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Under The Influence (Ft. D12)

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[00:02.39] Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le

[00:04.89] Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation:)

[00:09.89] So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

[00:14.64] ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

[00:20.39] Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies

[00:23.14] I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties

[00:25.89] A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back

[00:27.64] Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants

[00:30.39] I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin'

[00:32.39] And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him

[00:35.29] I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost

[00:37.54] Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls

[00:40.28] I light a candle and place it up on the mantel

[00:42.28] Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle

[00:45.04] So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'

[00:47.29] (Bitch, it's too late)

[00:48.04] ‘Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

[00:50.03] I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator

[00:52.29] Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters

[00:55.04] Accused for every crime known through the equator

[00:57.29] They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators

[00:59.79] My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and

[01:02.04] I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face

[01:04.54] With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose

[01:08.04] You never hear me say, "Forgive me"

[01:09.79] I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it

[01:12.54] That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it

[01:14.54] You hidin', I make the President get a facelift

[01:17.04] Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets

[01:19.53] Chillin' in the lab wasted, I'm the type

[01:21.79] That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic

[01:24.28] Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight

[01:26.78] And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

[01:29.29] So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

[01:34.03] ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

[01:39.03] ‘Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit

[01:44.04] ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

[01:49.04] I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire

[01:51.79] Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers

[01:54.28] Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired

[01:56.53] Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire

[01:58.79] (Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?

[02:01.28] The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor

[02:04.04] (Aren't you a male dancer?) No, bitch, I'm retired

[02:06.28] Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron

[02:09.04] I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip

[02:11.03] My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip

[02:14.03] Lettin' the record skip, lettin' the record skip (Damn!)

[02:19.03] I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'

[02:21.04] It's gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion

[02:24.03] Some bitch asked for my autograph

[02:26.03] I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed

[02:28.78] I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam

[02:31.28] All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom

[02:33.53] Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack

[02:37.04] Weed laced with somethin'– nigga, pass that!

[02:39.53] In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats

[02:41.78] At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats

[02:44.53] BMI on publishin'; get yo' ass capped

[02:47.04] The Kuniva, divide up yo' cash stack

[02:49.53] Run yo' motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP

[02:52.04] I don't need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaq's

[02:54.54] Born loser, half thief and half black

[02:57.04] Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at

[02:59.54] Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked

[03:02.04] And found chopped up in a trash bag

[03:03.53] We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell

[03:05.79] ‘Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales

[03:08.29] Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace

[03:10.78] Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums

[03:13.28] I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle

[03:15.79] Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you

[03:17.79] Get executed, ‘cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth

[03:21.29] And it's polluted; I cock it back, then shoot it

[03:23.54] I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers

[03:25.54] Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers

[03:28.53] Brigade barricade to bring the noise

[03:30.53] While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys

[03:33.04] If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo

[03:35.53] A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo!"

[03:38.54] I leave ya face leakin', run up in church

[03:40.54] And smack the preacher while he's preachin'

[03:41.79] Take a swing at the deacon

[03:43.04] I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight

[03:45.29] I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' them shake

[03:48.04] I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent

[03:50.28] I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent

[03:52.53] With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order

[03:55.29] I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water

[03:57.54] In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von

[04:00.04] Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb

[04:02.54] (Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun

[04:05.03] Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run

[04:07.53] Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son

[04:09.79] Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none

[04:12.28] Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun

[04:14.79] Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they funds

[04:17.29] Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some ones

[04:19.78] 'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

[04:22.29] So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

[04:27.03] ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

[04:32.04] ‘Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit

[04:37.03] ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

[04:42.54] Ha-ha! Suck my motherfuckin' dick!

[04:50.03] D12, Dirty-motherfuckin'-Dozen

[04:58.29] Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands

[05:04.54] Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis

[05:12.53] The Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady