Shit Can Happen - D12

Bitch

Yeah…

— Shit can happen

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 (?) 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

You know I’m feelin real rowdy tonight

Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don’t evenlike

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

Now this aint 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

Cuz niggas aint fuckin around no more man

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

Cuz 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

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!

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

Cuz 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

Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin

It can and it will (nigga)

Fuck around with Amityville and you DIE

Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in sixdifferent

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, theKuniva

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…