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Текст песни Quitter от исполнителя D12

    Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...

    To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
    Let's tell this whitey ford to go fuck himself
    Cuz it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in
    Which I create, cuz that's my mission
    So listen close, to what we say, because...
    This type of fag claims that every gay

    I, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
    I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
    I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
    Now you hate fred because leathal left you
    Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood
    No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods
    Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood
    And said, heck, country western rap records are good!
    So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes
    He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
    Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
    Then kid rock and limp bizkit come from out of nowhere
    It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
    No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
    Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
    So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idear
    Figured you can diss me to jump start your career
    I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear
    Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew
    Like i'ma say their names so they can be famous too

    [chorus]

    You just a...

    Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
    And your days of house of pain are gone
    If you talk about my little girl in a song again
    I'ma kill you (i'ma kill you)

    You just a...

    Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
    And your days of house of pain are gone
    If you talk about my little girl in a song again
    I'ma kill you (i'ma kill you)

    Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
    To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke
    And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the truth
    The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
    You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
    Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do
    Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
    You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
    Back in 94 limp opened a show for you
    Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
    Took your motherfuckin dj and stole him too
    So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
    So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
    Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick
    Mister mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap
    Quicker but never last and everlast is a...

    Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
    And your days of house of pain are gone
    If you talk about my little girl in a song again
    I'ma kill you (i'ma kill you)

    You just a...

    Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
    And your days of house of pain are gone
    If you talk about my little girl in a song again
    I'ma kill you (i'ma kill you)

    Aiight look...
    So this is what we ask of our fans
    If you ever see everlast, whoop his ass
    Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
    Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him
    Do it for me, do it for fred, do it for limp
    Do it for rock, do it for rap, do it for ken
    Do it for ice t, do it just to do it, fuck it
    He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin
    Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at whitey's
    And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
    Hey yo...

    [eminem speaks]

    Fuck this, cut this shit off. hey yo, head.
    That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker

    [scratching/2 pac's hit 'em up]

    Kill whitey, hahaha kill whitey, detroit, what what!
    Yo, yo, look, look, kill whitey

    First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
    Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
    You claim to be a muslum, but you irish-white
    So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
    Plus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
    Whitey ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dick head
    I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath
    Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
    Dialated go ask your people how I leave ya
    With your three cds nobody sees, when they released
    Evidence, don't fuck around with real emcees
    Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
    I let you faggots know it's on for life
    But everlast might die tonight, haha
    Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
    Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

    [eminem/chorus]

    Grab 380s when you see slim shady
    Call the doctor to heal your heart
    They shocked you back to life at the clinic
    But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up

    [eminem talking...]

    Hahaha, yo, check this out, you faggots ain't even on my level.
    I'ma let d12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots!

    [kon artis]

    Yo, get out the way, yo get out the way, yo
    Whitey ford's heart just stopped
    Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
    Whitey ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back
    Little faggot amarillo, I show you what murders are ?
    At your own restuarant while I'm servin ya
    Drop and stomp your whole heart til it stops
    Call the cops, i'ma beat your ass while he walks [in locks? ]

    [kuniva]

    Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you eric
    Where's your house of pain now, there's only one of you eric
    You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around
    With some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge

    [eminem/chorus 2]

    Grab 380s when you see slim shady
    Call the doctor to heal your heart
    They shocked you back to life at the clinic
    But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up

    [eminem]

    Got on his ass and now this faggot want to mention me still
    This ain't no freestyle battle, everlast gettin killed
    With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
    Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dime
    Cuz you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
    Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's funny to me
    You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
    I'm a pale faced killer whale
    On his way to fuckin prison pistol whippin tail, ha
    Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day
    That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
    Now it's all bout country, you gave up hip-hop
    49,000 copies, the week your shit dropped
    While my sales making records break
    2 and a half million scanned by the second week
    Mother fucker I hit em up

    [d12 and eminem spit on the next few verses. proof goes first...]

    I'm from detroit's pemberton now
    Four bullets tear you in half
    Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fags
    Get this shit out of my stereo
    Dialated you violated
    Now you bout to get annihilated
    We gon burry you, harris [? ]
    Cire's [? ] get choked up and yolked up
    All you underground bitches get your throats cut

    [swifty]

    What the fuck, is you stupid?
    I choked whitey ford with his fuckin guitar cord
    And stuck him in cardboard
    Chopped up in a box, with sixteen parts
    I stomped on his heart d12 havin you filled [? ]
    Fucked your mother while you watch
    Keep your restuarant locked and block your door
    Cuz we hit 'em up like motherfuckin tupac shakur

    [eminem]

    You a, black jesus, heart attack seizures,
    Too many cheeseburgers, mcdonald's big mac greases
    White devil, washed up honkey
    Mixed up cracker who crossed over the country

    Haha, oh hell!
    Cut this shit off, shit.. fuck him.
    That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done.
    That's it. I'm sorry. no more. I'm sorry,
    I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man while he's down.
    God damn...i quit.
    Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk. hey yo.

    Текст песни Quitter от исполнителя D12 представлен исключительно в ознакомительных целях для частного использования. Слова песни принадлежать их авторам.

Другие тексты песен исполнителя D12:
Under the influence
U r the one
Trife thieves
Thats how
Steves coffee house
Steve berman
Shit on you
Shit can happen
Searchin
Revelation
Rap guys
Quitter
Purple pills
Purple hills
Pistol pistol
Pimp like me
Pass dat bong
Obie trice
No rubber
No ones iller than me
Nasty minds
My words are weapons
My band
Maxine
Loyalty
Leave dat boy alone
Keep talkin
Just like u
Instigator
Ill be damned
I remember
How people get fucked up
How come
Good die young
Git up
Girls
Get the dick
Get my gun
Get back
Fuck battlin
Filthy
Fight music
Dude skit
Down low
Devils night
D12 world
Commercial break
Cock squeeze

А знаете ли вы, что классическая музыка признана многими психологами, врачами и самими исполнителями в буквальном смысле чудодейственной. Сама по себе она не совершает чудеса, но она может самым благоприятным образом влиять на человека, растений и животных, на весь окружающий мир. И не важно, что в большинстве композиций классической музыки отсутствуют тексты песен, главное здесь - ее звучание, удачное сочетание нот и звуков.

Доказано, что классическая музыка благотворно влияет на нервную систему. Многие психологи прописывают своим пациентам слушать классическую музыку каждый день. Она не только успокаивает, но и вызывает положительные эмоции у человека. Классическую музыку даже с недавних пор стали использовать прогрессивных взглядов хирурги во время своих операций. Они прочувствовали на себе, что когда операция проводится под звуки классической музыки, все проходит как по маслу, а пациент в скорейшем времени реабилитируется и идет на поправку. Да, и во многих западных больницах в палатах больных играет классическая музыка. По словам врачей, она является усилителем медикаментозного лечения, так как своим звучанием настраивает на положительный лад людей, страдающих тем или иным заболеванием, внушает веру в выздоровление и в собственные силы справиться с болезнью. И все это не пустые слова - это результат проводимых неоднократно экспериментов.

К примеру, был произведен такой эксперимент - в две комнаты, одинаковые по размеру, температуре, влажности, степени освещения, поместили горшки с абсолютно одинаковыми цветами, и в каждой их них включили музыку - в одной классическую, а в другой - тяжелый рок. По истечении определенного времени эксперимент показал следующие результаты - в комнате с классической музыке цветы стали быстро прибавлять в росте, многие расцвели, все выглядели здоровыми, а в комнате с тяжелым роком цветы не только не выросли ни на сколько, а имели нездоровый вид, а многие даже зачахли. Чудодейственное влияние классической музыки на лицо. Однако этот эксперимент вовсе не говорит о том, что рок плох, и слушать его не следует, отнюдь - все люди разные, на кого-то и рок. И тексты песен роковых исполнителей действуют как чудесная сила.