Shit Can Happen Lyrics by D12

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 innocent
    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...

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