Under The Influence

(feat. D12)

(Gibberish) translation:

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit

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

[Eminem]

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

I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-20's

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

So the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin'

Frightened with five little white Vicaden pills bitin' him

I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost

Stingin' the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle

Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle

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

(Bitch it's too late)

'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's "curtains"

[Swifty]

I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator

They bring creative murders to kill haters

Accused for every crime known to the equator

They knew I did it, for havin' blood on my gators

My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled gauge'er

I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face

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

You'll never hear me say "forgive me"

I'm snatchin' every penny, it's gotta be that way

Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced it

You had it, I'll make the President get a face-lift

Niggas just afraid, handin' me their bracelets

Chillin' in the lab wasted

I'm the type that'll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on the mic

Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight

And even at the Million Man March, we gonna fight

Chorus:

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit

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

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit

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

[Bizarre]

I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire

Slash your tires, find out, thinkin' they're mine

Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm fired

Jackin' my dick off in a band of barbed wires

"Hey, is Bizarre performing?"

Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?

Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor

"Aren't you a male dancer?"

Naw bitch, I'm retired, for fuckin' a bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip

My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip

Lettin' the record skip - lettin' the record skip

(reverse revolving of record)

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'

It's gonna cost $300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion

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 are hoes, even my stinkin' ass moms

[Proof]

Ayo flashback, two seats, too deep up in that asscrack

Weed laced with somethin', nigga pass that

And after then we go to hang out with hashrats

At a Stop The Violence rally

I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing

Get your ass capped, the Cauniva divider

Yo cash that, run your motherfuckin' pockets

ASAP, I don't need a platinum chain

Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's, born loser

Half-thief and half-black

Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at

Bitch smack 'em, bitch rappers get ejac-jacked

Found chopped-up in a trash bag

[Cuniva]

Stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell

'Cause their crew is full of fags that're sweeter than bake sales

Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace

Cruisin' and causin' more trouble than nine hoodlums

I rattle your Adam's Apple until it crackles

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

Get executed, 'cause I'm a looney

I got an adept mind, and it's polluted

I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers

Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers

Brigades barricade to bring the noise

Watch the bullets wrap your bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo

A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Ihava yo-yo"

I'll leave your face leakin'

Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin'

Take a swing at the deacon

[Con Artis]

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight

I was straight until I got caught sellin' em shaped

I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent

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

While the superintendent thought up, my brain's out of order

I've been a con artis since I was swimmin' in water

And cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Tom (?)

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 an advancement and run

Ride by 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' niggas run up they funds

Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some one's

'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

(chorus)

Suck my motherfuckin' dick...

D-12... Dirty motherfuckin' Dozen...

Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fuckin' husbands...

Bizarre kid... Swifty McBay... The Con Artis... The Cuniva... Dirty Harry...

Haha, and Slim Shady...