I`ll s**t on you, da, da, da, da
I`ll s**t on you, da, da, da, da
I`ll s**t on you, da, da, da, da
I`ll s**t on you, da, da, da, da

I`ll s**t on you, I will s**t
I`ll s**t on you, girl, you know
I`ll s**t on you, bitch or man
I`ll s**t on you, I will s**t

I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin` bombs to the back of record companies
Blow `em up if they ain`t want me
The national guard, they scared to hunt me

I love beef, I got you hoes duckin` me
A drug thief, bitch, I`ll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep yo ass away from my corner
I drown ni**as in hundred-degree saunas

You can act a fool if you wanna
(Bitch)
It`s this lyrical piranha, strapped with a grenade
In the pool with your mama

Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin` up like a condom
Slap it if you muthaf**kas got a problem
When I see `em, you hoes endin` up in a f**kin` mausoleum

Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BMW
Pull in the garage while you screamin`
Keep the motor on, then I`m leavin`
I`ll s**t on you

I will s**t on you, I don`t care who you are
I`ll s**t on you, I don`t give a f**k about you or your car
F**k your house, f**k your jewelry
And f**k your watch, f**k your wife
F**k your kids, f**k your family, I`ll s**t on you

I`m a alcoholic with the f**kin` toilet
Pass the hot dogs, bitch, shut your f**kin` mouth
(Bizarre, aren`t you Islamic?)
I`ma keep eatin` till Richard Simmons comes to my house
With a chain saw to cut me out

I`ll f**k your wife, I had sex since I met her
I`m to busy f**kin`, your 12 year old baby sitter
And all women ain`t s**t, only good for cookin`
Cleanin`, and suckin` dick and that`s it

I was responsible for killin` John Candy
I got Jonbenet Ramsey in my 98 Camry
I don`t give a f**k who you are, I`ll s**t on anybody
Truly yours the idiotic Bizarre

My adolescent years weren`t s**t to what I do now
I never grew up I was born grown and grew down
The older I get, the dumber the s**t I get in
The more ignorant the incident is I fit in

Ignorin` the s**t, how boring it gets
When there`s no one to hit
I don`t know when to quit throwin` a fit
I know I`m a bit flaky but they make me

It`s they who raised me and say the can take me
It`s they who`s legs I brake and make achy
It`s they who mistake me and make me so angry
I`ll s**t on you, I`ll spit on you
Start pissin` then do the opposite on you

You weren`t listenin`, I said, I`ll cop a squat on you and
Start spillin` my guts like chicken cordon bleu
And straight s**t like notorious big did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album, pull my pants down

I will s**t on you, I don`t care who you are
I`ll s**t on you, I don`t give a f**k about you or your car
F**k your house, f**k your jewelry
And f**k your watch, f**k your wife
F**k your kids, f**k your family, I`ll s**t on you

Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I`m sicker than he was prior to him dyin`
Born brainless, this steel ain`t stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang it

Bitch, brang it, these ni**as that I hang wit
Will hang you up naked by your ankles danglin`
My needa stays stranglin`, I don`t need your help
If you gon` give me the pussy, I`ll unloosen my belt

I`ll punch your daddy not, your moms kinda c**k
Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks
Buck 50 cross yo neck, floss yo tek
I`ll beat you wit it across yo chest

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 your peeps down worst than Steve Stout

Put you in choke holds, I learned last week
From the police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
I see hoes bitin`, y`all don`t wanna brawl
Thats like D-bo fightin` Peablo Bryson

So, what you hollering and yelling about
I`ll reach in your mouth and pull your f**kin` skeleton out
Ni**as get hit wit a two piece, bling, bling
With a poisonous sting, I`m such a violent thing

I will s**t on you, I don`t care who you are
I`ll s**t on you, I don`t give a f**k about you or your car
F**k your house, f**k your jewelry
And f**k your watch, f**k your wife
F**k your kids, f**k your family, I`ll s**t on you

Once I get on 2 hits of X
My disk slips and disconnects
Till I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still s**t on the first bitch who disrespects

Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
And puts 5 more zainiac than maniacs in action

A rat pack in black jackets, who pack 10, 9 millimetres
5 criminals pullin` heaters and spillin` liters of blood like swimmin` pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lotta people say misoginistic which is true

I don`t deny it, matter of fact, I stand by it
So, please stand by it and start up a damn riot
If you don`t wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child, I`ll s**t on you

I will s**t on you, I don`t care who you are
I`ll s**t on you, I don`t give a f**k about you or your car
I`ll s**t on you, f**k your house, f**k your jewelry and f**k your watch
I`ll s**t on you, I will f**k you wife if you f**k with me, I`ll s**t on you
You heard me, bitch, I`ll s**t on you, D-12 will s**t on you, I`ll s**t on you

Your life, your wife, your kids, your car
I`ll s**t on you, your house, your spouse
Your rings, your things
I`ll s**t on you, I`ll s**t on you
I`ll s**t on you, I`ll s**t on you