D-12 - Under The Influence

Текст песни D-12 - Under The Influence


So you can suck my dick if you dont like, my shit

Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!

Two pills I pop, til my pupils swell up like two pennies

Im clint eastwood in his mid-twenties

A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass

So the rats cant chew through his last pants

Im like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning

Frightened with five little white vicadin pills bitin him

Im like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost

Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle

Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle

So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin

[swifty] bitch its too late

[eminem] cause once youre hung from the drapes, its curtains


Im an instigator, .380 slug penetrator

Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters

Accused for every crime known through the equator

They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my gators

My weedll hit yo chest like a double barrel gauge an

Im a black grenade thatll blow up in yo face [blam]

With a fifth in me, when I guzzle remi I do shit on purpose

You never hear me say, "forgive me"

Im snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it

That weed I sold to you, brigade laced it

You hidin, I make the president get a facelift

Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets

Chillin in the lab wasted

Im the type thatll drink kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic

Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site

And even at the million man march, we gon fight

[chorus: (eminem)]

So you can suck my dick if you dont like, my shit

Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

Cause I dont give a fuck if you dont like, my shit

Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick


Im a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire

Slashin your tires, flyin down fenkel and meyers

Plates expired, soon as Im hired, Im fired

Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire

(hey, is bizarre performing? ) bitch didnt you read the flyer?

Special invited guest will be, richard pryor

(arent you a male dancer? ) nah bitch, Im retired

Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron

Im ripped, Im on an acid trip

My djs in a coma for lettin the record skip.. [needle pops]

Lettin the record skip.. [needle pops]

Lettin the record skip.. [needle pops] (damn!)

[dj reverses the record and scratches it back on beat]

Im fuckin anything when Im snortin

Its gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion

[dog whines] some bitch asked for my autograph

I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed

I drop bombs like I was in vietnam

All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom


Ayo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack

Weed laced with somethin [gun cocks] nigga pass that

In amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats

At a stop the violence rally, I blast gats

Be your mom on publishin, get your ascap-ped

The kuniva, divide up your cash stack

Run your motherfuckin pockets, asap

I dont need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch shaqs

Born loser, half theif and half black

Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at

Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they jag jacked

And found chopped up in a trash bag


We stranglin rappers until the point they cant yell

Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales

Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace

Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums

I grapple your adams apple until it crackle

Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you

Get executed, cuz Im a "luni"

I got a "yukmouth" and its polluted

I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers

Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers

Brigade barricade to bring the noise

While the bullets break your bones up like christmas toys

If I go solo, Im doin a song with bolo

A big chinese nigga, screamin "kuniva yo yo.."

I leave ya face leakin, run up in church

And smack the preacher while hes preachin

Take a swing at the deacon

[kon artis]

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight

I was straight til I got caught sellin em shake

Im ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent

I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent

With the superintendents daughter, my brains out of order

Ive been a kon artis since I was swimmin in water

In cahoots with this nigga named carlisle von

Who got fired from ups for tryin to send you a bomb

(special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun

Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run

Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son

Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none

Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun

Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they funds

Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some ones

til I met your fat mama, now Im rollin in dough



Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick

D-12.. dirty motherfuckin dozen

Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands

Bizarre kid

Swifty mcveigh

The kon artis

The kuniva

Dirty harry

Haha, and slim shady..

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