Under The Influence Lyrics - D-12

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit 

'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha! 

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies 

I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties 

A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass 

So the rats can't chew through his last pants 

I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning 

Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him 

I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost 

Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls 

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle 

Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle 

So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin' 

Just it's too late 

'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains 

I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator 

Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters 

Accused for every crime known through the equator 

They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators 

My weed will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an' 

I'm a black grenade that will blow up in yo' face 

With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose 

You never hear me say, "Forgiv me" 

I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it 

That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it 

You hidin', I make the president get a face lift 

Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets 

Chillin' in the lab wasted 

I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic 

Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site 

And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight 

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit 

'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick 

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit 

'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick 

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire 

Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers 

Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired 

Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire 

(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) 

Bitch didn't you read the flier? 

Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor 

(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired 

Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron 

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip 

My D-J's in a coma for 

Lettin' the record skip 

Lettin' the record skip 

Lettin' the record skip (Damn!) 

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin' 

It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion 

Some bitch asked for my autograph 

I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed 

I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam 

All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom 

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass crack 

Weed laced with somethin' nigga pass that 

In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats 

At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats 

Be your mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped 

The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack 

Run your motherfuckin' pockets, asap 

I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's 

Born loser, half thief and half black 

Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at 

Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked 

And found chopped up in a trash bag 

Stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell 

'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales 

Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace 

Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums 

I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle 

Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you 

Get executed, cause I'm a "Luni" 

I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted 

I cock it back then shoot it 

I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers 

Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers 

Brigade barricade to bring the noise 

While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys 

If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo 

A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo" 

I leave ya face leakin', run up in church 

And smack the preacher while he's preachin' 

Take a swing at the deacon 

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight 

I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake 

I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent 

I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent 

With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order 

I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water 

In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von 

Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb 

(Special delivery!) 

I signed to a local label for fun 

Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run 

Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son 

Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none 

Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun 

Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they funds 

Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some one's 

'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough 

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit 

'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick 

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit 

'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick 

Ha ha, suck my motherfuckin' dick 

D-12, Dirty motherfuckin' dozen 

Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands 

Bizarre kid 

Swifty McVeigh 

The Kon Artis 

The Kuniva 

Dirty Harry 

Ha ha, and Slim Shady