Shit Can Happen Lyrics
| Song | Shit Can Happen |
| Artist | D12 |
| Album | Devil's Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bass, Carlisle, Mathers, Moore ... | |
| [1] - shit can happen [8x][kon artis] | BitchYeah... |
| Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo | |
| That's right motherfuckers we back | |
| Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on hoodrats | |
| They say I act like | |
| I'm too famous to say hi | |
| And tell 'em what my name is but really | |
| I'm still nameless... | |
| You niggas don't get it yet do you | |
| Dealin out platinum or flop | |
| I still put it through you | |
| Wit a luger that'll spit fire | |
| And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like mariah | |
| You think for one second since we got a deal | |
| That we won't deal wit you in front of st andrew's still? | |
| You gay rappers better learn that | |
| I won't stop until | |
| I see 'em turn back | |
| If you don't slow that roll you got | |
| You gon see these | |
| Runyon Ave. niggas that really need some prozac | |
| Fo' sho' that, ask the others | |
| But gator lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother[kuniva] | |
| You know I'm feelin real rowdy tonight | |
| Ready to fight and half the niggas | |
| I give dap to | |
| I don't even like | |
| The same cat who never gave a damn about your name | |
| I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers' game | |
| I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom | |
| You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how | |
| I have 'em | |
| Who call theyself screamin about a challenge | |
| Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent | |
| My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it | |
| She was knock kneed | |
| I fucked her now she's bow legged | |
| In the middle of rappin | |
| I drop the mic | |
| And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin | |
| Kuniva and kon artis my nigga we get it crackin | |
| While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin[hook: 1- in background][kon artis] | |
| Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh | |
| Shit can happen in him and yo' ass | |
| You can be touched don't think you can't'cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more man [repeat][swifty mcvay] | |
| The feds can't hold me, | |
| I hold feds | |
| I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head | |
| Rainin acid, you can't refrain from gettin yo' ass kicked'cause you talk too much you ask for it | |
| I'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore me | |
| They wouldn't fuck with me if | |
| I was performin at an orgy | |
| These niggas get confronted, then they change stories | |
| I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory | |
| I even have you pour me the gasoline for me | |
| Pullin up slowly, cocktailin' your homie [crash] | |
| You met alotta niggas which you wouldn't wanna know me | |
| Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your rollie | |
| Don't even try, in your system like e coli | |
| Tryin to beef with me, nigga please yo' people die | |
| I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally | |
| I survived the abortion immediately, surprise! aaaaah![eminem] | |
| Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin | |
| Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns | |
| So when the cops come knockin each hand's got one | |
| Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs | |
| One man army, guns can't harm me | |
| Young and army, worse than my uncle ronnie | |
| Ever since | |
| I got my first gun pulled on me | |
| I can't stop carryin out my dirty laundry | |
| Middle fingers flipped and censorship | |
| Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship | |
| Ever since | |
| I spit some shit on infinite | |
| I been givin it a hundred and ten percent'cause when | |
| I'm bent most of my energy's spent on enemies | |
| Eighty percent of what | |
| I invent is innocent | |
| Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin | |
| Ten's because | |
| I love being under your skin | |
| Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin | |
| Quit the yappin or i'ma lift the mack and | |
| That can lead to another mishap happenin | |
| [1- continues in background][eminem] | Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin[hook] |
| It can and it will (nigga) | |
| Fuck around with amityville and you die | |
| Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies | |
| With their personalities split | |
| Fuckin you up wit hit after hit | |
| Stickin you up with clip after clip | |
| Makin you suck dick after dick | |
| Dirty motherfuckin dozen | |
| The kon artis, motherfuckin peter s. bizarre, swifty mcvay, the kuniva | |
| Dirty father fuckin harry | |
| Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get buried | |
| All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfuckin cocks | |
| We are not playin, we are not playin | |
| We are not bullshittin, this is not a motherfuckin joke... |
| zuo qu : Bass, Carlisle, Mathers, Moore ... | |
| [1] - shit can happen [8x][kon artis] | BitchYeah... |
| Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo | |
| That' s right motherfuckers we back | |
| Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on hoodrats | |
| They say I act like | |
| I' m too famous to say hi | |
| And tell ' em what my name is but really | |
| I' m still nameless... | |
| You niggas don' t get it yet do you | |
| Dealin out platinum or flop | |
| I still put it through you | |
| Wit a luger that' ll spit fire | |
| And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like mariah | |
| You think for one second since we got a deal | |
| That we won' t deal wit you in front of st andrew' s still? | |
| You gay rappers better learn that | |
| I won' t stop until | |
| I see ' em turn back | |
| If you don' t slow that roll you got | |
| You gon see these | |
| Runyon Ave. niggas that really need some prozac | |
| Fo' sho' that, ask the others | |
| But gator lay you down next to your mother' s mother' s grandmother kuniva | |
| You know I' m feelin real rowdy tonight | |
| Ready to fight and half the niggas | |
| I give dap to | |
| I don' t even like | |
| The same cat who never gave a damn about your name | |
| I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers' game | |
| I kill you in ways you couldn' t even fathom | |
| You and your madame, it' s really unexplainable how | |
| I have ' em | |
| Who call theyself screamin about a challenge | |
| Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent | |
| My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it | |
| She was knock kneed | |
| I fucked her now she' s bow legged | |
| In the middle of rappin | |
| I drop the mic | |
| And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin | |
| Kuniva and kon artis my nigga we get it crackin | |
| While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin hook: 1 in background kon artis | |
| Now this ain' t funny so don' t you dare laugh | |
| Shit can happen in him and yo' ass | |
| You can be touched don' t think you can' t' cause niggas ain' t fuckin around no more man repeat swifty mcvay | |
| The feds can' t hold me, | |
| I hold feds | |
| I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head | |
| Rainin acid, you can' t refrain from gettin yo' ass kicked' cause you talk too much you ask for it | |
| I' m on some massive shit, everybody ignore me | |
| They wouldn' t fuck with me if | |
| I was performin at an orgy | |
| These niggas get confronted, then they change stories | |
| I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory | |
| I even have you pour me the gasoline for me | |
| Pullin up slowly, cocktailin' your homie crash | |
| You met alotta niggas which you wouldn' t wanna know me | |
| Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your rollie | |
| Don' t even try, in your system like e coli | |
| Tryin to beef with me, nigga please yo' people die | |
| I' m so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally | |
| I survived the abortion immediately, surprise! aaaaah! eminem | |
| Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin | |
| Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns | |
| So when the cops come knockin each hand' s got one | |
| Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs | |
| One man army, guns can' t harm me | |
| Young and army, worse than my uncle ronnie | |
| Ever since | |
| I got my first gun pulled on me | |
| I can' t stop carryin out my dirty laundry | |
| Middle fingers flipped and censorship | |
| Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship | |
| Ever since | |
| I spit some shit on infinite | |
| I been givin it a hundred and ten percent' cause when | |
| I' m bent most of my energy' s spent on enemies | |
| Eighty percent of what | |
| I invent is innocent | |
| Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin | |
| Ten' s because | |
| I love being under your skin | |
| Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin | |
| Quit the yappin or i' ma lift the mack and | |
| That can lead to another mishap happenin | |
| [1- continues in background][eminem] | Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin hook |
| It can and it will nigga | |
| Fuck around with amityville and you die | |
| Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies | |
| With their personalities split | |
| Fuckin you up wit hit after hit | |
| Stickin you up with clip after clip | |
| Makin you suck dick after dick | |
| Dirty motherfuckin dozen | |
| The kon artis, motherfuckin peter s. bizarre, swifty mcvay, the kuniva | |
| Dirty father fuckin harry | |
| Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get buried | |
| All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfuckin cocks | |
| We are not playin, we are not playin | |
| We are not bullshittin, this is not a motherfuckin joke... |
| zuò qǔ : Bass, Carlisle, Mathers, Moore ... | |
| [1] - shit can happen [8x][kon artis] | BitchYeah... |
| Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo | |
| That' s right motherfuckers we back | |
| Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on hoodrats | |
| They say I act like | |
| I' m too famous to say hi | |
| And tell ' em what my name is but really | |
| I' m still nameless... | |
| You niggas don' t get it yet do you | |
| Dealin out platinum or flop | |
| I still put it through you | |
| Wit a luger that' ll spit fire | |
| And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like mariah | |
| You think for one second since we got a deal | |
| That we won' t deal wit you in front of st andrew' s still? | |
| You gay rappers better learn that | |
| I won' t stop until | |
| I see ' em turn back | |
| If you don' t slow that roll you got | |
| You gon see these | |
| Runyon Ave. niggas that really need some prozac | |
| Fo' sho' that, ask the others | |
| But gator lay you down next to your mother' s mother' s grandmother kuniva | |
| You know I' m feelin real rowdy tonight | |
| Ready to fight and half the niggas | |
| I give dap to | |
| I don' t even like | |
| The same cat who never gave a damn about your name | |
| I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers' game | |
| I kill you in ways you couldn' t even fathom | |
| You and your madame, it' s really unexplainable how | |
| I have ' em | |
| Who call theyself screamin about a challenge | |
| Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent | |
| My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it | |
| She was knock kneed | |
| I fucked her now she' s bow legged | |
| In the middle of rappin | |
| I drop the mic | |
| And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin | |
| Kuniva and kon artis my nigga we get it crackin | |
| While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin hook: 1 in background kon artis | |
| Now this ain' t funny so don' t you dare laugh | |
| Shit can happen in him and yo' ass | |
| You can be touched don' t think you can' t' cause niggas ain' t fuckin around no more man repeat swifty mcvay | |
| The feds can' t hold me, | |
| I hold feds | |
| I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head | |
| Rainin acid, you can' t refrain from gettin yo' ass kicked' cause you talk too much you ask for it | |
| I' m on some massive shit, everybody ignore me | |
| They wouldn' t fuck with me if | |
| I was performin at an orgy | |
| These niggas get confronted, then they change stories | |
| I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory | |
| I even have you pour me the gasoline for me | |
| Pullin up slowly, cocktailin' your homie crash | |
| You met alotta niggas which you wouldn' t wanna know me | |
| Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your rollie | |
| Don' t even try, in your system like e coli | |
| Tryin to beef with me, nigga please yo' people die | |
| I' m so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally | |
| I survived the abortion immediately, surprise! aaaaah! eminem | |
| Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin | |
| Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns | |
| So when the cops come knockin each hand' s got one | |
| Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs | |
| One man army, guns can' t harm me | |
| Young and army, worse than my uncle ronnie | |
| Ever since | |
| I got my first gun pulled on me | |
| I can' t stop carryin out my dirty laundry | |
| Middle fingers flipped and censorship | |
| Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship | |
| Ever since | |
| I spit some shit on infinite | |
| I been givin it a hundred and ten percent' cause when | |
| I' m bent most of my energy' s spent on enemies | |
| Eighty percent of what | |
| I invent is innocent | |
| Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin | |
| Ten' s because | |
| I love being under your skin | |
| Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin | |
| Quit the yappin or i' ma lift the mack and | |
| That can lead to another mishap happenin | |
| [1- continues in background][eminem] | Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin hook |
| It can and it will nigga | |
| Fuck around with amityville and you die | |
| Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies | |
| With their personalities split | |
| Fuckin you up wit hit after hit | |
| Stickin you up with clip after clip | |
| Makin you suck dick after dick | |
| Dirty motherfuckin dozen | |
| The kon artis, motherfuckin peter s. bizarre, swifty mcvay, the kuniva | |
| Dirty father fuckin harry | |
| Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get buried | |
| All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfuckin cocks | |
| We are not playin, we are not playin | |
| We are not bullshittin, this is not a motherfuckin joke... |
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