Eminem - Quitter

[Part I: Quitter]

[Intro 1: Eminem]

Yo, I dedicate to this to you

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health

Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself

Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and

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

[Verse 1: Eminem]

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

I upset you, cause I get respect, I bet you

I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew

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

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 fucking 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 fucking chest 'til your heart kicks in gear

And fuck your underground buddies' nameless crew

Like I'mma say they names so they can be famous too

[Chorus 1: Eminem]

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'mma kill you, I'mma kill you

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'mma kill you, I'mma kill you

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke

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

And I'mma 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 '94 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: Eminem]

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'mma kill you, I'mma kill you

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'mma kill you, I'mma kill you

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Aight 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 ho, 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 eatin' at Whitey's

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

[Interlude 1: Eminem]

Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off

Ayo Head

That's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker

[Part II: Hit 'Em Up (Remix)]

[Intro 2: Eminem]

Kill Whitey (hahaha!)

Kill Whitey, Detroit

Kill Whitey, yo, yo

Kill Whitey, haha, look

[Verse 4: Eminem]

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, 40 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 CDs nobody sees, when they released

Evidence, don't fuck around with real MCs

You 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 2: Eminem]

Grab .380s 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

[Interlude 2: Eminem]

Hahaha, yo check this out

You faggots ain't even on my level

I'mma let D12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots

[Verse 5: 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 restaurant, while I'm servin' ya

Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops

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

[Verse 6: Kuniva]

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

Where's your House of Pain now? It'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 muhfuckin' Belle Isle Bridge

[Chorus 2: Eminem]

Grab .380s 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

[Verse 7: 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', having a stroke

And now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

Cause you suck, motherfucker you should learn to rhyme

Talkin' about 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

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

That shit was obvious, you probably was gay

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

49,000 copies the week your shit drop

While my sales making records break

2.5 million scanned by the second week

Motherfucker I hit em up

[Verse 8: Proof]

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

Fuck the music, we got a 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

Erik's irons get choked up and yoked up

All you underground bitches get your throats cut

[Verse 9: Swifty]

What the fuck, is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford

With his fucking 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 restaurant locked and block your door

Cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin 2Pac Shakur

[Verse 10: 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

[Outro: Eminem]

Yo, ayo cut this shit off

Sheeeit! 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 kicking a man while he's down

Goddamn! I quit!

Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk Ayo!