I’ll shit on you, haha (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
I’ll shit on you (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
I’ll shit on you (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
I’ll shit on you (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
I’ll shit on you (Ha-ha), I will shit on you
I’ll shit on you (Girl, you know, it’s true)
I’ll shit on you (Bitch or man, I’ll do)
I’ll shit on you (I will shit on you)
(Swifty McVay)
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin’ bombs on the back of record companies (Uh-huh)
Blow ’em up if they ain’t wantin’ me
The National Guards, they scared of huntin’ me
I love beef; I got you hoes duckin’ me (Nigga)
A drug thief, bitch, I’ll take your marijuana
These slugs’ll keep your ass away from my corner (Ah-ah-ah)
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if you wanna (Biatch)
This is lyrical piranha, strapped with a grenade in the pool with yo’ mama
Attack her by the legs (Uh-huh), then I pull her to the bottom (Yeah)
Swift’s nuttin’ up like a condom, slappin’ if you fuckers got a problem
When I see ’em (Uh-huh), you hoes ending up in a fuckin’ mausoleum
Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM (Bitch)
Pull in the garage while you screamin’ (Uh-huh)
Keep the motor on, then I’m leavin’, I’ll shit on you
I will shit on you, I don’t care who you are
I’ll shit on you
I don’t give a fuck about you or your car
I’ll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry, and fuck your watch
I’ll shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I’ll sh–
I’m an alcoholic, where’s the fucking toilet?
Pass the hot dog (
Bizarre, aren’t you Islamic?
)
Bitch, shut your fucking mouth
I’ma keep eatin’ ’til Richard Simmons comes to my house
With a chainsaw to cut me out (
My house, my house
)
I’ll fuck your wife, I ain’t had sex since I met her
Too busy fucking a twelve-year-old babysitter (Hahaha)
And all women ain’t shit
Only good for cookin’, cleanin’, and suckin’ dick and that’s it (I said it)
I’m responsible for killin’ John Kennedy
Got JonBenét Ramsey in my ’98 Camry (She’s lost)
I don’t give a fuck who you are
I’ll shit on anybody; truly yours, The Idiotic Bizarre (Shh)
My adolescent years weren’t shit to what I do now
I never grew up, I was born grown and grew down
The older I get, the dumber the shit I get in
The more ignorant the incident is I fit in
Ignoring the shit, how boring it gets when there’s no one to hit
I don’t know when to quit throwin’ a fit (Nope)
I know I’m a bit flaky, but they make me
It’s they who wake me and say they can take me (Come on)
It’s they whose legs I break and make achy
‘Cause they who mistake me make me so angry
(I’ll shit on you) I’ll spit on you
Start pissin’ and do the opposite on you
You weren’t listenin’, I said I’ll cop a squat on you
Start spilling my guts like chicken cordon bleu
And straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album, pull my pants down (I’ll shit on you)
I will shit on you, I don’t care who you are
I’ll shit on you
I don’t give a fuck about you or your car
I’ll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry, and fuck your watch
I’ll shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family, I’ll–
I’ll shit on you
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not, I’m sicker than he was prior to him dyin’ (
What?
)
Born brainless, this steel ain’t stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel, god dang-it
Bitch, bring it, these niggas that I hang with’ll
Hang you up naked by your ankles, danglin’ (
“Come on, let me down!”
)
My need, I stay strangling, I don’t need your help
If you won’t give me the pussy, I don’t loosen my belt (I’ll shit on you)
I’m what your daddy’s not, your mom’s kind of cock
Your sister’s teen crush, your aunt’s supply of rocks
Buck fifty cross your neck
Floss your TEC; I’ll beat you wit’ it across your chest
Yo, it’s only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun, when I’m drunk, I’ll run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat ya peeps down worse than Steve Stoute
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the Policeman who caught me stealing weed from his Jeep
(“Hey, hey, hey!”)
I see hoes biting, y’all don’t wanna brawl
That’s like Deebo fighting Peabo Bryson (Uh, I’ll shit on you)
Fuck what you hollerin’ and yellin’ about
I’ll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin’ skeleton out
Niggas get hit wit’ a two-piece (Bling-bling)
Wit’ a poisonous sting, I’m such a violent thing
I will shit on you, I don’t care who you are
I’ll shit on you
I don’t give a fuck about you or your car
I’ll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry, and fuck your watch
I’ll shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family, I’ll–
I’ll shit on you
Once I get on two hits of ex’, my disk slips and disconnects
‘Til I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still, shit on the first bitch who disrespects
(C’mon, I’ll shit on you) Overreaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
It puts five more zany actin’ maniacs in action
A Rat Pack in black jackets who pack ten
Nine millimeters, five criminals
Pulling heaters and spilling liters of blood like swimming pools
Shiesty individuals, shoot at bitches too (Pff)
A lot of people say misogynistic, which is true
I don’t deny it, matter of fact, I stand by it
So please, stand by, as I start up a damn riot
If you don’t wanna get stampeded, then stand quiet (Get back)
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child, I’ll shit on you
I will shit on you, I don’t care who you are
I’ll shit on you
I don’t give a fuck about you or your car (Shh)
I’ll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry, and fuck your watch
I’ll shit on you
I will fuck your wife if you fuck with me (Pss), I’ll–
I’ll shit on you
You heard me (Haha), bitch (I’ll shit on you)
D12 (I’ll shit on you)
Your life, your wife, your kids, your car (I’ll shit on you)
Your house, your spouse, your rings, your things (I’ll shit on you)
I’ll shit on you, I’ll shit on you
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