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(Announcer)
Welcome back, to the stage of history (Eminem) Yo.. Slim Shady! Yo.. I fuckin..I I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse you think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you (Bitch!) I ain't a fuckin G, I'm a cannibal I ain't tryin to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes just strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to fill it full of explosive plastics and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X) I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down (J-Black) Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, fuck the liver spot One day we all gon' die But when I die, I'ma be so high that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's just to rock Now if I pray everynight (night) Do I still have to hold my tray very tight? You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Northface Nickle nine at my waist, on the Lord's faith Angels greet me but I don't reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? Chorus 1/2 (Announcer) Maxi was seriously wounded but the soul still burns Final battle, fight! (Masta Ace) Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care Chorus (J-Black) But every time I take a step, it gets dim.. Tell me is this hell we're livin in? Haha.. (Announcer) Time's up! You lose! |
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(Chorus)
Skam: Yo I'm tryin to be the man of the day Three six five a year See the bullshit you sayin, Skam ain't tryin to hear (Fuck that!) Bustin lyrics in the air Keepin some up in the chamber Eminem: Yo Skam, what the fuck you doin? Skam: Man, I'm releasin anger Eminem : I'm tryin to be the illest of the day Three six five a year See that bullshit you sayin, Shady ain't tryin to hear Spittin lyrics in your ear Keepin some up in the chamber Skam: Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you doin? Shady: I'm releasin anger (Verse 1) Skam: Man I'm tired of bein tired, everytime I wake up Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein late for the bus Tired of all be blendin, and endin up datin sluts So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up! To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up Gold diggin bitches, the buck stops here The road to riches is closed for repair So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone? I rip your tissue out your ear Spittin like I don't care My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near year So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his heels up Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump When we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go down They need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now At every industry party, gettin so damn drunk Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked Remind me of my ex, in the street got me veck Tryin to roll up on Miami, leavin with a broke neck Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land mind I be stackin up Withe rappers like im throwin gas signs And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain truth You couldn't mess with me, fuckin shit up in the same room Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar For this bad car, that go along with the breath Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the chamber (Yo Skam what the fuck you doin?) (Chorus) Verse 2 Eminem: Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change I'm still the same lame asshole with a different name Became late to the last show with a different dane Brain ate from the last ode that I snifed the cane Yo know your spaced the fuck out like George Lucas When your pukus, turnin to yellow with orange mukus So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks English Freak genuis, too extreme for the weak and squeemish Burn you alive till you screamin to be extinquished Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence Start a fire and block the hydrants I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse than So when Slim gets this M-16 burstin You gettin spun backwards like every word of obscene cursin On the B-side of my first single with the clean version Stoppin your short life when you still a teen virgin Unless you get a kidney speciman from a spleen surgeon In the best hospital possible for emergancy surgery To try to stop the blood from your rushin sternly eternally I'll take it back before we do each others name Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers frame I'll take it further back than that Back to lovers lane, to the night you were started Cock block your fathers game I'll plead the fifth like my drawers were muzzled So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle And when I'm down with ten seconds left, then to hope out I'ma throw a head-but so hard, I'll knock us both out (Chorus) |
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<< Scary Movies >>
--- Eminem "What's your favorite scary movie?" [Em] Yo, Slim Shady! [R5] Yo, Royce 5-9 [Em] Y'all wanna make a movie? [R5] What.. [Em] We got the film right here [Royce] What? Yeah I'm one of them pretty rappers Buck if I really hafta, I really slap ya King of Detroit who they namin the city after (what?) Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with experts, Bad and Evil is comin soon MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin (what?) Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens I gotta diss you, my niggaz be cockin pistols Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (what?) Six percent, of y'all niggaz is just pretend Clicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what?) Niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast penny My auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semi Speak darts; yo you get paid? Rhymin about it is the sweet part You can't be street smart with a cheap heart Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feelin (what?) I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what?) Fuck rap, a lot of y'all all is just acts Trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at And I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?) Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all All of y'all niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed off Chorus: Eminem and Royce (repeat 2X) Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin in with they team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it [Eminem] The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes so fast it'll look like an invisible man standin I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale Cause any MC that chooses to go against me is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me alone!) Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed Screamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!) with three spokes stickin out of my pant leg Fuck a headache, give me a migraine Damnit I like pain (AHH!) and you should be anywhere that I might gain You rap knowin you wack You act up and I'm throwin you down a flight of steps then I'm throwin you back up em If they don't like the track, fuck em The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on And any half-assed known rapper to trespass better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!) So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (Hurry up man!) I'm sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie I'm free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree to stampede your chest till you can't breathe And when I'm down to my last breath I'ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last step and still laugh half bent Chorus [Em] Bad.. the bad.. [R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo.. [Em] The evil [R5] Take the evil with the evil [Em] Put em together [R5] What? Nine-nine [Em] Two times.. Slim Shady.. Royce the Five Nine |
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Chorus:
(Pace Won) Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!) Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up (Az-Izz) Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event Outz in a fear of family presents Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat To roast motherfuckers, over lactose Stay skeed off laced weed I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks Rolling box of Tracies (Pace Won) Call a go-go dancer Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up Once for my cock, twice for my block, I got it locked like handcuffs Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut Swing a blow you can't duck Throw up your hands, what? Nobody on earth could see Pacer I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer Chorus (Slang Ton) I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna And if you ever wanna get a deal You should either OD off skill pills Or steal my reel-to-reel Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints Outsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames is And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges (Eminem) I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?) I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha) Right off the top, then go back to the top And then repeat it (Ha) Write it down on the paper And still be able to read it (Sorry) I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear) I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!) I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out I been down with the Outz for ten thou-sand years ((Pace Won) So dunn, here?) Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear Lauryn, huh? Hill? ((Pace won) There's more than one? IIIllll) What? You want me to stop? Here? Chorus (Young Zee) Yea Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave Yea, we all of the a volumes What be the outcome? We selling twenty million albums Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that You fell off, and had to take your five mic And push a white Ac, with a bike rack (Axe) It's the A, the X, the E Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free? F' with we, what you expect to see Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace Bet they find my pistol next to me My dick is giving ecstasy Shit I say, spread like leprosy I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee Living recklessly, cock the weaponry Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3 Yo follow, never question me Chorus (Pace Won) C'mon yo Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Outworld baby |
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(Intro)
Yo check this out! In life, you got your want to be's You got your going to be's, and you got your has been's Then you got your hustlers and hardcore (Domingo) Oh a line with fakes a time Fresh time, with sure more times Jimminy two time respect mine Big click with breakfast and blacklist War! War! War! War! Vision, knocking you out motherfucker listen Superstition can help you in this battle G's and sandles who surround you in all the angles All over your shit in shamble Looking the little of latter you fucking runt (Chorus 4x) Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore! Giving you more than what you asking for! (Domingo) Danger hander Banging swinging banner all single hander Hit the left propaganda Ill manner bad grammar stander Got the people chasing with cameras by the manner Hit and slap us, so pajamas Hiding under clothes in dirty hampers Happy brands will make them happy campers Little laughter Shit nappers (Eminem) I'll puke eat and freak you Battle, I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you And force feed you them both and on each feet is a cleat shoe I lift you off your feet so fast with a round house You'll think I pulled the fucking ground out from underneath you I ain't no fucking g, I'm a canibal I ain't trying to shoot you, I'm trying to chop you into pieces and eat you Rap you in rope and glass, strapped to a soakin matress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers Fuck the planet until it spins on a broken axis (Chorus 4x) (Domingo) Aw yeah {*echoes*} |
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(Eminem)
Rock City Royce 5 9 Slim Shady Come on! (Royce Da 5'9) Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine, glocks stop the tussel Nine shots'll bust you, Pine Box we stuff you Fuck You (Eminem) Fuck You (Royce Da 5'9) I am not the tussel niggas dont know me (Eminem) come on (Royce Da 5'9) I'm Detroit's king, nigga, bow Rock City's where the niggas pimp hoes, and ball Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes in malls (Eminem) As long as your citys got the bombs? then your citys got the alarms? Then your cities got the... (Royce Da 5'9) Titties saggin, lookin like they got four arms Gold bottles, green bottles, Cris' to the Don Niggas get popped, for sellin weed shaked with seeds If you hate me, you hate the 'D', nigga please I'm takin shit back to the riots in the sixties Think I'm lyin, visit me, where you at? (Eminem) Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock with me, (rock) Come on and rock with me Rock City Come on the block with me Rock City And come and rock with me Rock City, Come on Rock, (on) City... COME ON! da da da da da (Royce Da 5'9) Suburban and city niggas hussle together Long as there's money involved, niggas'll tussle together Long as the hussle's, a hussle, the green is green White is white, nigga we buying if the price is right So, drop the mic's, everything's on cock from the shots to the dice, we have notin' to hide You cant say we cant work, (Eminem) What (Royce Da 5'9) Either we some plant workers, or we some niggas the plant worked, what! Detroit bitches, is bout it You can just ask any one of your niggas that visit about it Any seven mile bitch, know how'ta get rich She'll fuck you till you sleep, plus lie to your bitch Plus she'll suck the swallow up outta your dick And she keep a sugar daddy that'll buy her some shit (come on) (Eminem) Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock with me, (rock) Come on and rock with me Rock City Come on the block with me Rock City And come and rock with me Rock City, Come on Rock, (on) City... COME ON! da da da da da The city with the bars, with the most women cars are produced, here we are, we've been... (Royce Da 5'9) In the casinos, card shuffle's, number's to bet Disrespect, and get a new smile under you neck A city full of thug ass niggas and punk rockers A lot of niggas act like Pac, so cops watch 'em The shop blocks up, in the black or the light Timb's White boys look, act and rap like Slim (Eminem) (Hi!) (Royce Da 5'9) Fight music, night fuses, never respect it, Guns talk, high schools with metal detectors A city full of Tommy Hearst thumpers Grant Hill hoopers, Barry Sanders runners, stunners Chaldeans with weed, connects like whoa! hyper weed, no need to test like 'dro! hyper cats you got dough, they like so real then you might go (where?) (Eminem) Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock with me, (rock) Come on and rock with me Rock City Come on the block with me Rock City And come and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock City, (rock, come on) Come on and rock with me Rock with me, (rock) Come on and rock with me Rock City Come on the block with me Rock City And come and rock with me (Royce Da 5'9) Detroit Rock City (Eminem) Slim Shady (Royce Da 5'9) Won't you come on the block with us? (Eminem) Royce The 5'9 (Royce Da 5'9) Royce is on the block with us (Eminem) Royce The 5'9 (Royce Da 5'9) Next Level (Eminem) Rock City (Royce Da 5'9) Royce nickel nine, ugh (Eminem) Rock (Royce Da 5'9) Slim Shady, ugh ugh (Eminem) Rock City (Royce Da 5'9) Won't you come and rock with us? (Eminem) Rock City (Royce Da 5'9) Won't you come on the block with us? (Eminem) Rock with me (Royce Da 5'9) Won't you come and rock with us? (Eminem) Rock with, with, with.. (Royce Da 5'9) Rock City Don't touch it (Eminem) Fuck... |
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[Young Zee]
*Talking* I'm allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want... This the Outhouse... Lemme smoke a joint first... Here, Pace... [Young Zee] 95% of all y'all rappers butt And y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nuts You'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your ass for four blocks Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice Good to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick dice Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal I smoke leaky and black like BET And fuck hoes raw dog 'til my balls catch VD Mess with us, straight up, y'all better bust I'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was I'll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls And scream, "If y'all ain't Outz then y'all could ride my balls!" Beef with us you might just catch a black eye And ride for your crispy 850-I I fuck with them drugs 'cuz it gets me high Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Been doin' this rap shit since '85 Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa [Slang Ton] Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy Put 'em in the hospital and give 'em a poison IV My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps We sip lots of liq' shots It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I kickboxed with flip-flops And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy Shit I be dyin' for is your piece of shit hobby? You borin' like Oran Dice, I'm more than hype Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites Ton Slanga, I'm dopin', pills and cokin' Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin' [Az-izz] Now, when your partner die, who got the right To do the homicide and you shot the guy? And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high? Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa I'll blast the guy that don't pass the lye Leave him paralized and agonized Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa [D.U.] Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco [Pace Won] Wanna live this Outsida business Blunt splitters, all that Multiple musical contracts to fallback... On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat... Armed like Emmit when I rush crews More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove Don't need hands to touch you Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe Slap the fuck out you, remember us I'm the man your father never was, or could've been Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would've went Got it down, yo Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn't "Take The Crown Home" Try to call me out and get the dial tone Pace Woner, dickin' 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer [Eminem] Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein' chased For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides' And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool And chews on human body tissue 'til its stomach gets full Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin' shit's cool Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid's stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold I'm from the city where the weather's always real cold And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin' steel-toed We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn Stayin' spaced out like Dr. Octagon Feelin' for the beats like they Chaka Khan Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa [Young Zee] Beef with us you might just catch a black eye And ride for your crispy 850-I We fuck with them drugs 'cuz it gets us high Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Been doin' this rap shit since '85 Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa |
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