sh*t Can Happen lyrics

by

D12


[Intro: Rondell Beene & Eminem]
b*tch
Yeah
sh*t can happen, sh*t can happen
sh*t can happen, sh*t can happen
sh*t can happen, sh*t can happen
sh*t can happen, sh*t can happen

[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
That's right motherf*ckers, we back
Same slanging, orangatanging, 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 n*ggas don't get it yet, do you?
Deal or not, platinum or flop, I still put it through you
With a Luger that'll spit fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a b*tch 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 gon' see these Runyon Ave. n*ggas that really need some Prozac
Fo' sho' that, ask the others, Brigade'll lay you down
Next to your mother's mother's grandmother

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight, ready to fight (What up, dawg?)
And half the n*ggas I give dap to I don't even like (What up?)
The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
I gives a f*ck about it like the next L.A. Clippers' game (f*cking b*tch)
I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom (Punk)
You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em (That's right)
Who call theyself screaming about a challenge (What?)
n*gga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even your ho said it (Uh-huh)
She was knock kneed, I f*cked her, now she's bow-legged
In the middle of rapping, I drop the mic (What?)
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping (b*tch)
Kuniv' and Kon Artis, my n*gga, we get it cracking (That's right)
While the paramedics pick you up, we on the side, laughing (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
[Chorus: Kon Artis]
sh*t can happen
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
sh*t can happen
sh*t can happen to him and yo' ass
sh*t can happen
You can be touched, don't think you can't
sh*t can happen
'Cause n*ggas ain't f*ckin around no more, man
sh*t can happen
This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
sh*t can happen
sh*t can happen to him and yo' ass
sh*t can happen
You can be touched, don't think you can't
sh*t can happen
'Cause n*ggas ain't f*ckin around no more, man

[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]
The feds can't hold me (Why?), I hold feds
I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head (Uh-huh)
Raining acid (Man), you can't refrain from getting yo' ass kicked
'Cause you talk too much, you asked for it (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm on some massive sh*t, everybody ignore me
They wouldn't f*ck with me if I was performing at an orgy
These n*ggas get confronted, then they change stories (What up now?)
I cut you and they thinking everything's hunky dory
I even have you pouring me the gasoline for me
Pulling up slowly, c*cktailing your homie
You met a lot of n*ggas, but you wouldn't wanna know me (For real)
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, n*gga please, yo' people die
I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally (Uh-huh)
I survived the abortion immediately, surprise (Aah!)
[Verse 4: Eminem & Kon Artis]
Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting (sh*t)
Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns
So when the cops come knocking each hand's got one
c*cked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs
One man army, guns can't harm me
Young and ornery, 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 at censorship
Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some sh*t on Infinite
I've been giving it a hundred and ten percent
'Cause when I vent, most of my energy's spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennessy (*burp*)
Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
10's because I love being under your skin, yeah (sh*t)
sh*t can happen, so stick to rapping
Quit the yapping or I'ma lift the MAC and
That can lead to another mishap happening
Skip the crap, get the can of whoopass cracking

[Chorus: Kon Artis]
sh*t can happen
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
sh*t can happen
sh*t can happen to him and yo' ass
sh*t can happen
You can be touched, don't think you can't
sh*t can happen
'Cause n*ggas ain't f*ckin around no more, man
sh*t can happen
This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
sh*t can happen
sh*t can happen to him and yo' ass
sh*t can happen
You can be touched, don't think you can't
sh*t can happen
'Cause n*ggas ain't f*ckin around no more, man
[Outro: Eminem]
sh*t can happen
It can and it will (n*gga, n*gga)
sh*t can happen
f*ck around with Amityville
sh*t can happen
And you die, insanity spills
sh*t can happen
From the mentality of twelve motherf*ckers
sh*t can happen
In six different bodies with their personalities split
sh*t can happen
f*cking you up with hit after hit
sh*t can happen
Sticking you up with clip after clip
sh*t can happen
Making you suck di*k after di*k
sh*t can happen
Dirty motherf*cking dozen
sh*t can happen
The Kon Artis
sh*t can happen
Motherf*cking Peter S. Bizarre
Swifty McVay
The Kuniva
Dirty father-f*cking Harry
Putting you down in a cemetery
You get buried
All you of you motherf*ckers
Suck our motherf*cking c*cks
We are not playing
We are not playing
We are not bullsh*tting
This is not a motherf*cking joke
All of you motherf*ckers get smoked
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