QUITTER HIT EM UP CRACK

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, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets Hey yo. Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along And your days of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) Aiight look. Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along And your days of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) You just a.

QUITTER HIT EM UP CRACK

Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along And your days of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke And I'm gonna 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 starstruck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2 Back in 94 limp opened a 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 cuz now your music sucks dick Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap Quicker but never last and Everlast is a.

This type of fag claims that every gay I, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew Now you hate Fred because leathal left you Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood And said, 'Heck, country western rap records are good!' So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both 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 idear Figured you can diss me to jump start your career I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous too You just a.

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself Cuz its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in Which I create, cuz that's my mission So listen close, to what we say, Because.

Quitter hit em up