Chords for D12 - Quitter (Lyrics on screen) [Everlast Diss][HD]

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_ Yo, [D] I dedicate this [Dm]
to you.
[E] To all my fans, keeping y'all in hell.
The [Am] cell is mighty for it to go fuck himself.
Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart [E] condition.
And which I create, [A#] cause that's my mission.
So listen [Em] close to what we [D] say.
Because this type of bad [Am] claims can never be gained.
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you.
[Dm] I said you, cause I give respect.
I bet [E] you, I'm even liked better by your niece than Nick.
[Am] And I knew, hey friend, because lethal left arm.
Neck of wood, man, cause his record went [D] wood.
No respect in the [Dm] hood, led to his neck of the [E] woods.
Got in touch with his hood, found a red neck in his blood.
And [Am] said, hey, country, western rap records are good.
So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes.
[D] He can't rap or sing, but he wants to do both.
[E] Puts an album out on rules for part of the year.
Then cheap [Am] rock and then big stick come from outta nowhere.
This is the start of an era, rock rap's harder this [D] year.
No one's trying to hear, so I'm fucking on [Dm] fart in the chair.
Sitting [E] on stage, strumming acoustic guitar in your ears.
[Am] Start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea.
You can diss me to jumpstart your career.
I'll punch you in your fucking chest [Dm] with your heart kicks in gear.
And fuck you underground [C] parties, nameless crew.
[D] They all say they name so [Am] they can be famous too.
You just a quitter, you bitter cause I [Dm] came alone.
It's a house of pain to lose.
[E] Talk about my little girl in a song [Am] like that, I'ma kill you.
I'ma kill you.
You just a quitter, you bitter cause I came [Dm] alone.
It's a house of pain to [E] lose.
Talk about my little girl in a song like that, [Am] I'ma kill you.
I'ma kill you.
Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke to the rap [Dm] you wrote.
Your fucking answer back's a joke.
[E] And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the truth.
The [Am] reason why you dissed me first and I answered you.
You said I passed you in the lobby and I glanced at you like [Dm] I ain't noticed you.
Bitch, I had a show [D] to do.
Like I'm supposed to [B] be starstruck, come over to you.
[Am] You better shut your fucking mouth while you owe it to two.
Back in 94, they're pumping the show for you.
[D] Rock the crowd better, stole the whole show from you.
[B] Took your motherfucking DJ and stole him too.
[D] So you fall in a slump and get all emotional.
So now you're singing Nick Frank with blues and plucked strings.
[Dm] Confused as fuck cause now your music [D] sucks dick.
[Em] Mr.
Mr.
Ass kisser to get accepted and rap [Am] wicker but never lasted.
Everlast is a quitter.
You bitter cause I [Dm] came alone.
It's a house of pain to lose.
[E] Talk about my little girl in a song like that, I'ma [Am] kill you.
I'ma kill you.
Just a quitter.
[F] You bitter cause I came [D] alone.
It's a [Dm] house of pain to lose.
[E] Talk about my little girl in a song like that, [Am] I'ma kill you.
I'ma kill you.
Alright, listen.
This is what we ask of our [D] fans.
Ever see [Dm] Everlast?
Whoop his ass.
[E] Hit him with [Em] sticks.
Bricks.
Rocks.
Throw shit [Am] 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 [D] for Limp.
Do it for Rock.
Do it for Rap.
Do it [E] for Kid.
Do it for Ice-T.
Do it just to do it.
Fuck it.
[Am] He's a bitch.
He ain't gonna hit you back.
He's nothing.
Said in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's.
[D] And there'll be bussing tables and that bitch cleaning the toilets.
[Bm] Ay yo.
Fuck [A] this.
Cut this shit off.
[G] Ay yo head.
That's why I fucked your mother.
[Am] Fat motherfucker.
Kill [Dm] Whitey.
Ha ha.
_ [Em] He trying.
What?
_ Kill [A] Whitey.
_ Kill [Am] Whitey.
First off, fuck your songs and this shit you [Dm] say.
Yes my wife, but at least I got a bitch who [Em] gay.
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish [Am] white.
So fuck you fat boy.
Drop the mic.
Let's fight.
Plus I fucked you in the chest.
Weak hearts I [Dm] rent.
Whitey 440 and white.
Lethargic [Em] ass nithead.
I keep on coming while you running out [A] of breath.
Letty ducking while I'm punching at your chest.
[Am] You need to rest.
Die lady.
Go ask your people how [Dm] I leave you with your three CDs nobody sees [Em] when they release.
Ever since I'm fucking around with [Am] real MCs.
You ain't ready for no underground beat.
So fuck geeks.
I let you faggots know it's on for [Dm] life.
But ever last might die tonight.
Ha [Em] ha.
Fat boy murdered on wax and [A] killed.
Fuck with me and take a heart pill.
You [Am] know.
Grab your ladies when you see Slim [Dm] Shady.
Call the doctor to heal your [Em] heart.
They shutting you back [Am] to life at the clinic.
What you bout to give me laps any minute.
Homie I hit him up.
Ha ha ha.
[Dm] Yo check this out.
You faggots [Em] ain't even on my level.
I'm a little D12 [Am] rider.
You bitch made ass.
Faggot.
Yo get out the way yo.
Get out the way [Dm] yo.
Whitey 4's heart just stopped.
[Em] And my little shot be back.
He had another heart [Am] attack.
Whitey 4 getting his ass floored for talking back to little faggot.
And I'm rubbing up.
I'll show you [Dm] what I'm rubbing up.
At your own restaurant while I'm [Em] serving up.
Drop and stomp your whole heart to [A] the south.
Call the cops.
I'm a beat your ass.
Whitey what.
Now we got the whole industry making fun of you [D] Eric.
What's your house of pain now.
There's only one of you [Em] Eric.
You a petty coward.
You ain't ready to steady go [Am] around.
So kill us some 7 miles of the motherfucking Bel-Air Bridge.
Grab 380's when you see Slim [Dm] Shady.
Call the doctor to heal your [Em] heart.
They shot you back to life at [Am] the clinic.
What you bout to give me laps any minute.
Homie I hit him up.
Got in his ass and now this faggot want [Dm] to mention me still.
This ain't no freestyle battle ever [Em] last.
He been killed with his chest open.
Try [A] to throw a fucking punch but you just choking.
Having a stroke and now you learn why.
[Am] Crackers never earn the [Dm] dime.
Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to [Em] rhyme.
Talking bout you packing pistols but it's funny to [A] me.
You ain't never been in trouble you just want to be [Am] me.
I'm a pale faced killer whale.
On [D] his way to fucking prison pistol whipping tail.
[Em] Eric remember when I passed you in the lobby that [Am] day.
This shit was obvious [A] you probably was gay.
Now it's all [Am] about country.
You gave us your [Dm] bop.
49,000 copies.
The weakest shit [Em] drop.
While my sales making records break.
Two [A] and a half million scammed by the second week.
Motherfucker I hit him up.
I'm gonna be transparent tonight.
For bullets pay [D] you in half.
Fuck the music we got a Uzi for all [Em] you fags.
Get this shit out of my stereo.
Violate, [A] you violate.
Now you about to get annihilated.
We gon' bury you.
Parascience get choked up and yoked up.
[D] All you underground bitches get your dropes cut.
What [Em] the fuck is you stupid?
I took righty broad with a [A] spunky guitar chord.
And stuffed him in cardboard.
Chopped up in a box with [Am] 16 parts.
I skunked on [Dm] his heart.
He quailed at me.
He didn't ruck the mother why [Em] you are.
Hit the restaurant lock and block the [Am] door.
Cause we hit him up like motherfucking Tupac Shakur.
You a black Jesus.
Heart attack [D] seizures.
Do Renny cheeseburgers.
McDonald's Big Mac [Em] Reese's.
White devil.
Washed [Am] up homie.
Mixed up cracker.
Crossed over the country.
Oh, hey yo.
Fuck this shit off.
Shit.
[F] Fuck him.
That's it.
I'm done.
I [F#] promise.
I'm done.
[G] That's it.
No more.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I promise.
I just believe in kicking a man while he's down.
God.
Damn. I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fucking punk.
Hey yo.
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