**** Can Happen

B1tch
Yeah
Sh1t can happen, sh1t can happen
Sh1t can happen, sh1t can happen (Yeah, yeah)
Sh1t can happen (Huh), sh1t can happen (Yeah)
Sh1t can happen (Yeah, yeah), sh1t can happen
That's right, motherfvxkers, we back
Same slangin', orangatangin', wildin' 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 n1ggas 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 b1tch 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 gxy 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. n1ggas that really need some Prozac
Fo' sho' that, ask the others, Brigade'll lay you down
Next to your mother's mother's grandmother
You know I 'm feelin' real rowdy tonight, ready to fight
And half the n1ggas I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a daxn about your name
I gives a fvxk about it like the next L.A. Clippers' game (B1tch)
I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom (Punk)
You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call theyself screamin' about a challenge (What?)
N1gga, we got a gift while you barely makin' it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even your ho said it (Uh-huh)
She was knock kneed, I fvxked her, now she's bow-legged
In the middle of rappin', I drop the mic (What?)
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin' (B1tch)
Kuniv' and Kon Artis, my n1gga, we get it crackin'
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin'
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Sh1t can happen to him and yo' axs
You can be touched, don't think you can't
'Cause n1ggas ain't fvxkin' around no more man
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Sh1t can happen to him and yo' axs
You can be touched, don't think you can't
'Cause n1ggas ain't fvxkin' around no more man
The feds can't hold me, I hold feds
I was born with a dark axs cloud over my head
Rainin' acid, you can't refrain from gettin' yo' axs kicked
'Cause you talk too much, you asked for it
I'm on some massive sh1t, everybody ignore me
They wouldn't fvxk with me if I was performin' at an orgy
These n1ggas get confronted (What up now?)
Then they change stories
I cut you and they thinkin' everything's hunky dory
I even have you pourin' me the gasoline for me
Pulling up slowly, cxcktailin' your homie
You met a lot of n1ggas 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
Tryna beef with me, n1gga please , yo' people die
I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally
I survived the abortion immediately, surprise
Picture me sittin' in a jail cell rottin' (Sh1t)
Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns
So when the cops come knockin' each hand'sgot one
Cxcked, 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 airin' out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flipped at censorship
Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some sh1t on Infinite
I 've been givin' it 110%
'Cause when I vent, most of my energy's spent on enemies
80% of what I invent is Hennessey
20% is from bein' hungry as sin
10's because I love bein' under your skin, yeah (Sh1t)
Sh1t can happen, so stick to rappin'
Quit the yappin', or I'ma lift the MAC and
That can lead to another mishap happenin'
Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin'
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Sh1t can happen to him and yo' axs
You can be touched, don't think you can't
'Cause n1ggas ain't fvxkin' around no more man
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Sh1t can happen to him and yo ' axs
You can be touched, don't think you can't
'Cause n1ggas ain't fvxkin' around no more man
It can and it will (N1gga, n1gga)
Fvxk around with Amityville and you die
Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfvxkers
In six different bodies with their personalities split
Fvxkin' you up with hit after hit
Stickin' you up with clip after clip
Makin' you suck d1ck after d1ck
Dirty motherfvxkin' Dozen
The Kon Artis, motherfvxkin' Peter S. Bizarre
Swifty McVay, the Kuniva, Dirty father-fvxkin' Harry
Puttin' you down in a cemetery, you get buried
All of you motherfvxkers suck our motherfvxkin' cxcks
We are not playin', we are not playin'
We are not bullsh1ttin', this is not a motherfvxkin' joke
All of you motherfvxkers get smoked