[Intro: Rondell Beene & Eminem]

Bitch

Yeah

Shit can happen, shit can happen

Shit can happen, shit can happen

Shit can happen, shit can happen

Shit can happen, shit can happen

[Verse 1: Kon Artis]

That's right motherfuckers, we back

Same slanging, orangatanging, wilding out on hoodrats

They 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?

Deal or not, platinum or flop, I 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 wit' 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 roll you got

You gon' see these Runyon Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac

Fo' sho' that, ask the others, Brigade'll lay you down

Next to your mother's mother's grandmother

[Verse 2: Kuniva]

You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight, ready to fight (What up, dawg?)

And half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like (What up?)

The same cat who never gave a damn about your name

I gives a fuck about it like the next L.A. Clippers' game (Fucking bitch)

I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom (Punk)

You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em (That's right)

Who call theyself screaming about a challenge (What?)

Nigga, we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent

My skills are deeply embedded even your ho said it (Uh-huh)

She was knock kneed, I fucked her, now she's bow-legged

In the middle of rapping, I drop the mic (What?)

And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping (Bitch)

Kuniv' and Kon Artis, my nigga, we get it cracking (That's right)

While the paramedics pick you up, we on the side, laughing (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

Shit can happen

Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh

Shit can happen

Shit can happen to him and yo' ass

Shit can happen

You can be touched, don't think you can't

Shit can happen

'Cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more, man

Shit can happen

This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh

Shit can happen

Shit can happen to him and yo' ass

Shit can happen

You can be touched, don't think you can't

Shit can happen

'Cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more, man

[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]

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 (Man), you can't refrain from getting yo' ass kicked

'Cause you talk too much, you asked for it (Woah, woah, woah)

I'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore me

They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy

These niggas get confronted, then they change stories (What up now?)

I cut you and they thinking everything's hunky dory

I even have you pouring me the gasoline for me

Pulling up slowly, cocktailing your homie

You met a lot of niggas, but you wouldn't wanna know me (For real)

Yo' ass might not even make it home wit' your Rollie

Don't even try, in your system like E. coli

Trying to beef with me, nigga please, yo' people die

I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally (Uh-huh)

I survived the abortion immediately, surprise (Aah!)

[Verse 4: Eminem & Kon Artis]

Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting (Shit)

Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns

So when the **** come knocking each hand's got one

Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs

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 flipped at censorship

Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship

Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite

I've been giving it a hundred and ten percent

'Cause when I vent, most of my energy's spent on enemies

Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennessy (*burp*)

Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin

Ten's because I love being under your skin, yeah (Shit)

Shit can happen, so stick to rapping

Quit the yapping or I'ma lift the MAC and

That can lead to another mishap happening

Skip the crap, get the can of whoopass cracking

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

Shit can happen

Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh

Shit can happen

Shit can happen to him and yo' ass

Shit can happen

You can be touched, don't think you can't

Shit can happen

'Cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more, man

Shit can happen

This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh

Shit can happen

Shit can happen to him and yo' ass

Shit can happen

You can be touched, don't think you can't

Shit can happen

'Cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more, man

[Outro: Eminem]

Shit can happen

It can and it will (Nigga, nigga)

Shit can happen

Fuck around with Amityville

Shit can happen

And you die, insanity spills

Shit can happen

From the mentality of twelve motherfuckers

Shit can happen

In six different bodies with their personalities split

Shit can happen

Fucking you up with hit after hit

Shit can happen

Sticking you up with clip after clip

Shit can happen

Making you suck dick after dick

Shit can happen

Dirty motherfucking dozen

Shit can happen

The Kon Artis

Shit can happen

Motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre

Swifty McVay

The Kuniva

Dirty father-fucking Harry

Putting you down in a cemetery

You get buried

All you of you motherfuckers

Suck our motherfucking cocks

We are not playing

We are not playing

We are not bullshitting

This is not a motherfucking joke

All of you motherfuckers get smoked