Shit Can Happen [Croatian translation]

Bitch

Yeah...

[1] - Shit can happen [8X]

[Kon Artis]

Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo

That's right motherfuckers we back

Same slanging, orangatangin, wilding out on hoodrats

They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi

And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless...

You niggas don't get it yet do you

Dealing out platinum or flop I still put it through you

Wit a luger that'll spit fire

And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah

You think for one second since we got a deal

That we won't deal wit you in front of St Andrew's still?

You gay rappers better learn that

I won't stop until I see 'em turn back

If you don't slow that roll you got

You gonna see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac

For' sure' that, ask the others

But gator lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother

[Kuniva]

You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight

Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like

The same cat who never gave a damn about your name

I gives a fuck about it like the next selling Clippers' game

I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom

You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em

Who call theyself screaming about a challenge

Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent

My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it

She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow legged

In the middle of rappin I drop the mic

And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin

Kuniva and Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking

While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing

[HOOK: 1- in background]

[Kon Artis]

Now this aint funny so don't you dare laugh

Shit can happen in him and yo' ass

You can be touched don't think you can't

Cause niggas aint fucking around no more man [repeat]

[Swifty McVay]

The feds can't hold me, I hold feds

I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head

Raining acid, you can't refrain from gettin yo' ass kicked

Cause you talk too much you ask for it

I'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore me

They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performin at an orgy

These niggas get confronted, then they change stories

I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory

I even have you pour me the gasoline for me

Pulling up slowly, cocktailin' your homie [CRASH]

You met a lot niggas which you wouldn't wanna know me

Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your rollie

Don't even try, in your system like e coli

Trying to beef with me, nigga please yo' people die

I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally

I survived the abortion immediately, SURPRISE! AH!

[Eminem]

Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin

Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns

So when the cops come knocking each hand's got one

Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs

One man army, guns can't harm me

Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie

Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me

I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry

Middle fingers flipped and censorship

Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship

Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite

I been giving it a hundred and ten percent

Cause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on enemies

Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennessey

Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin

Ten's because I love being under your skin

Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin

Quit the yappin or I'ma lift the mack and

That can lead to another mishap happening

Skip the crap get the can of whoopass cracking

[HOOK]

[1- continues in background]

[Eminem]

It can and it will (nigga)

Fuck around with Amityville and you DIE

Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies

With their personalities split

Fucking you up wit hit after hit

Sticking you up with clip after clip

Making you suck dick after dick

Dirty motherfucking dozen

The Kon Artis, motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the Kuniva

Dirty father fucking Harry

Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get buried

All you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cocks

We are not playing, we are not playing

We are not bullshittin, this is not a motherfucking joke...

• Artist:D12
• Album:Devil's Night (2001)