Paroles de Shit on you

I'll shit on you
da da, da da, da da
(eminem)
i'll shit on you
i will shit on you
i'll shit on you
girl you know its true
i'll shit on you
bitch or man
i'll shit on you
i will shit on you
(swifty)
i remain fatter than gluttony
tapin' bombs to the back of record companies
blow them up if they ain't want me
the national guard, they scared to hunt me
i love beef; i got you hoes duckin' me
a drug thief, bitch i'll take your marijuana
these slugs with keep your ass away from my corner
i drown niggaz in hundred degree saunas
you can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!)
it's this lyrical piranha
strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama
attack her by the legs then i pull her to the bottom
twist nothin' up like a condom
slap it if you fuckers got a problem
when i see 'em, you hoes endin' up in a fuckin' mausoleum
or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold bm
pull in the garage while you screamin'
keep the motor on then i'm leavin' (i'll shit on you!)
i'll shit on you!
(chorus: eminem)
i will shit on you i don't care who you are
(i'll shit on you!)
i don't give a fuck about you or your car
(i'll shit on you!)
fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
(i'll shit on you!)
fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
(i'll shit on you!)
(bizarre)
i'm a alcoholic with the fuckin' toilet
pass the hotdogs (bizarre aren't you islamic?)
bitch shut your fuckin' mouth
i'ma keep eatin' 'till richard simmons comes to my house
with a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!)
i'll fuck your wife, i had sex since i met her
too busy fuckin' wit, your baby sitter

and all women ain't shit
only good for cookin', cleanin'
and sucking dick and that's it (i said it)
i was responsible for killin' john candy
i got jonbenet ramsey in my ninety eight camry
i don't give a fuck who you are
i'll shit on anybody
truly yours the idiotic bizarre
(eminem)
my adolescent years weren't shit 'till what i do now
i never grew up i was born grown, and grew down
the older i get, the dumber the shit, i get in
the more ignorant, the incident is, i fit in
ignorin' the shit how borin' it gets
when there's no one to hit
i don't know when to quit throwin' a fit
i know i'm a bit flaky but they make me
it's they who rapped me and say they can take me
its they who legs i brake and make achy
its they who mistake me and make me so angry
(i'll shit on you!) i'll spit on you
start pissin' and do the opposite on you
you weren't listenin', i said i'll cop a squat on you
start spillin' my guts like chicken cordon blew and
straight shit like notorious b.i.g. did to that bitch
on his skit on his last album
pull my pants downward..
(chorus)
(kon artist)
is richard pryor still alive?
if not i'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin'(what?)
born brainless, this steel ain't stainless
your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
bitch bring it, these niggaz that i hang with
will hang you up naked by your ankles danglin'
my need i stay stranglin'
i don't need your help
if you gon' give me the pussy
i'll un-loosen my belt (i'll shit on you!)
i'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda cock
your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks
buck fifty cross your neck
floss your teck, i'll beat you wit it across your chest
(kuniva)
it's only right i jack your car keys and run
spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
for fun, when i'm drunk
i'll run