Eminem "Quitter" lyrics

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Quitter

[Eminem]Yo, I dedicate to this to youTo all my fans, keeping y'all in healthLet's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himselfCause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition andWhich I create, cause that's my missionSo listen close, to what we sayBecause this type of fag claims to never be gayI knew you was jealous from the day that I met youI upset you, cause I get respect I bet youI'm even liked better by your niece and nephewAnd now you hate Fred because Lethal left youPeckerwood mad cause his record went woodNo respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woodsGot in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his bloodAnd said, heck, country western rap records are goodSo he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notesHe can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do bothPuts an album out and rules for part of the yearThen Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhereIt's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this yearNo one's tryin to hear some fucking old fart in a chairSittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your earSo you start to get scared, sit back and spark an ideaFigure you can diss me to jump start your careerI punch you in your fucking chest 'til your heart kicks in gearAnd fuck your underground buddies' nameless crewLike I'mma say they names so they can be famous too

[Hook X2]You just a quitterAnd you bitter cause I came alongAnd the days of House of Pain are goneAnd if you talk about my little girl in a song againI'mma kill you, I'mma kill you

[Verse 2]Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smokeTo the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a jokeAnd I'mma tell these motherfuckin' fans the truthThe reason why you dissed me first and I answered youYou said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at youLike I ain't notice youBitch, I had a show to doLike I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to youYou better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-twoBack in ninety-four Limp opened the show for youRocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from youTook your motherfuckin' DJ and stole him tooSo you fall in a slump and get all emotionalSo now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck stringsConfused as fuck cause now your music sucks dickMr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rapQuicker but never last, and Everlast is a

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[Verse 3]Aight listenSo this is what we ask of our fansIf you ever see Everlast, whoop his assHit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at himKick him, spit on him, treat him like a ho, bitch-slap himDo it for me, do it for Fred, do it for LimpDo it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for KidDo it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck itHe's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothinShit in five years we'll all be eatin' at Whitey'sAnd he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toiletsAiyyo.. fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker[Beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]Kill WhiteyKill Whitey, DetroitWhatWhatKill Whitey, yo, yoKill Whitey, haha, lookFirst off, fuck your songs and the shit you sayDiss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gayYou claim to be a Muslim but you Irish WhiteSo fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fightPlus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I ripWhitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickheadI keep 'em comin while you runnin' out of breathSteady duckin' while I'm punchin' at your chest, you need to restDilated, go ask your people how I leave yaWith your three CD'sNobody sees, when they releasedEvidence, don't fuck around with real MC'sWho ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeksI let you faggots know it's on for lifeBut Everlast might die tonightFat boy murdered on wax and killedFuck with me and take a heart pill, you know

[Hook 2]Grab 380's when you see Slim ShadyCall the doctor to heal your heartThey shocked you back to life at the clinicBut you 'bout to get relapsed any minuteHonkey, I hit 'em upHahaha, yo check this outYou faggots ain't even on my levelI'mma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots

[Kon Artis]Yo, get out the way yo, get out the way yoWhitey Ford's heart just stoppedEminem shocked him back, he had another heart attackWhitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin' backLittle faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers areAt your own restaraunt, while I'm servin' yaDrop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stopsCall the cops, I'mma beat your ass while they watch

[Kuniva]Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you ErikWhere's your House of Pain nowThere's only one of you ErikYou a petty cowardYou ain't ready to steady go a roundWith some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin' Belle Isle Bridge

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[Eminem]Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me stillThis ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin' killedWith his chest openTryin to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dimeCause you suck, motherfucker you should learn to rhymeTalkin' about you packin' pistols but it's funny to meYou ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be meI'm a paleface killer whaleOn his way to fuckin' prisonPistol whippin' tailErik remember when I passed you in the lobby that dayThat shit was obvious you probably was gayNow it's all about country, you gave up hip-hopForty-nine thousand copies the week your shit dropWhile my sales making records breakTwo and a half million scanned by the second weekMotherfucker I hit em up

[Proof]I'm from Detroit's Pemberton AveWhere bullets tear you in halfFuck the musicWe got an uzi for all you fagsGet the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violatedNow you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury youIriscience get choked up and yoked upAll you underground bitches get your throats cut

[Swifty]What the fuckIs you stupidI choke Whitey Ford with his fucking guitar cordAnd stuff him in cardboardChopped up in a boxWith sixteen partsI stomped on his heartD-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watchKeep your restaraunt locked and block your doorCause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherfuckin 2Pac Shakur

[Eminem]You a, Black Jesus, heart attack seizuresToo many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greasesWhite devil, washed up honkeyMixed up cracker who crossed over to countryYo, aiyyo cut this shit off

Lako odustaješ*

(Eminem)Alo, ovo posvećujem vamaSvim svojim obožavateljima, da mi budete zdraviRecimo ovom Whiteyju Fordu* da odjebeJer okrutno je kad ti je srce u lošem stanju*, aJa sam kriv za to, jer to je moj zadatakZato pažljivo slušajte što govorimoJer ovaj tip pederčine nikad neće priznati da je homićZnao sam da si ljubomoran od dana kad sam te upoznaoUzrujavam te jer dobivam poštovanje, kladim seDa me čak i tvoji nećaci vole više nego tebeA sad mrziš Freda* jer te Lethal* napustioBjelčuga je ljut jer mu je album dosegao drvenu nakladuNe poštuju ga u kvartu, pa je odjurio u šumuUpoznao se sa svojim korijenima i pronašao seljačinu u sebiI rekao, ma kvragu, country western rap je dobarZato uzima gitaru i otandrka par notaNe zna repati ni pjevati, ali želi raditi obojeIzbaci album i bude glavni jedan dio godineA onda se odnikud stvore Kid Rock* i Limp BizkitTo je početak razdoblja, rock-rap je jači ove godineNitko ne želi čuti nekog starog prdonju na stoliciKoji sjedi na pozornici i tandrka ti po akustičnoj gitari na uhoZato se počinješ bojati, razvališ se i sine ti misaoShvatiš da me možeš popljuvati da opet započneš karijeruUdarim te u prsa dok ti srce ne iskočiI jebo tvoju bezimenu ekipu iz podzemljaKao da ću im spomenuti ime da i oni mogu biti poznati

(Refren x2)Ti jednostavno lako odustaješI teško ti je jer sam ja došaoA dani tvoje grupe su završiliI ako opet spomeneš moju curicu u pjesmiUbit ću te, ubit ću te

(Druga kitica)Od srčanog udara do kapi zbog cracka koji pušišDok pišeš svoj tekst, to kako si mi vratio je jebeno lošeI reći ću ovim jebenim obožavateljima istinuRazlog zašto si me prvi popljuvao pa sam ti odgovorioRekao si da sam prošao kraj tebe u hodniku, pogledao teI ponašao se kao da te nisam primijetioPičko, morao sam odraditi koncertKao da sam trebao biti lud za tobom i doći k tebiBolje začepi usta prije nego se još gore srozaš, jeboteDavne '94. Limp ti je bio predgrupaBolje je zabavio publiku i ukrao ti cijeli koncertUzeo tvog DJ-a pa i njega oteo, jeboteZato padaš u depresiju i postaješ emotivanPa sad pjevaš i miješaš žargon s bluesom i otkinutim žicamaTotalno zbunjen jer je sad tvoja glazba pušionaGospodičić ljubi guzice da ga prihvate u rap glazbiBrže, ali to nije trajno, a Everlast...

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(Treća kitica)Dobro, slušajteOvo tražimo od svojih obožavateljaAko ikad vidite Everlasta, isprašite mu turUdarajte ga štapovima, ciglama, kamenjem, gađajte ga govnimaZveknite ga, pljuvajte po njemu, tretirajte ga kao kurvu, šamarajte gaUčinite to za mene, za Freda, za LimpZa rock, za rap, za KidaZa Ice-T*-ja, učinite to samo da to učinite, jeboteOn je pička, neće vam uzvratiti, on je ništicaSranje, za 5 godina svi ćemo jesti kod WhiteyjaA on će brisati stolove i čistiti zahode u toj rupiAloo...zajebi to, isključi ovo sranje

Alo Head*, zbog ovoga sam ti jebao mater, debeli kretenu(Ritam se prebaci na 2pacovu pjesmu "Hit 'Em Up")Ubij WhiteyjaUbij Whiteyja - DetroitŠtoŠtoUbij Whiteyja, alo, aloUbij Whiteyja, haha, gledajPrvo, jebo tvoje pjesme i sranje koje govorišVrijeđaš mi ženu, ali ja bar imam pičku, ti si pederTvrdiš da si musliman, ali si bijelac iz IrskeZato se jebi, debeli, spusti mikrofon, ajmo se tućiUdarim te u prsa, čupam slaba srcaWhitey Ford, 40-godišnji bijelac, letargična debilčinaJa i dalje udaram dok tebi ponestaje dahaStalno se saginješ dok te udaram u prsa, treba ti odmorNeka ta tvoja grupica pita kako sam ih ostavioS njihova 3 CD-aNitko nije vidio kad su ih izbaciliEvidence*, ne zajebavaj se s pravim reperimaNiste spremni za sukob u podzemlju, jebo štreberePederčine, dao sam vam do znanja da će ovo vječno trajatiAli Everlast - e on bi noćas mogao umrijetiDebelog tipa sam dotukao na ploči i ubio gaZajebavaj se sa mnom i trebat će ti još jedna tableta za srce, znaš

(Drugi refren)Zgrabi pištolj kad vidiš Slim Shadyja*Reci doktoru da ti izliječi srceU klinici su te šokovima vratili u životAli mogao bi svake minute ponovo pastiBijelo smeće, potući ću vasHahaha, alo pazi ovoVi pederčine čak niste ni na mojoj raziniDopustit ću da vas D12 izjaše, vi kurvini sinovi

(Kon Artis)Alo, mičite se s puta, mičite se s puta, aloSrce Whiteyja Forda je upravo prestalo kucatiEminem ga je šokovima vratio u život, doživio je još jedan srčani udarWhiteyju Fordu ćemo isprašiti tur jer govori iza leđaPederčić koji krade hranu, pokazat ću ti gdje su hamburgeriU tvom restoranu, dok ti služim jezikovu juhuBacam te i gazim ti po srcu dok ne prestane kucatiZovi policiju, tući ću te dok gledaju

(Kuniva)Haha, sad te cijela industrija ismijava, Erik*Gdje ti je sad tvoja grupaTu si samo ti, ErikTi si samo mala kukavicaNisi spreman da se vozišS nekim ubojicama sa 7 milja* do jebenog mosta

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(Eminem)Uhvatio sam ga i taj peder me opet želi spominjatiNe postoji borba koju je Everlast ikad dobioPrsa su mu rastvorenaPokušavaš udariti, ali samo se gušišUdarila te kap i sad si naučio zašto bjelčuge nikad ne zarade ni dinarJer ne valjaš, trebaš naučiti bacati rime, kretenuGovoriš da nosiš pištolje, ali to mi je smiješnoNikad nisi bio u nevolji, samo želiš biti jaJa sam kitoubojica blijedog licaNa putu u zatvor, jeboteZbog šamaranja oružjem*Erik, sjećaš se kad sam prošao kraj tebe u hodniku onaj danTo sranje je bilo očito, ti si vjerojatno bio pederSad ti je važan samo country, odustao si od hip-hopaU tjednu kad izbaciš svoje sranje prodaš 49 tisuća kopijaDok prodaja mojih albuma ruši rekordeDva i po milijuna do drugog tjednaKretenu, razvaljujem

(Proof)Ja sam s Avenije Pemberton u DetroituGdje te meci prepoloveJebo glazbuMi imamo automatik za sve vas pederčineGoni ta govna iz našeg sterea, vaša grupa je već silovanaSad ćemo vas uništiti i zakopatiIriscience*, tebe ćemo udaviti užetomSvima vama pičkama iz podzemlja prerezat ćemo grlo

(Swifty)Koji ti je kuracJesi li glupDavim Whiteyja Forda žicom s njegove jebene gitareI guram ga u kartonsku kutijuGdje je razrezanNa 16 dijelovaGazim mu po srcuD12, Amityville*, jebemo vam majke dok gledateZaključaj restoran i blokiraj vrataJer mi razvaljujemo kao 2pac Shakur, jebote

(Eminem)Ti, Crni Isuse*, imaš napadaje od srčanog udaraPreviše masnih hamburgera u McDonaldsaBijeli vrag, isprano bijelo smećeSmućkana bjelčuga koja se prebacila na countryAlo, alo, isključi ovo sranje

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