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Yo I dedicate to this to yo

To all my fans keeping y'all in health

Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go f**k himself

'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning

Which I create cause that's my mission

So listen close to what we say

Because this type of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you

I upset you 'cause I get respect I pet you

I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew

And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you

Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood

No respect in the hood fled to his neck of the woods

Got in touch with his roots

Found the redneck in his blood and said

Heck country western rap records are good

So he picks the 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 trying to hear some f**king old fart in a chair

Sitting on stage strumming acoustic guitar in your ear

So you start to get scared sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career

I punch you in your f**king chest 'til your heart kicks in gear

And f**k your underground buddy's nameless crew

Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along

And the days of house of pain are gone

And 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 'cause I came along

And the days of house of pain are gone

And if you talk about my little girl in a song again

I'ma kill you I'ma kill you

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke

To the rap you wrote your f**king answer back's a joke

And I'ma tell these motherf**king fans the trrth

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 b**ch I had a show to do

Like I'm supposed to be star-struck come over to you

You better shut your f**king mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you

Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you

Took your motherf**king 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 f**k cause now your music sucks dick

Mr A** Kisser to get accepted in rap

Quicker but never last and Everlast is a

You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along

And the days of house of pain are gone

And 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 'cause I came along

And the days of house of pain are gone

And if you talk about my little girl in a song again

I'ma kill you I'ma kill you

All right look

So this is what we ask of our fans

If you ever see Everlast whoop his a**

Hit him with sticks bricks rocks throw sh*t at him

Kick him spit on him

Treat him like a hoe b**ch-slap him

Do it for me do it for Fred do it for Limp

Do it for rock do it for rap do it for kid

Do it for Ice-T do it just to do it f**k it

He's a b**ch he ain't gon' hit you back he's nothing

Sh*t in five years we'll all be

Eating at Whitey's

And he'll be bussing tables in that b**ch cleaning the toilets

Aiyyo f**k this cut this sh*t off

Aiyyo Head

That's why I f**ked your mother you fat motherf**ker

Kill Whitey - Hahaha

Kill Whitey - Detroit What What

Kill Whitey - yo yo

Kill Whitey - Haha Look

First off f**k your songs and the sh*t you say

Diss my wife but at least I got a b**ch you gay

You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White

So f**k you fat boy drop the mic let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest weak hearts I rip

Whitey Ford forty and white lethargic a** dickhead

I keep 'em coming while you running out of breath

Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest you need to rest

Dilated go ask your people how I leave ya

With your three CD's nobody sees when they released

Evidence don't f**k around with real MC's

Who ain't ready for no underground beef f**k geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life

But Everlast might die tonight haha

Fat boy murdered on wax and killed

F**k with me and take a heart pill you know

Grab 380's 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

Hahaha yo check this out

You faggots ain't even on my level

I'ma let D-12 ride on you b**ch-made a** faggots

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 getting his a** floored for talking back

Little faggot Hamburgular

I show you where the burgers are

At your own restaraunt while I'm serving ya

Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops

Call the cops I'ma beat your a** while they watch

Ha ha now we got the whole industry making fun of you Erik

Where's your house of pain now

There's only one of you Erik

You a petty coward you ain't ready to steady go a round

With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherf**king bridge

Grab 380's 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

Got in his a** and now this faggot wanna mention me still

This ain't no freestyle battle Everlast getting killed

With his chest open

Trying to throw a f**king punch but you just choking

Having a stroke and now you learn

Why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherf**ker you should learn to rhyme

Talking 'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me

You ain't never been in trouble you just wanna be me

I'm a paleface killer whale

On his way to f**king prison pistol whipping tail ha

Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day

That sh*t was obvious you probably was gay ha

Now it's all about country you gave up hip-hop

Forty-nine thousand copies the week your sh*t drop

While my sales making records break

Two and a half million scanned by the second week

Motherf**ker I hit 'em up

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave

Where bullets tear you in half

F**k the music we got an uzi for all you fags

Get the sh*t out of our stereo dilated you violated

Now you 'bout to get annihilated we gon' bury you

Iriscience get choked up and yoked up

All you underground b**ches get your throats cut

What the f**k Is you stupid

I choke Whitey Ford with his f**king guitar cord

And stuff him in cardboard chopped up in a box

With sixteen parts I stomped on his heart

D-12 Amityville f**k your mother while you watch

Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door

'Cause we hit 'em up like motherf**king Tupac Shakur

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 to country

Yo aiyyo cut this sh*t off

F**k him that's it I'm done I promise I'm done that's it

I'm sorry 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 f**king punk