Corrección Letra sh*t On You (A Cappella) par Eminem

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Letra

I'll sh*t on you, ha
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, I'll sh*t on you
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, I'll sh*t on you
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, I'll sh*t on you
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, I'll sh*t on you (Haha)
I will sh*t on you
I'll sh*t on you
Girl you know, it's true
I'll sh*t on you
b*t*h or man, or dude
I'll sh*t on you
I will sh*t on you (Swifty McVay)

I remain
Fatter than gluttony, tapin' bombs on the back of record companies (Uh-huh)
Blow 'em up if they ain't wantin' me
The National Guards, they scared of huntin' me
I love beef; I got you hoes ducking me
A drug thief, b*t*h, I'll take your marijuana
These slugs'll keep your ass away from my corner
I drown n***as in hundred-degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (b*t*h)
It's this lyrical piranha, strapped with a grenade
In the pool with ya mama, attack her by the legs (Uh-huh)
Then I pull her to the bottom (Yeah,) Swift's nuttin' up like a condom
Slappin' if you f**kers got a problem
When I see 'em (Uh-huh,) you hoes ending up in a f**kin' mausolеum
Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM (b*t*h)
Pull in the garagе while you screamin' (Uh-huh)
Keep the motor on then I'm leavin', I'll sh*t on you
I will sh*t on you I don't care who you are
I'll sh*t on you
I don't give a f**k about you or your car
I'll sh*t on you
f**k your house, f**k your jewel'ry and f**k your watch
I'll sh*t on you
f**k your wife, f**k your kids, f**k your family
I'll s...

I'm a alcoholic, where's the f**king toilet?
Pass the hot dog (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?)
b*t*h, shut your f**king mouth, I'ma keep eatin' 'til Richard Simmons
Comes to my house with a chainsaw to cut me out ([?])
I'll f**k your wife; I had sex since I met her
Too busy f**kin' a twelve-year-old baby sitter (Hehehe)
And all women ain't sh*t
Only good for cookin', cleanin', and suckin' d**k, and that's it (I said it)
I'm responsible for killin' John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry (She's lost)
I don't give a f**k who you are
I'll sh*t on anybody; truly yours, the idiotic Bizarre

My adolescent years weren't sh*t to what I do now
I never grew up, I was born grown and grew down
The older I get, the dumber the sh*t I get in
The more ignorant, the incident is I fit in
Ignoring the sh*t how boring it gets
When there's no one to hit, I don't know when to quit throwin' a fit (Nope)
I know I'm a bit flaky, but they make me
It's they who egged me and say they can take me
It's they who legs I break and make achy
'Cause they who mistake me make me so angry
(I'll sh*t on you!) I'll spit on you
Start p*ssin' and do the opposite on you
You weren't listenin', I said I'll cop a squat on you
Start spilling my guts like chicken cordon bleu and
Straight sh*t like Notorious B.I.G. did to that b*t*h
On his skit on his last album, pull my pants down and
I will sh*t on you I don't care who you are
I'll sh*t on you
I don't give a f**k about you or your car
I'll sh*t on you
f**k your house, f**k your jewel'ry and f**k your watch
I'll sh*t on you
f**k your wife, f**k your kids, f**k your family
I'll sh*t on you

Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin' (What?!)
Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
b*t*h, bring it, these n***as that I hang with'll
Hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (Come on, let me down)
My need I stay strangling, I don't need your help
If you won't give me the pu**y, I don't loosen my belt (I'll sh*t on you!)
I'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda c*ck
Your sister's teen crush, your aunt's supply of rocks
Buck fifty cross your neck
Floss your TEC; I'll beat you wit' it across your chest

Yo, it's only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun, when I'm drunk, I'll run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat ya peeps down worse than Steve Stoute
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
(Hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like Deebo fighting Peabo Bryson (I'll sh*t on you)
f**k what you hollerin' and yellin' about
I'll reach in your mouth and pull your f**kin' skeleton out
n***as get hit wit' a two piece (Bling bling)
Wit' a poisonous sting, I'm such a violent thing
I will sh*t on you I don't care who you are
I'll sh*t on you
I don't give a f**k about you or your car
I'll sh*t on you
f**k your house, f**k your jewel'ry and f**k your watch
I'll sh*t on you
f**k your wife, f**k your kids, f**k your family
I'll sh*t on you

Once I get on two
Hits of ex' my disk slips and disconnects
'Til I walk around this b*t*h with a twisted neck
But still sh*t on the first b*t*h who disrespects
(C'mon, I'll sh*t on you) Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
It puts five more zany actin' maniacs in action
A Rat Pack in black jackets who pack ten
Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
And spilling liters of blood like swimming pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at b*t*hes too
A lot of people say misogynistic which is true
I don't deny it, matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by as I start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet (Get back)
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child, I'll sh*t on you

I will sh*t on you I don't care who you are
I'll sh*t on you
I don't give a f**k about you or your car
I'll sh*t on you
f**k your house, f**k your jewel'ry and f**k your watch
I'll sh*t on you
I will f**k your wife if you f**k with me (Psst)
I'll sh*t on you

You heard me (Haha)
b*t*h, I'll sh*t on you
D12 will sh*t on you
Your life, your wife, your kids, your car
I'll sh*t on you
Your house, your spouse, your rings, your things
I'll sh*t on you
I'll sh*t on you
I'll sh*t on you

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