Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...
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To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
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Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
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Cuz its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in
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Which I create, cuz that's my mission
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So listen close, to what we say, Because...
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This type of fag claims that every gay
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I, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
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I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
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I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
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Now you hate Fred because leathal left you
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Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood
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No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods
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Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood
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And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!"
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So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes
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He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
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Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
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Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
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It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
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No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
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Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
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So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idear
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Figured you can diss me to jump start your career
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I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear
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Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew
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Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous too
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[Chorus]
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You just a...
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Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
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And your days of house of pain are gone
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If you talk about my little girl in a song again
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I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
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You just a...
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Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
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And your days of house of pain are gone
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If you talk about my little girl in a song again
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I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
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Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
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To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke
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And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the truth
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The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
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You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
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Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do
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Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
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You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
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Back in 94 limp opened a show for you
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Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
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Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
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So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
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So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
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Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick
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Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap
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Quicker but never last and Everlast is a...
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Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
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And your days of house of pain are gone
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If you talk about my little girl in a song again
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I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
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You just a...
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Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
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And your days of house of pain are gone
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If you talk about my little girl in a song again
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I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
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Aiight look...
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So this is what we ask of our fans
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If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
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Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
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Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him
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Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp
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Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken
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Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT
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He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin
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Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's
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And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
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Hey yo...
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[Eminem speaks]
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Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head.
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That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker
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[Scratching/2 Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]
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Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Kill Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!
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Yo, Yo, look, look, Kill Whitey
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First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
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Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
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You claim to be a muslum, but you Irish-White
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So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
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Plus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
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Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick head
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I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath
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Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
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Dialate
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Quitter
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