Under The Influence (feat. D12)

Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (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 Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties 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 lightning Frightened with five little white Vicadin' pills bitin' him I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at 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 I'm an instigator, 380 slug penetrator Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an' I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose You never hear me say, "Forgive me" I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it That weed I sold to you, brigade laced it You hidin' I make the president get a facelift Niggaz just afraid, handin' me they bracelets Chillin' in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the million-man March, we gon' fight 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 I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron (ah) 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 (damn!) 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 is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with somethin' nigga pass that In Amsterdam, we only hang out with hash rats At a "Stop the violence" rally, I blast gats Be your mom on publishin', get your ass capped The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run yo' motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their jag jacked And found chopped up in a trash bag We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell 'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, 'cause I'm a Luni I got a yuk mouth, and it's polluted, I cock it back then shoot it I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Kuniva, yo, yo" I leave ya face leakin', run up in church And smack the preacher while he's preachin' Take a swing at the deacon I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb (Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Drive-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' niggaz runnin' they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' someone's 'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough 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 Ha, ha-ha Suck my motherfuckin' dick D-12 Dirty-motherfuckin'-Dozen Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis The Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady