to start your career I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til heart kicks in gear Fuck the partys, names, his crew Like say their names so they can be famous too
You a...
Quitter and you bitter 'cause I along And your of house of pain are gone If you about my little girl in a song again I'ma you (I'ma kill you)
You a...
Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came And days of house of pain are gone If you talk my little girl in a song again I'ma you (I'ma kill you)
Heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote your fuckin back's a joke And I'm gonna these motherfuckin fans the truth The why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I notice you, bitch, I had a show to do Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, over to you You shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2 Back in 94 opened a show for you Rocked the crowd and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and him too So you in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck now your music sucks dick Mister Mister ass kisser to get in rap Quicker but last and Everlast is a...
Quitter and you bitter 'cause I along And days of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little girl in a song I'ma you (I'ma kill you)
You a...
Quitter and you bitter 'cause I along And your days of house of pain are If you talk about my little in a song again kill you (I'ma kill you)
look... So is what we ask of our fans If you ever see Everlast, his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, IT He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, nothin Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at And be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets Hey yo...
speaks]
Fuck this, cut shit off. Hey yo, Head. That's why I fucked mother, you fat motherfucker
[Scratching/2 "Hit 'Em Up"]
Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT! Yo, Yo, look, look, Whitey
off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a muslum, but you So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass head I keep em comin while you out of breath Steady duckin while I'm at your chest, you need to rest go ask your people how I leave ya With your cds nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't fuck around with emcees Who ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for But Everlast die tonight, HAHA Fat boy murdered on wax and Fuck me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!
Grab when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal heart They shocked you back to life at the But you to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
talking...]
HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you ain't even on my level. I'ma let D12 on you bitch made ass faggots!
[Kon
Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo Whitey Ford's heart just Eminem him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin Little faggot amarillo, I show you murders are ? At your own restuarant while I'm ya Drop and stomp whole heart til it stops Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass he walks [in locks?]
Now we got the whole makin fun of you Eric Where's house of pain now, there's only one of you Eric You a petty coward, you ain't to steady go around With some killers seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge
2]
Grab 380s when you see Slim the doctor to heal your heart They you back to life at the clinic But you bout to get any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
Got on his ass and now faggot want to mention me still This ain't no battle, Everlast gettin killed With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you chokin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dime 'cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to Talkin you packin pistols, but it's funny to me You ain't never in trouble, you just wanna be me I'm a pale faced WHALE On his way to fuckin prison pistol tail, ha Eric, remember I passed you in the lobby that day That shit was you probably was gay, ha Now it's all country, you gave up hip-hop 49,000 copies, the week shit dropped While my sales making break 2 and a half million by the second week Mother I hit em up
and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Pemberton now bullets tear you in half Fuck the we got a oouzi for all you fags Get this out of my stereo YOU VIOLATED Now you to get ANNIHILATED We gon burry you, [?] Cire's [?] get choked up and up All you underground get your throats cut
What the fuck, is you I choked Whitey Ford his fuckin guitar cord And him in cardboard Chopped up in a box, sixteen parts I on his heart D12 havin you filled [?] your mother while you watch Keep your locked and block your door 'cause we hit 'em up like Tupac Shakur
You a, Jesus, heart attack seizures, Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac White Devil, washed up Mixed up cracker who crossed the country
Haha, oh hell! Cut this shit off, SHIT.. him. it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done. it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise. I believe in kicking a man while he's down. God DAMN...I quit. Mention my daughter's in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.