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Announcer:
OK... This is ANOTHER public service announcement brought to you in part (punch sound) AARGH! Rondell Beene: Shut up punk! Yo... This thing on? Good, good hell yeah. Look I'm speaking on be half of D12 and if you get offended by words like bitch, ho, sissy, faggot, homo, lesbian, fudge packer, clit eater all that shit like that, then you should turn this shit off right now, because thats is some of the shit... no, thats the only shit you gonna here right now on this album. It's not like they don't have creativity or some shit like that, that ain't the case. We just like saying shit like that just to fuck with you. Ey, i told you to hold him down know he running, but... fuck it! (gunshot) God damnit it if you had of just stayed still that won't happened to you. It just goes to show when you fuck around with us, shit can happen. Bitch! |
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[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool? [bizarre]whatup my nigga? [kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here [kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about [kuniva]that's my nigga [kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts [kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me [bizarre]all right [kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga [bizarre]aight my nigga (music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya") [sind]so how long you been on eminem [bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit [bizarre]you know, something on the side [bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water? [sind]no, no, no thanks [bizarre]how about some pig feet [sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke [sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long? *bizarre farts* [sind]no the f**k you didn't! [bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul [bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin [bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though *bizarre farts again* [sind]a kiss? kiss you where? [bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear (music stops) [bizarre]on my booty |
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You want me to do what? What are those? You want me to Stick those in what? * (Bizarre:) What is on your nasty mind? (Nasty mind, nasty mind) Don't you wanna get F***ed from behind? (From behind, from behind) They treat me like a dirty slave (Dirty slave, dirty slave) And beat me like I won't behave I just wanna get freaky baby (Swift:) I'm to Swift on my toes To get caught up With you h*es You don't know me (Uh huh) See I ain't gotta front to Play the role (for real) I'm a Know-G I know when you're being phony See you're probably Boning them officers Just to pull up on me (Sl*t) That's why sixty percent Of women is lonely (Uh huh) They getting my mix only They trying to creep slowly Because they nosy I ain't listen to what My momma told me I f*** 'em and pas* 'em To my homies (right) Then he f*** 'em and Pas* 'em to the homies (Take her) I'm a nasty as* macaroni You flashing fast money You can pas* the Roley F*** a alimony (b****) If you want me And ain't out screaming About your monthly I'll be sticking your pretty as* Until you turn ugly (damn) You suddenly see stars When f***ing me Ain't no m?age It's I-want-'em-in-threes Release your garments (trick) It ain't even me to hold back I'll f*** your moms quick Have her running around This b**** screaming "That's my d*ck" (Kuniva:) Yo, I know I'm dogmatic But your pussy walls Have had it (that's right) It's evident that you been F***ing like a jackrabbit But I stay focussed (b****) So I acted like I didn't notice And f***ed her With no baby lotion And bust in the soap dish H*e you can quote this Your breath is smelling like You done sucked a Senior citizen's old d*ck Go spit (damn) You gon' get chocked quick Talking all that h*e sh*t All agressive asking For a slow kiss No b**** (Get the f*** outta here) You like freaking See you every night creeping Sucking off the nice deacons Sl*t you made His wife leave him (c*nt) So keep slurping I'll be down to the fullest But forget it b**** Your nipples look Like AK bullets (I'm out) * Repeat (Kon Artis:) Yo, I'm tearing down Whatever you built Your marriage is through 'Cause I answered Your wife's door naked Wrapped in a quilt H*es say, "Kon Artis got a d*ck so big" Man, I could persuade any b**** To have eight of my kids Sh*t, b**** I should be locked up For having honies' legs cocked up In the back of my pop's truck I'm not f***ed up I just got a fetish for shooting Cum in coochie Till the pussy is booting it back out I 69'd this one b**** and She bled in my mouth (Sh*t) Kicked her out Cleaned the couch out And beat up my crouch I don't gotta creep in motels I cheat at my house See I'm a dog I don't need to keep A secret hide out (naw) (Bizarre:) All night I been snorting Your age and where you're from Is just not important (naw) You look like one Of my mistresses On welfare, ten kids like The rest of my b****es Dreams of f***ing A handicapped b**** Suck my d*ck while Your teeth start to grit (Whore) Inner slave, that's how I want you to treat me I ain't into S&M But I love when you beat me I told you I was a horny as* freak While I'm beating my meat Your daughter acting Like she asleep (ya right) My love is like thunder and lightning After it's over I'm looking like I got my as* kicked by Tyson * Repeat I just wanna get freaky baby |
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(Eminem:)
Its sh*t like this I kick To these rich white kids Who just might see How f***ed up this sick life is Whoops I did it again, didn't I? My sh*t, it's harder to figure out Than what Britney's tit size is I probably pissed you off again, Didn't I b****? Grab Christina Gaguilera, Kiss my grits Do you know How many sh*ts I give, I wish I did So I could quit giving these Twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just kissed Justin She just f***ed Ben Got tit f***ed And d*ck sucked him If Affleck can get His as* licked How come I cant, sh*t Goddamn b****, I'm rich, I can't understand this Are those pictures I made Of us together on the Internet As close as I'm ever gonna Get to hitting her from the back Sh*t, when it comes to that, I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when He's plugging lethal In his f***ing as* Just gimme one more chance, Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you f***ers Know what time it is F*** your jewellery my records Almost diamond b**** * (Eminem:) What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok Let it go, let it flow, Let the good times roll, Tell 'em Dre (Dr. Dre:) It ain't nuttin' but music What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok Let it go, let it flow, Let the good times roll, Tell 'em Dre (Dr. Dre:) It ain't nuttin' but music (Bizarre:) Eminem doesn't like *NSYNC, Well I do So f*** him and the Backstreet Boys too Whateva happened to the Cast of different strokes? Gary's broke, Todd snort coke, And then an overdose I got two little boys with me Michael Jackson sent Two helicopters to get me I'm up early with my hair curly Me and Mr. Furley f***ing Lavern and Shirly (Kuniva:) A lotta rappers are Livin' in la la land That's why I let's my dogs Out on the baha men As bad as the life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass To beat up my dad My whole family's country, My grandmother's old-fashioned She keeps asking me why I rap with a honky But granny I'm a flunky, I could be a junkie I could be hangin' with the Hoochies outta the club scene (Kon Artis:) For all the indpendent Women in the house Show us your tits and Shut your mother f***ing mouths (Proof:) Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston the sh*t she's usin', Jesse Jackson, Reverend scandal, Got George Michaels, Tevin Campbell Pee-wee hermans, Peep show places, Public restrooms, Beat those cases * Repeat (Swift:) Your mom and dad Probably mad at us, We did turned their kids Into little body snatchers They like where I'm from, We don't bite our tongue Are you sure you want Niggas 21 to carry guns? It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme When you work, you ain't Gettin' paid for that overtime It's only music, Media know it, But they blind I ain't in your life so stay The hell up outta mine And you're the reason Why Princess Diana ended up dying You people get offended, I don't care (Stop cryin') Tryin' to get us to leave 'Cause what we say Just ain't playin' But holdin' me back from What I say just ain't me (Kon Artis:) Now what's these parents So mad for? (Your music is bad) For teenage kids who drink more Than Ted Danson in cheers Carson drinks beers, We all fart and piss and Cuss out our b**** (Smoke the Ritz) I still do the same old sh*t, I don't jump in front of a Camera and say no sh*t When they ask me About my sarcastic-ness I just slap them, Turn around and ask them this * Repeat |
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I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-{*gus*}-ting I'm {*white*}, a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before .. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr .. Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So - lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme? * You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey * Repeat I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's got more power than (?) Dragon's python so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight) Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace so you can have somethin to stare at * Repeat |
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niggas.. nigga's??
niggas rappers whiteys jews This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up niggas rappers whiteys jews This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up (Kuniva) If you a loud mouth Trying to wild out And we just how you laying And we peep your style out (You a punk) When you chilling out in front of your truck And get stuck That's how niggas get fucked up (Proof) No love at home with your infolks And the world just keeps fucking with your mental And all these kids making fun of your trench coat That's how students get shot up (Kon Artis) Hating on us but you come to our show Fuck them niggas, I crowd surf and you let me go Oh no Whip your ass when I get off the floor Just so you know though That's how haters get fucked up (Swift) When the police pull you over and shit and find gonja Now every month they checking on your piss They getting mad cuz you ain't come back since And now they sweating you That's how P.O.'s get fucked up (Kuniva) When your mans hook you up with a bitch Over the phone And when you see her She ugly as shit (God damn) Now at the end of the date she want a kiss And some dick That's how blind dates get fucked up (Proof) Say we got a real crew with a lot of skill And only one nigga in our crew make the dollar bills Y'all fools just mad cuz y'all ain't got a deal Go-go rappers talk too much (Kon Artis) You don't like this pain But you roll with punks Manage to trip the alarm And you all get stumped Cops got AK's Y'all only got pumps That shit's just dumb That's how uzzi got locked up (Swift) When your ass wanna walk in the club But 'stead of telling you to wait The nigga wanna push and shove (move) They get trampled from the niggas you brought So move over That's how bouncers get fucked up (-Chorus x2-) (Kuniva) When you get your guns outta the stash And gather all your homies up To go and shoot up a pad Soon as you finished y'all run out of gas You better haul ass That's how drive-bys get fucked up (Proof) Mixing weed with the brew Extacy and Kalu, gasoline fumes Nitrous balloon Acid tablets and magic mushrooms That's how D12 get fucked up (Kon Artis) I like your records But my album ain't dropped Dr. Dre's my favorite Bitch get off his cock Got a backstage pass and I need to get off Wanna meet da-da-da Doc? That's how groupies get tossed up (Bizarre) Drop outta school Take drugs and molest sluts Got your girlfriend sucking on my left nut Your parents don't like me, but guess what (what) Cuz Bizarre don't give a fuck (Kuniva) Chokin' your wife all in front of your peeps She toss a brick through the window of your Jeep They back together by the end of the week That's so sweet Slim and Kim argue too much (Proof) Invite a ho to your house While your bitches out Now you got this dick All up in her fuckin mouth Pull it out And then you bust off on her favorite blouse That's how Clinton got caught up (Kon Artis) Steal cars, wreck bars, got fucked up beyond Recognition, walk in 50 clubs like we stars Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs and fuck bitches That's how Runyan Ave. is cut (Swift) When your life wasn't raised up right See your mother coming home With different niggas every night And then you run in to the one you don't like So get the fuck off ::shooting:: That's how step-dads get fucked up This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up |
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This is how it happens to you
That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up (Kuniva:) If you a loud mouth Trying to wild out And we see just How you laying And we peep your style out (You a punk) When you chilling out in Front of your truck And get stuck That's how niggas Get f***ed up (Proof:) No love at home With your in-folks And the world just keeps F***ing with your mental And all these kids making fun Of your trench coat That's how students Get shot up (Kon Artis:) Hating on us but You come to our show (F*** them niggas) I crowd surf and you let me go Oh no Whip your as* when I get off the floor Just so you know though That's how haters get f***ed up (Swift:) When the police pull you over And sh*t and find ganja Now every month They checking on your piss They getting mad 'cause You ain't come back since And now they sweating you That's how P.O.'s Get f***ed up (Kuniva:) When your mans hook You up with a b**** Over the phone And when you see her She ugly as sh*t (God damn) Now at the end of the date She want a kiss And some d*ck That's how blind dates Get f***ed up (Proof:) Say we got a real crew With a lot of skill And only one nigga in our crew Make the dollar bills Y'all fools just mad 'cause Y'all ain't got a deal Local rappers talk too much (Kon Artis:) You don't like this pain But you roll with punks Manage to trip the alarm And you all get stumped Cops got AK's Y'all only got pumps That sh*t's just dumb That's how Cruzzie Got locked up (Swift:) When your as* Wanna walk in the club But 'stead of telling you to wait The nigga wanna Push and shove (move) They get trampled from The niggas you brought So move over That's how bouncers Get f***ed up (Kuniva:) When you get your guns Outta the stash And gather all your homies up To go and shoot up a pad Soon as you finished Y'all run out of gas You better haul as* That's how drive-bys get f***ed up (Proof:) Mixing weed with the brew Extacy and Kalu, Gasoline fumes Nitrous balloons Acid tablets and magic mushrooms That's how D-12 Get f***ed up (Kon Artis:) I like your records But my album aint dropped Dr. Dre's my favorite B**** get off his jock Got a backstage pass And I need to get off Wanna meet da-da-da Doc? That's how groupies Get tossed up (Bizarre:) Drop outta school Take drugs and molest sl*ts Got your girlfriend Sucking on my left nut Your parents don't like me, But guess what (what) 'Cause Bizarre don't Give a f*** (Kuniva:) Chokin' your wife all in Front of your peeps She toss a brick through The window of your Jeep They back together By the end of the week That's so sweet Slim and Kim argue too much (Proof:) Invite a h*e to your house While your b**** is out Now you got the d*ck All up in her f***in' mouth Pull it out And then you bust off On her favorite blouse That's how Clinton got caught? up (Kon Artis:) Steal cars, wreck bars, Got f***ed up beyond Recognition, walk in 50 Clubs like we stars Our mission every day is Just to smoke bongs And f*** b****es That's how Runyan Ave. is cut (Swift:) When your life wasn't raised up right See your mother coming home With different niggas every night And then you run in to The one you don't like So get the f*** off That's how step-dads Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up |
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Ugh.. yo yo yo, yo
* I've been so many places, I've seen so many faces But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple hillls! I've climbed the highest mountain, once or twice but who's countin' But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple hills Yo, yo Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of lawsuits inside her palm It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves I can't describe the vibe I get When I drive by six people and five I hit (oops) Aww shit, I started a mosh pit Squashed a chick and lost her foster kids (ahh!) This room make me hallucinate Then I sweat 'til I start losin weight 'Til I see dumb [shit] start happenin Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again So bounce, bounce, come on bounce I said come on, bounce (ahh!) Everybody in the house doin mass amounts (me!) To the women in the thongs with they asses out (oh) We don't bullshit, better ask around D-12 throws the bombest bash in town Bizarre, your mom is crashin out Help me get her on the couch 'fore she passes out Come on! Fuck that, someone help Denaun He's upstairs wrestlin Elton John Heh, hey Von you see me steppin on these leprechauns? It gotta be Tums, the Exlaxe is gone Ya I took them all dawg with some parmesan And I think my arm is gone Naw it's probably numb Young, dumb, and full of [cum] And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue Scary ass it was a false alarm You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on? Yo stop actin stupid You so high that you might wake up with a guy on some new shit (eww!) Yeah I think I did too much (uh-huh) I think I got the runs (uh-huh) Well theres Pepto and Tums - watch out, here it comes! * repeat Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other out and date each other Some-, somethin, some'un, some'un, some'un Hop hills, hills I hop Hop two hills on stilts I walk Snort two lines that were filled with chalk Thought it was +Incredible+ and killed the +Hulk+ I wanna, roll away like a rollerblade Until my eyes fall back and I'm scared for days And when I'm, over weight and my golf ball broke No okey-doke, I'm packin my nose with soap {*cough cough cough*} Am I supposed to choke? Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ahh, poor baby, born by [whore] lady Now I'm payin child support.. (it's your baby!) I take fo' shots at one time And I don't need no chicks when I'm swallowin mine (Hey, you got any room?) In Bizarre's hash back? And we can't go far cause our car has flats Why the hell you people think I rap? Because my mother taught me how to reach contracts And if you got catch, then hide it soon (Swift, chill) I'm just tryin to get bi like you! (eww!) And I don't give a damn if they any room (uh-huh) Mean, crude, the hell with you two (uh-huh) I only need three blunts and I'm cool I just copped some and I'm goin back soon * repeat I'm at rave lookin at babe, like she want it Gin and tonic demonic, body smell like vomit Looney crazy, chubby sexy, dope-headed guy Whip cream, dirty mattresses, wanna try? (c'mon) Blue hills, golden seals, got Bizarre, actin ill Drugs kill (yeah right) - chick, I'm for real! Shut your mouth you dirty girl, you know you want me in your world Ladies please don't fight; Bizarre's here on ice! * repeat Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other out and date each other Some-, somethin, some'un, some'un, some'un |
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Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm 난 누군가에게 해를 입히기 위한 목적으로 모든 클럽에 가지 With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm 인공 팔을 가지고, Boone's Farm 같은 냄새를 풍기면서 말야 Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms 알람을 듣는 즉시 테이블 아래로 숨어라 Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms 난 내 엄마도 털만큼 정신이 이상한 도둑놈이지 Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Connivin Kon, 폭탄을 가진 아티스트 Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" 그 폭탄을 배에다가 묶고는 소리쳐 "한 번 해보자고!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank 술을 좋아하는 주정뱅이, 탱크를 음주운전하고 Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint 은행으로 쳐들어가, 경찰들은 날 보고 기절해 It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke 과감하지, 나 코카인 한도를 넘어서 했어 I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat 이 기분을 니 목을 잘라서 더 띄워볼까 해 Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat 네 유모차를 거리에다가 내몰아, 잘게 저민 고깃덩이가 될 때까지 Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street 너네 친구들은 내가 네 거리에 발을 들여놓자마자 끝난거야 This is fight music! 이건 싸움음악이야! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) 내 손이 왜 이렇게 무감각한지 알아? (아니) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh) 내 할머니가 내 자지를 빨고도 사정하지 않았거든(오) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) 그년이 개같은 소리를 하길래 한대 쳤지 (개년아) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap 장애인이면 어때, Bizarre가 랩을 못한다고 말했단 말야 I fuckin hate you I'll take your drawers down and rape you 난 니가 싫어 네 팬티를 내리고선 강간을 하겠어 While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Dr. Dre가 뒤에서 비디오에 녹화할 동안 (물론이지!) Satan done got me on this song 악마가 이 노랠 하게 만들었어 Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john 화장실에서 핫도그를 먹으면서 코란(이슬람교 경서)을 읽고 Tired of wearin this yellow thong 이 노란 끈팬티 입는게 지겨워 Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) 가져가 Sisqo, 어디다 놔야하는지 알잖아 (끈팬티 끈팬티) *Sisqo가 Thong Song을 부른 것을 가지고 하는 말 Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm 여기 총이 있군, 네 손바닥에 놓을게 Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms 저기 가사 Dru Hill의 팔을 날려버려라 Fuck your love songs 니 사랑 노랜 집어쳐 [Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? 가져와봐 누구에게 가져올건데, 누구랑 놀건데 I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come 난 킹콩이야, 총으로 네 왕국을 쓸어버려 이리 와 Show you machine gun funk 니 기관총이나 좀 보자고 Sixteen m-16's and one pump {*click-clack*} 16개의 m-16 그리고 하나의 샷건 The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw 내 손바닥에 소음기달린 권총, 니 턱에 겨누고 Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers 팬티만 입고 빌어먹을 클럽에서 뛰어다니게 해주마 We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud 우린 여자들이 좋아, 박수칠 일은 아니지 But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source 하지만 됐어 다 좋은 걸, 모두들 The Source에 있어 It's fight music 이건 싸움음악이야 [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles 난 싸움을 좋아하는 녀석이고 And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles 부어오른 주먹으로 네 녀석을 한 번 더 패는데 주저 않을 사람이야 I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps 난 그런 놈이야, 곰 덫처럼 녀석들을 잡아 Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?" 그 놈의 머리를 성직자 앞에서 날려버려 '들리냐?' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak 너를 때리고, 넘어뜨리고 말도 못하게 하겠어 If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink 내 발을 밟는 순간, 넌 네 술에 익사하게 될거야 I suffocated my shrink just for talkin 난 말만 하는 정신과 의사를 목졸랐지 Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin 다시 돌아와 그의 관을 메는 사람을 족치고 관을 떨어뜨리게 했어 It's fight music! 이건 싸움음악이야 [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em 내가 흔드는 이 총구가 그들을 따갑게 해 See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em 쟤네들 보이냐? 내가 클럽에 들어가면, 같이 데려갈거야 If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em 만약 누군가 찌뿌리고 있으면, Rodney King 처럼 만들겠어 *Rodney King - LA에 살던 흑인으로, 91년 경찰에게 집단구타를 당했죠. LA 폭동의 근원이라고도 할 수 있음 Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium 원한을 품고서는 프리미엄 기름을 뿌려주겠어 Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em 그리곤 담배에 불을 붙이고는, 튀기거나 침을 뱉어 Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him 그의 가족의 사진을 들고서는 그를 발로차 Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin 오른쪽으로 볼때 쏴주마, 니 아내가 보고 있는 곳 말야 Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! 싸움음악은 집어쳐, 이건 네 삶을 깎는 음악이야! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it 만약 오늘날의 젊은이들의 분노를 잡아 병에 담을 수 있다면 Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it 맨손으로 그 병을 깨서 삼켜버린 다음 Then spit it back in the faces of you racists 너네 인종차별자나 위선자들의 얼굴에 뱉어주겠어 and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit 똑같은 생각만 하면서 말은 아무것도 없는 녀석들 You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis 너네 Liberace, Versace, 그리고 나찌들 *Liberace - 박물관 이름. 근엄한 척 하는 사람을 빙자한듯. *Versace - (베르사체)디자이너. 이건 멋부리는 사람을 뜻하는듯 Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat 날 봐라, 너네들이 날 꽉 잡아두었다고 생각하지 You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me 너네 개자식들은 그저 내가 아니기 때문에 날 심판하고자 해 You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me 넌 절대 날 멈추지 못해, 난 최고 속도로 달리고 있어 I came to save these new generations of babies 난 이 새로운 세대의 아기들을 구하려고 왔다 from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy 게을러 터져서 제대로 길러내지 못한 부모들로부터 말야 to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy 날 칭찬하게 만들고, 그들을 미치게 하겠어 That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me 난 그런 식으로 이 나라가 날 감싸안게 만든거야 And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong 가짜녀석들 내가 잘못했다고 인정할거라 생각한다면 I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on 내가 싫어하는 위선적인 비평가를 불구로 만들겠어 And this song is for any kid who gets picked on 이 노래는 괴롭힘을 당하는 모든 아이들을 위한 거야 A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. 복수를 하기 위한 미친 음악, 그 이름은... [Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 It's fight music! 싸움 음악이야!
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I'm an instigator
(Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Kuniva) I love getting shit started I instigate a peace talk into a beef talk Until police need chalk to chalk you up Have bitches walking up Smacking you in your face screaming that you talk too much Tell women you said you fucked 'em Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him Raid his pockets and stuck him Till they gather in front of your crib Guns and ??? clips Laughing when they shoot at you over the wrong shit I lock down your block with lies It's so believable You run and grab your shotguns, glocks, and nines Walking blind Incite fights until they erupt Instigate my own death cuz killing you ain't enough (Swifty) I don't give a fuck if we beefing or not I squeeze first I'ma heat up your spot I'm a nigga that breathe dirt On these streets everyday Snatching nigga's lle' How you bitches needing work? You can get it from McVeigh I'm despiteful I tie a hoe A maniacal vile animal Liable to leave you strapped with your Bible I'm psycho My bullets won't fly by you You wanna kill me? You got the right to Ain't gotta wait till night to snipe you If I don't like you You getting hit in broad day light with a white rifle In front of your window I'm looking right through I love when I see a nigga get stuck (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Kon Artis) (I'm an instigator) Drama tends to follow me I know I probably owe all of my friends apologies Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me Get a labotomy? Nigga this runs to my artery Guns are a part of me I pack more than pottery I oughtta be jailed for depicted mockery Ain't gon' fight The blood on the niggas that shot at me I don't twist the truth I just make it gothic, see? I'm nothing but a liar With a big ass mouth, dick, and fists Big enough to knock your bitch ass out Got no reason to tell you the truth But to be honest with you I rap with him But I don't like Proof (Proof) Nigga fuck you Me and Swift got plans to jump you Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you (I'm an instigator) Convinced a tenth grader To run up inside his classroom And leave the kids sprayed up Bitch straight up This is the season for squeezing off triggers On niggas for no reason Either jump or quit running your mouth Pull a gun out Better use it till the bullets run out (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Swifty) I throw a brick at your crib Having you standing on the porch screaming (Look what you did!!) I ain't feeling no remorse Nigga just pick up the kids Swift got first dibs On these cherry hot slugs That'll barbeque your ribs I'm preparing death beds Quick to bust lead While I'm staring at the feds Tearing off their legs Once you drop dead They'll be swearing it's a plague I'm sicker than a coke watch the ???????? with dreds You could shake if you move Ditch with no clue Don't put shit on your tape With your skits and interludes And once I finish you They wouldn't put it in the news I'm nuts so you hoes ain't got the guts to interview (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me I'm an instigator |
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[swifty mcvay]
Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo’ ass just wanna chill out And motherfuckers be all in yo’ ear and shit, yknowhati’msayin? Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk Blowin all yo’ high away Now that’s some fucked up shit, heh But it happens, yknowhati’msayin? yo [eminem] Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic? How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? You got it like I got it or not? If you did, you would know just what I’m talkin bout When your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed That you end up spendin a g in the vendin machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja That’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto Just don’t, come fuck with me when I’m doin my drugs You see me in the club don’t come fuckin my high up and [chorus: d-12] Blow, my, buzz You want to want to just don’t blow, my, buzz (do what you want to) and I’m gon’ sit here and just roll, my, drugs (smoke my weeeeed) and if you talk I’m gonna fuck, you, up (I might just whoop yo’ ass) just don’t say shit and we’ll be cool [bizarre] [ding dong] bitch let me in the house (avon? ) No, I just came to eat your mother out It’s the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go ’head!) [eminem] bizarre sit yo’ nasty ass down [bizarre] I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!) My face is pink, lookin for a sink And don’t worry bout what I put in your drink It’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore) Bitches I’m catchin, blunts I’m matchin Don’t call me bizarre, I’m the reverand jesse jackson [swifty mcvay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence? It’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo’ last beer (f’real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo’ bitch to bring here ass here I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear When I’m out eatin, you fags’ll interfere They don’t go until I let ’em know a mag’ is sittin here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho’ ass wanna hear? I didn’t answer you clear, I met manson this year okay? You want some yea? I’ll front yo’ ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggaz tryin to [chorus w/ variations] [kun] yo denaun you seem shook [kon] I really am dawg look This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook [kun] aww man you probably lead her on [kon] I just bought her a beer! [kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears [kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin [kun] nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it [kon] well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did The ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids [kun] look man you grown, just leave me alone, I’m in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [kon] fuck you! [kun] well stop blowin my buzz! [proof] I’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back With a slut on my arm while I’m downin the ’gnac Got the pills in my system, floatin around Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I’m goin def like old senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (yo I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin) Next nigga that bump me, i’ma do the humpty And elbow bitches, ’til everybody jump me (yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit) Whassup fool? fuck you punk! (motherfucker, the fuck? it’s on fool it’s on! whassup then nigga? ) [chorus w/ variations] We’ll be cool We’ll be cool if you don’t talk while I’m just tryin to smoke my weed Smoke my weed.. I’m tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up While I’m just tryin to get blowed Spittin to me some mo’.. (hehehe) I’ll see you at eight, bitch |
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[DJ Seven Deuce]
Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce of the Motown sounds on W-Down, ha ha Give a big shout out to Runyan Ave and them Detroit players, you know what I mean? And we're gonna go to the phone lines right now Caller... [Jeff Bass] Caller my ass! You know who this is Look, I'm mad as hell First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon' get me on his album No show I didn't get on it Then he signed these niggas D-12, these little punk ass niggas Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new mothafucka named [Obie Trice] Obie Trice, first I took the underground over The "Well Known Asshole" brought y'all horror Then the industry saw interest in me Now I'm Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP Mr. Trice, the name has occured in your conversation, but the face is a blur And if you never spoke my name, nigga you heard God word, from that mega bitch that stay bootleggin' Underground since the Fu-Schnickens Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin' with them stupid bitches Different species Shittin' on you, punk muthafuckas with a Dirty Dozen type or feces |
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I make music to make you
Sick of fake music Hate music Like devil worshipping Satan music So say your prayers, Your Hail Mary's, And Jesuses Take two sticks and Tape 'em together To make a crucifix Try to stop it but you can't do it A whole generation of kids Blowing out their Fucking brains to this Kurt Cobain music Students converted to 'caine users As soon as they heard it Went out and murdered And main to it What's your name Judas Got my nine with Six sharp shooters Now let's do this I got niggas that's used to static You don't understand how I'm all up in you niggas TV's like Carolan I'm a poltergeist Lyrically I'm supposed to strike Trying to snatch this mic You get cracked with moisonite (Swifty get your own woman) I want his wife I'm the type to go to Gambling parties with trick dice I rob casinos Slugs eat those You think it was the Devil Feeding your jalape?s? Now you out of the scene h*e Shot at your clean clothes A four-four Prone to make you niggas Breathe wrong * It's Devil's night It's Devil's night It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To rule this time It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back to Take what's mine It's Devil's night It's Devil's night It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To rule this time It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To take what's mine It's Devil's night I'm on the John Trying to sh*t And get no response Constipated b**** Tell these pigs to back off The mind of a rapist Denaun never changes Beat up strangers Without a reason I'm a anus Walk the street Then beat a jack with a Glove to match it Drop the hatchet I put my head on opposite And step backwards Walking zombie that's ornery Pulling on robberies on politicians Without a sense of comradery I can concoct the nine flat Plus I run with the best Hop on the motorcycle busting Wheelies over ya chest Bystanders standing by Thinking nowhere to mess Blast you every hicky that Them b****es put on your neck What the f*** do you expect When the slugs get dealt? And make you feel Every ounce of pain That Bugz had felt A deranged teen Smoking ganja and greens This carbean'll make Your f***ing head Shake like tambourines I pledge alleigance to The streets of the D And if you think you out cold Catch a piece of this heat And when it blast It'll take off every piece Of your niece From her berets To her cheeks To her cute little feet * Repeat Stop taking drugs I'm trying My little boy's dying He's losing too much iron And if I die it won't be Because I got shot It'd be because I tied my arm in a sock And smoked rock Taking drugs is cool That's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em in my as* Let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facing Police breaking in my house Lil' Bow Wow in the basement A rapist that'll bust in your mouth I'll probably be in jail 'fore this F***ing album comes out I'm eighteen years old Still sh*t in the bed Beating till I'm red Fear nothing but water and bread Me and Ken F***ing dirty Jen So what if it burns B**** when I stick it in No medication I'm out of percasets I lost my weed Plus my f***ing diaper's wet * Repeat |
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(Eminem:)
Hey Steve, Vanessa said You wanted to see me (Steve:) Marshall, I can call you Marshall right? (Eminem:) Uh, sure (Steve:) Good, sit the f*** Down for a second (Eminem:) Okay (Steve:) Do you just f***in' hate me? (Eminem:) Hate you? (Steve:) What the f*** have I ever done to you? (Steve:) Your last record, we got lucky (Steve:) This D-12 album is f***ed (Eminem:) What's wrong with it? (Steve:) I don't wanna Rape my grandmother I don't wanna have Sex with pitbulls I wanna roll on dubs, I want throw bows, I wanna rock prada (Eminem:) Rock prada? (Steve:) And who the f*** Is this Bizarre guy? (Eminem:) What do you mean? (Steve:) Do you need a Cat-scan? Where the f*** Did you find this guy? (Eminem:) I mean, I've known him like (Steve:) This album's never coming out (Eminem:) Steve, you've only heard one song (Steve:) F*** you Get the f*** outta here Now (Eminem:) Okay, okay, sh*t |
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| 18. |
| 5:48 |
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Chorus: Eminem)
I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no) I don't need no education (education) I don't wanna be like you I don't wanna save the nation Daddy NO I just wanna live my life (I don't need no) Everyday a celebration (self-control) One day I'ma leave this world I wait for the revelation (Bizarre) I wanna kill myself! I'm still debating In front of a Baptist Church masturbatin Praying to Satan Think I'm crazy cuz I smoke crack Live on B with the mac In a two family flat (Fuck it) Tired of getting hit in the face with a broom My mom's on her period My dad's in my room (Daddy no!) I got ten rocks that I need to get out I sold 'em in five minutes In my own damn house (My mom smokes crack) My poor grandmother God bless her soul The bitch got AIDS She was waiting to die of a cold There's three things to keep me from being a Nazi I'm black, a fag, and my dad's Liberace (Kon Artis) No matter how bad the beating I went to school cheating My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meeting Skipping school, I had to have nuts just to do it Got born and became truant When I had the gaul to go I just couldn't do it I was lured into corners by this peer pressure shit How would you feel if you was held By the tip of a barrel Getting threatened to get your skin Ripped to bone marrow Bet suburban kids Never got rushed for their apparel like me Outcast Last to class First to leave When the teacher called on me Best believe I had something up my sleeve (Eminem) I been praised and labeled as crazy My mother wasn't able to raise me Full of crazy rage An angry teenager Nothing could change me back Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac I was boosted and So influenced by music I used it as an excuse to do shit Ooh I was stupid No one could tell me nothing Hip hop overwhelmed me To the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm It was like isolating myself was healthy It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy Compelled me to excel when school had failed me Expelled me And when the principal would tell me I was nothing And I wouldn't amount to shit I made my first million and counted it Now look at it A fucking drop-out that quit Stupid as shit Rich as fuck And proud of it Thats why... (Chorus) I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no) I don't need no education (education) I don't wanna be like you I don't wanna save the nation Daddy NO I just wanna live my life (I don't need no) Everyday a celebration (self-control) One day I'ma leave this world I'm waiting for the revelation (Swifty) I was raised with a rifle and mask Steadily beating my psychiatrist's ass Just for asking about my past I was never on that punk shit Fucking around could get your beloved abducted Smothered in blood quick You couldn't pay Swift to give a fuck Was crazy like my father It must have been poison in that nigga's nutt Far as probation Fuck peeing in cups I violate it anytime Let 'em see the blunt I grew up steadily masturbating inside a cell Drunk as hell Having conversations with myself You could tell I wasn't leniant A disobedient lynch that slapped teachers Bitch I'm not reading it You don't know what dogs go through A little nigga sipping liquor With my old dude What the fuck you gon' do? I'm quick to curse you I told my mother that I'ma hurt you If you ever again mention a curfew (Kuniva) Look My family ignores me and I don't like that They don't even listen when I tell 'em I'll be right back This nice beautiful house mom? It don't mean shit Cuz you know Daddy's a drunk And he don't clean shit And yesterday he hit me like a grown fucking man I couldn't stand up to him I just ducked and ran I'm sick of this I wish on Christmas That I can get a loaded four-fifth And put a fucking end to this (Fuck it!) I got no friends and I can't get a bitch Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips Nothing to smile about I'm about to lose my mind Got me an automatic nine Now I'm wildin' out (Proof) when schools over Pupil or people to shoot through Kids going cuckoo With a two-two Since my friend is this new dude In his high school Losing his noodle Learning people don't like you The football jocks is Spitting on him Popular kids in school that's now picking on him Burn out youngsta niggas now hitting on him And his teacher in his English class keep flipping on him And now he's grounded with no allowances For drinking forty ounces Cuz he was caught by his counselors And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach? Already got expelled for wearing a trenchcoat All I ever seen is (Violence, violence) Told me to keep silent Stop batting my eyelids It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all That's why I blow out my brains and murdered you all...(FUCK YOU) (Chorus: Eminem) I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no) I don't need no education (education) I don't wanna be like you I don't wanna save the nation Daddy NO I just wanna live my life (I don't need no) Everyday a celebration (self-control) One day I'ma leave this world I wait for the revelation |
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[Eminem] Hey yo dawg I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that I need to get off cause, if I don’t I’ma fuckin explode, or somethin Now look - this is a story about some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this.. It’s so easy for me to make enemies any more it’s sickening People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shitlist Stickin their noses in shit that isn’t none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now I’m in the position that, I don’t wanna be in - shit I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches But now the shit is broke and you can’t do nothin to fix it So I’m tellin you right now - motherFUCK a Limp Bizkit Now I’ma be real, B-Real was real He ain’t say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin; see he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I’d have never involved my crew if it wasn’t for Pupils Peoples, whatever your backpackin cypherin name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin and I’da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies Hit the studio and I’ll admit, I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain’t mad at you any But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked I’da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look who’s mentionin me That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong? What’s wrong? You scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you They don’t hate you They just think you’re corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back That’s a sissy act, and don’t call me kissin my ass Cause I swear to God this ain’t just a song I’m tryin to pre-warn you Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I’m swingin on you! Motherfuckers must think cause I’m in trouble with the law that I won’t jaw ‘em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow [Chorus] Y’all some - girrrrls - y’all are some god damn girls Why do you act this way? - Why do you act this way huh? Why do y’all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - we all know, hah How fuckin cowards rollll - “keep rollin rollin rollin” In fuckin Bentley’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn [Eminem] Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on But if I help you sell one record and I see you at a show, I’ll strip you naked See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that’ll die for me like I’ll die for them I’ll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of ‘em been with me through this fucked up life that I’m in That goes for all of my dogs, from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Mel-Man, ’til I’m hoist away in my coffin I’ll never soften no matter how often I’m tested I’ll never give a fuck, I won’t never be interested Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil But I will never be this gullible ever again though (nope) Next time I’ll know when someone’s copyin off me I’m not bein cocky, I just know when somebody’s mockin me I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger (hey!) I say “Fuck Christina” he says “Fuck Christina” but meaner So from doin a song with Method to beggin to get accepted I’m peggin Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal, don’t forget what I said I’m fuckin you up punk, you’re dead! Don’t think that I’m playin And fuck BIZKIT! Cause I know you’re sayin fuck D-12 Only not to our face, under your breath, to yourselves [Chorus] You little - girrrrls - motherfuckin females Why do you act this way? - Why do y’all act this way huh? Why do y’all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - now we all know the truth How fuckin cowards rollll - “keep rollin rollin rollin” In-fuckin-dent me’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn [Eminem] Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in it And that’s it, that’s all there is to it dawg If you didn’t wanna do the fuckin song don’t say you’re down with doin the fuckin song and then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin MTV talkin about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If you’re scared of Whitey Ford dog just say you’re scared of Whitey Ford, that’s it That’s all you had to fuckin say, I wouldn’ta said shit I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin song myself and not put you motherfuckers in it, that’s all Now I ain’t even on no rap shit no more I’m on some fuckin-you-up shit when I see you And I will see you too; oh, and by the way Fred That wasn’t an accident I didn’t mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Haha.. |
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