Chours Come on hit me with my best .. Come on hit me with my best .. Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot.
Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best
Verse 1 [Bizarre]: Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin' I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin' sick assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin' D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin' Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin and I'm the machine that brought Marshall back to life told him that my rhymes just have to be tight so I figured that I would grab the mic like a nig*a 'bout to rhyme right after Christ sometimes we get mad and fight, right back to the lab tonight grab an oath in the afterlife, that's only right living like a rock star is the only life and we are, 6 grown men, who are old friends my nig*a Bugz, DeShaun Holton all the way down, I'ma hold them, D-12 nig*a, 'till the world end
Chours Verse 2 [Swifty]: A lotta nig*as try to underestimate me 'till I come back with vengeance and slice their trachea Y'all been placed on a contract for hatin' I'ma waste 'em, one by one, for taintin' Ability to kill a facility, I'm a sinner of Satan fast as a child rapist facin' Life or trifle, Henny has made me in waitin' they gon' lock me up under the basement I'm a one man army, marine and navy you done made me angry I'm crazy, insane, and maybe I bite the face off your baby for anyone who try to diss Proof or Hailie I'ma break their Halo put 'em on the reaper's payroll, erase them and hang their soul it ain't no hoes here, McVay s got a scroll With names on it, dipped in b*ood, man I'm cold
Chours Verse 3 [Kuniva]: I know you thought we were done, we rose up got a gun to make your whole inside fold up and hit us with the best shot and we're still standin' so tell the world it can lick our scrotum straight soldiers, who wanna stunt who wanna be the fall guy, who want the punt who wanna get fucked for lookin' at me sideways every time I roll up I'ma keep it b*unt where did y'all run when we almost lost Marshall y'all did it big like Costco and we back in this bitch like a tampon still fuck dirty, Em's clean like a bar o' soap and you were so slick, on some baffoon shit my hand's on a sweeper, your was on a broomstick stop lookin' all stupid, I'm rude and abusive and strapped, don't make me use it
Chours Verse 4 [Eminem]: Aight, here's where I come in at...
I came in this game with, bad intentions, and I ain't budged, not even an inch since then I'm stubborn, evil, and insensitive I'm like nothing you ever seen, pencil in hand, it's like I'm holding the insulin, so you might wanna button it like Benjamin I ain't frightened of nothing, I injure men step right in this mark with my henchmen and walk, straight to the stage, I ain't here to cause troub*e, get the fuck out my face fall back, little cocksucker, I ain't A&W don't get your cold mugs in my way get 'em? Shattered, fuckin' A been this way since B.C., what can I say? I'm stuck in my ways like doub*e stick tape don't get turned to a vegetab*e dick face you ain't Superman, stay in your lane, Lois D-12 spittin' flames like flamethrowers spit 'til we get sprained jaws with metaphors that cut with the same force as chainsaws hope you're coming with your A game, 'cause things have changed in this game, isn't the same game, boys the stakes have been raised, better make lemonade when they give y