Eminem - Quitter lyrics

Yo.. I dedicate to this.. to yo..

{*imitating Slick Rick*}

To all my fans, keepin y'all in health

Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself

Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin

which I create, cause that's my mission

So listen close, to what we say

because this type of fag claims to never be gay, I..

{*rapping normally*}

.. knew you was jealous from the day that I met you

I upset you, cause I get respect I pet you (boy)

I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!)

And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you

Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood

No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods

Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his

blood

and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes

He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha)

Puts an album out and rules for part of the year

then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come

from

out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year

No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair

sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear

So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an

idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career

I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch)

And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew

Like I'ma say they

names

so they can be famous too

[Chorus 2X: Eminem *sung*]

You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along

and the days of House of Pain are gone

And if you talk about my little girl in a song again

I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)

[Eminem]

Yo.. heart attack to stroke

from

the crack you smoke

to the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer back's a joke

And I'ma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth

The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you

like I ain't notice you? BITCH, I had a show to do!

Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you

You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you

Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you

Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too

So you fall in a slump and get all emotional

So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings

Confused as fuck cause now your

music

sucks dick

Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap

quicker but never last, and Everlast is a..

[Chorus]

Aight listen (look)

So this is what we ask of our fans

If you ever see Everlast, WHOOP HIS ASS

Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him

Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp

Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid

Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it

He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin!

Shit in five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's"

And he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets

Aiyyo.. fuck this, cut this shit off

{*music stops*}

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

{*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*}

Kill Whitey! - Hahaha

Kill Whitey! - Detroit! What? What?

Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo

Kill Whitey! - Haha! Look

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say

Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay

You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White

So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip

Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead

I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath

Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya

with your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released

Evidence, don't fuck around with

real

MC's

who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life

but Everlast might die tonight, haha

Fat boy murdered on wax and killed

Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

[Chorus: Eminem]

Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady

Call the doctor to heal your heart

They shocked you back to life at the clinic

but you 'bout to get relapsed any minute

Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo

check

this out

You faggots ain't even on my level

I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

[Kon Artis]

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

Whitey Ford's heart just stopped

Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack

Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are

At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya

Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops

Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

[Kuniva]

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik

Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik

You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round

with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge

[Chorus]

[Eminem]

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still

this ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed

with his chest open

Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin

Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme

Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me

You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me

I'm a paleface killer whale

on his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha

Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?

That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha

Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop

while my

sales

makin records break

Two and a half million scanned by the second week

Motherfucker I hit 'em up!

[Proof]

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half

Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags

Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated

Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you

Iriscience get choked up and yoked up

All you underground bitches get your throats cut

[Swifty]

What the fuck?! Is you stupid?

I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord

and

stuff

him in cardboard, chopped up in a box

with sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch

Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door

Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur

[Eminem]

You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases

White devil, washed up honkey

Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country

{*laughing*}

Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off

{*needle drags, beat stops*}

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise

I just believe in kickin a man while he's down

God damn! I quit

Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin punk