Shit On You [D12 Remix/Diss] lyrics

Yeah, I'm speaking on behalf of Royce the 5'9, and the rest of Wall Street

Me and my boys are tired of chicken shit bastards like those D12 bitches

Don't get me wrong now, Eminem and Proof, those are my boys

We can get down anytime of the day

But that fat bastard Bizarre

He's going to get himself a good ol' country ass whooping

Let me tell ya, Royce the 5'9 is kinda pissed at Bizarre because

This chicken shit bastard, goes around getting on mix tapes with the crew

Then he wants to turn around and diss somebody

Isn't that a bitch?

Hell I don't know, this guy might even get his damn ass whooped

If I was him I'd stay indoors

Boy I tell ya, this motherfucker, he wants to go around dissing Royce the 5'9

Then turn around and call him up

So he can get a goddamn spot on the Rock City remix! (hahahaha)

Ain't that a bitch? (ha... what the fuck wrong witchu?)

Yeah yeah, no offense to my two niggas

Y'all know who we all are, this is personal

Motherfuckers, you hear me?

I know I didn't get back to you

You dissed me a while ago

I just caught it, I couldn't understand what your fat ass was saying

It's all good, I'm home

It's time for us to talk to each other... nigga

Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't sick

I'm wearing between the s-stutter, and punchin' this

I was like huh? What the fuck is this

Why the fuck this lame nigga trying to fuck with this?

You just talking real wreckless, you dissed the King

Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring

Crawl before you walk, don't be caught without your gat

Somebody should have taught you how to talk before you rap

I know about how you gotta get walked through your verse

Niggas trying to teach you how to talk, off of your verse

The streets, and the magazines still knockin' your verse

On your verse, niggas just look at their watch and reverse

I'm about realism, as far as a fat nigga that raps and rapes kids

I don't see the vision

You, you do front, me you admire

You told the truth once like "I'm a compulsive liar"

Insecure niggas, take offense to the lie

All in my shit when I'm mentioning mine

Yo it's on, better telethon, stick to the rhyme

You better run and get Swift when I get to the nine

You should be, Wall Street, y'all in slum Z

But nope, you want to rhyme like Young Z

You was a clown in school, the only nigga on stage in a costume

Now the World is clowning you

Share for the rap, arresting the big fat bear

That got a jump in the character to rap

Nigga, gimme this mic, you ain't doing it right

You called yourself an idiot, I'm just proving yourself right

This is strong over the weak, long career over the ceased

And me, doing you wrong over your beat

You speak when you see me, but you talk the flow

Fucking clown, smile nigga, honk your nose

You probably looking at it like I'm making a big deal

But nigga that's what I do, I make big deals

Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they pie raised

And watch the little people split the pie five ways

Nigga go play, matter fact, catch up

I am six figures bigger, and my book's kept up

Y'all a rap boy band, and you're testing me now?

Y'all a group with one star, like Destiny's Child

Fuck that, no nigga, how can I relate?

With four dudes, who's easily replaced

I eat rap's niggas when they talk backwards

I call Paul and have him write you off on his taxes

I'm a solo artist, you just one of the crew

Fans coming up to y'all like, "which one is you?"

You're the fat one, tell them that shit lame

You ain't tell a joke whenever too, that's your game

Who cares if you've been on tour, you don't come off

Nigga all you do is run on stage and run off (shit)

One loose cannon, that's strange

'Cause the only cannon in the crew

Was planted, wherever Proof's standing

I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speaking with love

They're my niggas, y'all is sissy niggas keeping a grudge

I don't give a fuck nigga, you can beat up with gloves

And if you want beef, fuck it you can meet up with Bugz

I shit on you... (fat motherfucker)

Ayo, cut that shit

Fuck that nigga, you diss me you gon' be dissed back, nigga

Yo mama (motherfucker)

And I beat yo' ass

Wall Street, ho