Quitter Lyrics - Eminem

(Eminem) 

Yo. I dedicate to this. to yo. 

{*imitating Slick Rick*} 

To all my fans, keepin y'all in health 

Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself 

Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin 

which I create, cause that's my mission 

So listen close, to what we say 

because this type of fag claims to never be gay, I. 

{*rapping normally*} 

. knew you was jealous from the day that I met you 

I upset you, cause I get respect. I bet you (boy) 

I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!) 

And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you 

Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood 

No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods 

Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his 

blood 

Related 

The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!" 

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes 

He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha) 

Puts an album out and rules for part of the year 

then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come 

from 

out of nowhere 

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year 

No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair 

sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear 

So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an 

idea 

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career 

I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch) 

And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew 

Like I'ma say they 

names 

so they can be famous too 

Check Out 

Refresh Your Christmas Playlist With These 10 Modern Holiday Tracks 

The Best Karaoke Songs Ever, Ranked 

From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist 

Can You Guess The Song By The Emojis? 

(Chorus 2X: Eminem *sung*) 

You just a. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along 

and the days of House of Pain are gone 

And if you talk about my little girl in a song again 

I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) 

(Eminem) 

Yo. heart attack to stroke 

from 

the crack you smoke 

to the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer back's a joke 

And I'ma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth 

The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you 

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you 

like I ain't notice you? BITCH, I had a show to do! 

Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you 

You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two 

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you 

Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you 

Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too 

So you fall in a slump and get all emotional 

So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings 

Confused as fuck cause now your 

music 

sucks dick 

Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap 

quicker but never last, and Everlast is a. 

(Chorus) 

Aight listen (look) 

So this is what we ask of our fans 

If you ever see Everlast, WHOOP HIS ASS 

Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him 

Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him 

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp 

Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid 

Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it 

He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin! 

Shit in five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's" 

And he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets 

Aiyyo. fuck this, cut this shit off 

{*music stops*} 

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker! 

{*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*} 

Kill Whitey! - Hahaha 

Kill Whitey! - Detroit! What? What? 

Kill Whitey! - . yo, yo 

Kill Whitey! - Haha! Look 

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say 

Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay 

You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White 

So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight 

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip 

Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead 

I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath 

Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest 

Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya 

with your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released 

Evidence, don't fuck around with 

real 

MC's 

who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks 

I let you faggots know it's on for life 

but Everlast might die tonight, haha 

Fat boy murdered on wax and killed 

Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know! 

(Chorus: Eminem) 

Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady 

Call the doctor to heal your heart 

They shocked you back to life at the clinic 

but you 'bout to get relapsed any minute 

Honkey, I hit 'em up! 

Hahaha, yo 

check 

this out 

You faggots ain't even on my level 

I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots! 

(Kon Artis) 

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo 

Whitey Ford's heart just stopped 

Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack 

Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back 

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are 

At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya 

Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops 

Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch 

(Kuniva) 

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik 

Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik 

You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round 

with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge 

(Chorus) 

(Eminem) 

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still 

this ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed 

with his chest open 

Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin 

Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime 

cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme 

Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me 

You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me 

I'm a paleface killer whale 

on his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha 

Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day? 

That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha 

Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop 

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop 

while my 

sales 

makin records break 

Two and a half million scanned by the second week 

Motherfucker I hit 'em up! 

(Proof) 

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half 

Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags 

Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated 

Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you 

Iriscience get choked up and yoked up 

All you underground bitches get your throats cut 

(Swifty) 

What the fuck?! Is you stupid? 

I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord 

and 

stuff 

him in cardboard, chopped up in a box 

with sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart 

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch 

Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door 

Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur 

(Eminem) 

You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures 

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases 

White devil, washed up honkey 

Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country 

{*laughing*} 

Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off 

{*needle drags, beat stops*} 

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it 

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise 

I just believe in kickin a man while he's down 

God damn! I quit 

Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin punk