Quitter

Yo i dedicate to this to you

To all my fans keeping y'all in health

Let's tell this whitey ford to go fuck himself

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

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

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

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 ear rock rap's harder this year

No one's trying to hear some fucking old fart in a chair

Sitting on stage strumming 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 fucking chest til your heart kicks in gear

Fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew

Like i'm a say they names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter and you bitter cause i came along

And the days of house of pain are gone

Talk about my little girl in a song again

I'm a kill you i'm a kill you

You just a quitter and you bitter cause i came along

And the days of house of pain are gone

Talk about my little girl in a song again

I'm a kill you i'm a kill you

Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke

To the rap you wrote your fucking answer back's a joke

And i'm a tell these mother fucking 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 fucking 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 mother fucking 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 ever last is a

Quitter and you bitter cause i came along

And the days of house of pain are gone

Talk about my little girl in a song again

I'm a kill you i'm a kill you

Just a quitter and you bitter cause i came along

And the days of house of pain are gone

Talk about my little girl in a song again

I'm a kill you i'm a kill you

Uh look

So this is what we ask of our fans

If you ever see ever last 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 go hit you back he's nothing

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at whitey's

And he'll be bussing tables in that bitch cleaning the toilets