Another Public Service Annocement

D12

(Devils Night)



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 niggaz 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. niggaz that really need some Prozac

Fo' sho' that, ask the others

Brigade'll 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 niggaz 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 L.A. Clippers' game (bitch)

I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom (punk)

You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em

Who call theyself screamin about a challenge (what?)

Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent

My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it (uh-huh)

She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow legged

In the middle of rappin I drop the mic (what?)

And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin (bitch)

Kuniv' 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 ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

Shit can happen to him and yo' ass

You can be touched don't think you can't

Cause niggaz ain't fuckin around no more man {*repeat all 2X*}



[Swifty McVay]

The feds can't hold me, I hold feds

I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head

Rainin acid, you can't refrain from gettin yo' 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 performin at an orgy

These niggaz get confronted (whattup now?) then they change stories

I cut you and they thinkin everything's hunky dory

I even have you pourin me the gasoline for me

Pullin up slowly, cocktailin your homie [CRASH]

You met a lot of niggaz but you wouldn't wanna know me (f'real)

Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your Roley

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 (shit)

Or barricaded in a motel with 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 ornery, worse than my Uncle Ronnie

Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me

I can't stop airin 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

Cause when I'm bent - most of my energy's spent on enemies

Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennessey

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 mac and

That can lead to another mishap happenin

Skip the crap get the can of whoop-ass crackin!



HOOK



1- continues in background

[Eminem]

It can and it will (nigga, 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 with 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!

All of you motherfuckers get smoked! {*fades out*}