D12 - Shit Can Happen
Track 2 on Devils Night LP
Produced by Eminem
Shit Can Happen Lyrics
shit can happen x8
[ Verse 1 ] [ Kon Artis ]
Yo, that’s right motherfuckers we back
Same slanging, Orangutaning
Wilding out on hoodrats that 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?
Kill or not, platinum or flop I’ll still put it through you
With 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 with 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 road you pack
You gon’ see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac
To show that ask the others
Brigade’ll lay you down
Next to your mother’s mother’s grandmothers
[ Verse 2 ] [ Kuniva ]
You know I’m feeling real rowdy tonight ready to fight
And half the niggas I give Dat 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 L.A. Clippers game
I’ll kill you in ways you couldn’t even fathom
You ain’t a madam it’s really unexplainable how I have ’em
Who call theyselves screaming about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off of mere talent
My skills are deeply imbedded even your hoe said it
She was knock-kneed I fucked her now she bow-legged
In the middle of rapping I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping
Kuniving Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing
[ Chorus ] [ Kon Artis ] x2
(shit can happen in background)
This ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh
shit can happen to him and your ass
You can be touched don’t think you can’t
Cuz niggas ain’t fucking around no more man
[ Verse 3 ] [ Swifty ]
The feds can’t hold me, I hold feds
I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head raining acid
You can’t refrain from getting your ass kicked cause you talk too much
You asked for it, I’m on some massive shit everybody ignore me
They wouldn’t fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy
These niggas get confronted then they change stories
I catch you and they thinking everything’s hunky dory
I even have you pour me the gasoline for me
Pulling up slowly, Cop tailing your homies
Met a lot of niggas but you wouldn’t wanna know me
Your ass might not even make it home with your roley
Don’t even try, in your system like eco lie
Trying to beef with me, Nigga please your people die
I’m so wicked that my momma gave birth illegally
I survived the abortion immediately
[ Verse 4 ] [ Eminem ]
Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting
Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns
When the cops come knocking
Each hands got one cocked ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts
One man army guns can’t harm me
Young and ornery worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can’t stop airing out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flip at censorship
Your friends just flipped over this swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some shit on “Infinite”
I been giving it a hundred and ten percent
Cause when I vent most of my energy’s spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is hennessy
And twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten is because I love being under your skin
Ya, shit can happen so stick to rapping
Quit the yapping or I’ma lift the mac in
That can lead to another mishap happening
Skip the crap, get the can of whoop ass cracking
[ Chorus ] [ Kon Artis ] x2
[ Outro ] [ Eminem ]
It can and it will
fuck around with Amityville and you die
Insanity still
Mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
With their personality split
fucking you up with hit after hit
Sticking you up with clip after clip
Making you suck dick after dick
Dirty motherfuckin dozen
The Kon Artis
Motherfuckin Peter S. Bizarre
Swifty McVay
The Kuniva
Dirty fatherfuckin Harry
Puttin you down in the cemetary you get buried
All of you motherfuckers suck our motherfuckin cock
We are not playin, we are not playin
We are not bullshittin
This is not a motherfuckin joke
All you mothafuckas can smoke