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Artist:D12
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Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Under The Influence
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:294
 
Lyrics: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 - ha ha!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two
pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped
to 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 lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin 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 mantle
Grab a knife at the
blade and stab you with the fuckin handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds,
hurtin
[Swifty] Bitch it's too late
[Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's
curtains

[Swifty]
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin, creatin
murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did
it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge
an'
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face [BLAM]
With a fifth in me, when I
guzzle Remi 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 to you, Brigade laced it
You
hidin, I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz 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 site
And even at the Million Man
March, we gon' fight

[Chorus: (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 Fenkel 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 performing?) Bitch didn't you read the
flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah 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.. [needle pops]
Lettin the record skip..
[needle pops]
Lettin the record skip.. [needle pops] (Damn!)
[DJ reverses the record and
scratches it back on beat]
I'm fuckin anything when I'm snortin
It's gonna cost 300
dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
[dog whines] 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 [gun cocks] nigga pass
that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
gats
Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash
stack
Run your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch
Shaq's
Born loser, half theif 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, cuz
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 to 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 to tell cats I sold
weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake
I'm ignorant, with the
intent to 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've 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 to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got
cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Driveby 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 niggaz runnin they funds
Used to be the type
of nigga that was foldin some one's
'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in
dough

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick
D-12..
Dirty motherfuckin Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
Bizarre
kid
Swifty McVeigh
The Kon Artis
The Kuniva
Dirty Harry
Haha, and Slim
Shady
 
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