Shit can happen. Shit can happeeen. Shit can happen. Shit can happeeen. Shit can happen. Shit can happeeen. Shit can happen. Shit can happeeen. [Kon Artis]. Yo that's right motherfuckers we back. Same slanging. Orangutaning. Wilding out on hoodrats that say I act. Like I'm too famous. To say hi and tell 'em what My Name Is. But really I'm still nameless. You niggas don't get it yet do you?. Kill or not. Platinum or flop. I'll still put it through you. With a luger that'll spit fire. And hit higher. Than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah. You think for one second since we got a deal. That we won't deal with you in front of St. Andrew's still. You gay rappers better learn that. I won't stop until I see 'em turn back. If you don't slow that road you pack. You gon' see these Runyan Ave. niggas. That really need some Prozac. To show that ask the others. Brigade'll lay you down. Next to your mother's mother's grandmothers. [Kuniva]. You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight. Ready to fight. And half the niggas I give DAT to. I don't even like. The same cat who never gave a damn about your name. I gives a fuck about it. Like the next L.A. Clippers game. I'll kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom. You ain't a madam. It's really unexplainable how I have 'em. Who call theyselves screaming about a challenge. Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off of mere talent. My skills are deeply imbedded. Even your hoe said it. She was knock-kneed. I fucked her now she bow-legged. In the middle of rapping I drop the mic. And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping. Kuniving Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking. While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing. [Chorus: Kon Artis] (x2). (Shit can happen). This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh. (Shit can happeeen). Shit can happen to him and your ass. (Shit can happen). You can be touched don't think you can't. (Shit can happeeen). Cuz niggas ain't fucking around no more man. [Swifty]. The feds can't hold me (why?). I hold feds. I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head (uh huh). Raining acid (nigga). You can't refrain from getting your ass kicked. Cuz you talk too much. You asked for it. I'm on some massive shit. Everybody ignore me. They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy. These niggas think I'm fronting (what up now?). Then they change stories. I catch you and they thinking everything's hunky dory. I even have you pour me the gasoline for me (do it). Pulling up slowly. Cop tailing your homies. Met a lot of niggas but you wouldn't wanna know me (for real). Your ass might not even make it home with your roley (nigga). Don't even try. In your system like eco lie. Trying to beef with me. Nigga please your people die. I'm so wicked that my momma gave birth illegally (uh huh). I survived the abortion immediately (Surprise!!!). [Eminem]. Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting. Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns. When the *cops* come knocking. Each hands got one. Cocked ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts. One man army. Guns can't harm me. Young and ornery. Worse than my Uncle Ronnie. Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me. I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry. Middle fingers flip at censorship. Your friends just flipped. Over this swift penmanship. Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite. I been giving it a hundred and ten percent. Cuz when I vent most of my energy's. Spent on enemies. Eighty percent of what I invent is hennessy. And twenty percent is from being hungry as sin. Ten is because I love being under your skin. Ya (shit) shit can happen. So stick to rapping. Quit the yapping. Or I'ma lift the mac in. That can lead to another mishap happening. Skip the crap. Get the can of whoop ass cracking. Chorus (x2). [Outro: Eminem]. (Shit can happen). It can and it will. (Shit can happeeen). Fuck around with Amityville. (Shit can happen). And you die. Insanity still. (Shit can happeeen). Mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies. (Shit can happen). With their personality split. (Shit can happeeen). Fucking you up with hit after hit. (Shit can happen). Sticking you up with clip after clip. (Shit can happeeen). Making you suck dick after dick. (Shit can happen). (Shit can happeeen). Dirty motherfuckin dozen. (Shit can happen). The Kon Artis. (Shit can happeeen). Motherfuckin Peter S. Bizarre. Swifty McVeigh. The Kuniva. Dirty fatherfuckin Harry. Puttin you down in the cemetary. You get buried. All of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cock. We are not playing. We are not playing. We are not bullshitting. This is not a motherfucking joke.