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D12 lyrics 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... Other D12 lyrics: Pistol Pistol lyrics Aint Nuttin' But Music lyrics That's How... lyrics Blow My Buzz lyrics Obie Trice lyrics Rap Game lyrics Purple Pills (Video Edit) lyrics Chance To Advance lyrics Purple Hills lyrics No Rubber lyrics Act A Fool lyrics Under The Influence lyrics Amityville lyrics No One's Iller Than Me lyrics Searchin' lyrics Maxine lyrics W.E.G.O. 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