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(Eminem - 4x)
I'll Shit On You Da da, da da, da da (Eminem) I'll Shit On You I will Shit On You I'll Shit On You Girl you know its true I'll Shit On You Bitch or man I'll Shit On You I will Shit On You (Swifty) I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin bombs to the back of record companies Blow them up if they ain't want me The national guard, they scared to hunt me I love beef; I got you hoes duckin me A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana These slugs with keep your ass away from my corner I drown niggaz in hundred degree saunas You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!) It's this lyrical piranha Strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom Twist nothin up like a condom Slap it if you fuckers got a problem When I see 'em, you hoes endin up in a fuckin mausoleum Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM Pull in the garage while you screamin Keep the motor on then I'm leavin (I'll Shit On You!) I'll Shit On You! (Chorus: Eminem) I will shit on you I don't care who you are (I'll Shit On You!) I don't give a fuck about you or your car (I'll Shit On You!) Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch (I'll Shit On You!) Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family (I'll Shit On You!) (Bizarre) i have an eleven inch penis round stick it in your mouth piss n' hope you drowned I'm a alcoholic with the fuckin toilet Pass the hotdogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?) Bitch shut your fuckin mouth I'ma keep eatin 'till Richard Simmons comes to my house with a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!) I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her Too busy fuckin the 12 year old babysitter And all women ain't shit Only good for cookin, cleanin and sucking dick and thats it (I said it) I was responsible for killin John Candy I got Jonbenet Ramsey in my Ninety Eight Camry I don't give a fuck who you are I'll shit on anybody Truly yours the idiotic Bizarre (Eminem) My adolescent years weren't shit 'till what I do now I never grew up I was born grown, and grew down The older I get, the dumber the shit, I get in The more ignorant, the incident is, I fit in Ignorin the shit how borin it gets When there's no one to hit I don't know when to quit throwin a fit I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me Its they who hate me and say they can take me Its they who legs I brake and make achy Its they who mistake me and make me so angry (I'll Shit On You!) I'll spit on you Start pissin and do the opposite on you You weren't listenin, I said I'll cop a squat on you Start spillin my guts like chicken cordon blew and Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch on his skit on his last album Pull my pants down and.. (Chorus) (Kon Artist) Is Richard Pryor still alive? If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin (what?) Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it Bitch bring it, these niggaz that I hang with Will hang you up naked by your ankles danglin My meat I stay stranglin I don't need your help If you won't give me the pussy I'll un-loosen my belt (I'll Shit On You!) I'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda caught Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks Buck fifty cross your neck Floss your teck, I'll beat you wit it across your chest (Kuniva) It's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when I'm drunk I'll run a truck through the weed house Jump out and beat ya peeps down worst than Steve Stout Put you in chokeholds I learned last week From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl Thats like D-Bo fightin Peabo Bryson (I'll Shit On You) So what you hollerin and yellin about I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin skeleton out Niggaz get hit wit a two piece, "Bling Bling" Wit a poisonous sting I'm such a violent thing (Chorus) (Eminem) Once I get on two, hits of X My disk slips and disconnects 'Till I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects (c'mon, I'll Shit On You!) Over reaction is my only reaction Which only sets off a chain reaction and puts five more zainy actin' maniacs in action A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters and spilling liters of blood like swimmin pools Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too {*bullets spray*} A lot of people say misoginistic which is true I can't deny it- matter of fact I stand by it So please stand by and prepare to start up a damn riot If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child.. (I'll Shit On You!) I will Shit On You I don't care who you are I'll Shit On You I don't give a fuck about you or your car I'll Shit On You Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch I'll Shit On You I will fuck you wife if you fuck with me I'll Shit On You You heard me {*Eminem laughs*} Bitch, I'll Shit On You D-12 will Shit On You I'll Shit On You Your life Your wife Your kids Your car I'll Shit On You Your house Your spouse Your rings Your things I'll Shit On You I'll Shit On You I'll Shit On You I'll Shit On You |
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(Funkmaster Flex)
Y'knahmean shout to Shady Records My man Eminem, D-12, Paul Rosenberg Shout to Jimmy Iovine, Steve Stoute Funk Flex, 60 Minutes of fuckin Funk nigga, Volume FOUR! ONE!! (Eminem) My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record (Eminem) Yo, the rage I release on a page is like a demon unleashed in a cage Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite Onen I get behind the mic it's like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight My nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright My fuckin grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man the shit's depressin But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present (Swifty McVeigh) Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson (Eminem) They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage Shady stay creative baby hold your head up, don't you let up one bit on these motherfuckin suckers you're a soldier GET UP Stand up for waht you believe in, long as you breathin they jealous of you man, that's the only reason they beefin! (Eminem) My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record (Swifty McVeigh) It's that Dirty Dozen renegade You done pulled the pin out my grenade .38'sll move your shit up out the way You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to say? Let it out today or watch these bullets spray from these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters that'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor See I'm 'Dirty, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it You packin somethin special in your crib then bitch get it I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile (uh-huh) with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils You get splitted and guess what, I'm blowin up the hospital and wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em (Eminem) My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record (Bizarre) I'm eatin crews like I'm Hannibal There's no way I can be the gay rapper (Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha) Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch One on one in this bloodsport I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports (Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how would you feel if you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested? (It happens) I'm smokin dank drikin drank I can't have any kids cause I'm fuckin shootin blanks! Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?! Nicole's a whore, I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut (uhh!) Responsibility, I'm negligent Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!) Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre while I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea (Eminem) My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record Yo! |
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(Chorus 1)
It's (it's) be (be) cause (cause) of (of) these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do Be.. cause.. of.. these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do (Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1) It was like.. whoahh and then the fuckin room started spinnin and shit And my friend came in he was like, "Yo! Yo! Em! Em! You puttin that shit up your nose again?" And I was like, "Naw" nuttin like - everything was just spinnin I couldn't even see and like, he started to look like a monster n shit Then I just started laughin and threw up all over the fuckin floor It's crazy (Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1) It's because, of these drugs, that I do, that make me do these things, that I do, do these things, that I do (Eminem) My music is therapeutic for whoever's there to use it It's like, Lucifer's here to influence listeners through it You probably do what it said to do just from listenin to it It's got the power to get you to do it (c'mon) So when the shit comes on, I wanna see some shit jump off Some bitch get slapped, some motherfuckin kid get stomped So get this song, go run out and buy this disc And try this shit, as much coke as I just did Cause times like these, got me doin lines like these Plus I grab a pencil every time that I light weed It's probably because of the drugs Shady does what he does and is what he is, I'm dizzy Bizzy visit these kids (Bizarre) Hey Stephanie (hi!) Let's take some ecstasy (okay!) Now pull your pants down bitch and have sex with this dog next to me (huh?) 'Til I'm dead I'm takin blunts to the head Needles in my broken leg, listen to Grateful Dead These mescalines got me sure that I can fuck any whore with genital warts on the Warped Tour Who slipped this downer in my Snapple? Cussin out Interscope (Bizarre, you're signed to Capitol!) Fuck it, I was born with half a brain Sniffin 'caine, at celebrity basketball games You motherfuckers think I'm a gimmick cause I got a Cash Money tattoo and roll with No Limit (UNNNNGGGHHH!) The last time I sniffed blow I ended up in Denver, Colorado at an Iggy Pop show Bizarre be smokin a half a pound Fuckin the engineer's wife, while he's mixin my song down (Chorus 1) (Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1) It's like, back when I first went on tour I like, went crazy I was like out of control And - just was fuckin wasted every night, like wakin up the next morning like - where the.. Where the fuck am I at, what the fuck is goin on you see what I'm sayin? I was just like, out of control (Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1) (Swifty McVay) These Benadryls got me stiffer than a mannequin Eight years old swallowin Anacins, standin over my bannister Laughin with a chromed out caliber (hahahahaha) The weed that I'm sellin this (?) look like the back of a tarantula I keep a substantial amount of aspirins in my Acura Smashin it, after framin a nigga with smack and dust I'm scandalous, drugs been ran for months Crackin capsules to expand our blunts I rolled it up and take the pressure to the head Now I'm lookin like a extra on "Night of the Living Dead" until they find me on a stretcher I'm quick to sample anything, bitch you got a tester? This crank'll have me blowin up banks like Uncle Fester (Proof) Ahhhh.. watch tonight, you'll admit that I'm a fiend Pop beans, 'scalines, along with amphetamines Ghetto kings, meddling with the smell of greens Got a Jell-o spleen, and see yellow rings (ohhhhhh) Blue pills, and purple mushrooms (Hey little girl, you got a curfew, don't you?) Missin since yesterday, perfect just for rape See I'm on judgment day, numb from special K Two tabs of X and vitamin C Swallow Hennessey along with Tylenol 3 Grindin the teeth at the signs of the E I lost six days at a time in the week The crime in the street hold your parents for ransom while D-12 gang rape Marilyn Manson In twelve hours we blow a pound of the chronic Barf up my stomach linin, drown in my vomit (Chorus 1) - 2.5X (Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1) Cause I like, I always tell people - yknowhatI'msayin like If you got an addiction, don't admit, to nobody, yknowhatI'msayin? Keep that shit to yourself; because if anybody sees that, yknahmsayin when you're out in the public eye and shit they're always gonna think that you're on that shit even if you're not That's why I always tell my friends, knowhatI'msayin but I mean, like for me, I don't give a fuck I'll probably end up, dyin from this shit one day Probably pick up a newspaper in the morning and it's like "Eminem dies from, drug overdose" - youknowhatI'msayin? And And my friends, they ain't no fuckin better, yknowhatI'msayin? They ain't nothin but influences, bad influences to me, y'know It's peer pressure, shit is like all peer pressure That's what it boils down to - and, I give in to it So do they.. (Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1) - 2x |
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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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Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen Shit can happen Shit can happeeen Shit can happen Shit can happeeen Shit can happen Shit can happeeen (Kon Artis) Yo, that's right motherfuckers we back Same slanging Orangutaning Wilding out on hoodrats that 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? Kill or not Platinum or flop I'll 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 with 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 road you pack You gon' see these Runyan Ave. niggas That really need some Prozac To show that ask the others Brigade'll lay you down Next to your mother's mother's grandmothers (Kuniva) You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight Ready to fight And half the niggas I give DAT to I don't even like The same cat who never gave a damn about your name I gives a fuck about it Like the next L.A. Clippers game I'll kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom You and yo' madam It's really unexplainable how I have 'em Who call theyselves screaming about a challenge Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off of mere talent My skills are deeply imbedded Even your hoe said it She was knock-kneed I fucked her now she bow-legged In the middle of rapping I drop the mic And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping Kuniving Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing (Chorus: Kon Artis) (x2) (Shit can happen) This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh (Shit can happeeen) Shit can happen to him and your ass (Shit can happen) You can be touched don't think you can't (Shit can happeeen) Cuz niggas ain't fucking around no more man (Swifty) 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 (nigga) You can't refrain from getting your ass kicked Cuz you talk too much You asked for it I'm on some massive shit Everybody ignore me They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy These niggas think I'm fronting (what up now?) Then they change stories I catch you and they thinking everything's hunky dory I even have you pour me the gasoline for me (do it) Pulling up slowly Cop tailing your homies Met a lot of niggas but you wouldn't wanna know me (for real) Your ass might not even make it home with your roley (nigga) Don't even try In your system like eco lie Trying to beef with me Nigga please, your people die I'm so wicked that my momma gave birth illegally (uh huh) I survived the abortion immediately (Surprise!!!) (Eminem) Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns When the *cops* come knocking Each hands got one Cocked ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts 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 flip at censorship Your friends just flipped Over this swift penmanship Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite I been giving it a hundred and ten percent Cuz when I vent most of my energy's Spent on enemies Eighty percent of what I invent is hennessy And twenty percent is from being hungry as sin Ten is because I love being under your skin Ya, (shit) shit can happen So stick to rapping Quit the yapping Or I'ma lift the mac in That can lead to another mishap happening Skip the crap Get the can of whoop ass cracking Chorus (x2) (Outro: Eminem) (Shit can happen) It can and it will (Shit can happeeen) Fuck around with Amityville (Shit can happen) And you die Insanity still (Shit can happeeen) Mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies (Shit can happen) With their personality split (Shit can happeeen) Fucking you up with hit after hit (Shit can happen) Sticking you up with clip after clip (Shit can happeeen) Making you suck dick after dick (Shit can happen) (Shit can happeeen) Dirty motherfuckin dozen (Shit can happen) The Kon Artis (Shit can happeeen) Motherfuckin Peter S. Bizarre Swifty McVeigh The Kuniva Dirty fatherfuckin Harry Puttin you down in the cemetary You get buried All of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cock We are not playing We are not playing We are not bullshitting This is not a motherfucking joke |
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(Bizarre)Yeah, welcome to Amityville
(Swifty)Detroit Nigga (Bizarre)The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols (Swifty)Why is that? *Laughing* (Chorus: Eminem) (Can't go nowhere without my gun) Slick criminal with this shit I spit chews (I walk the streets I got my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) need an anthem to amp you then this the shit to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) To many enemies on my list to sift through (I walk the streets I got my gun) Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you (Don't go nowhere without my gun But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol (Swifty) Nigga we violently active So fuck with us See I'm backwards I slap niggaz and punch bitches Just for askin They must have been wanting to meet the lord When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored They was snoopin trough my closet Seein drugs on the floor Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin to break your neck to conversate Bitch, I l do it for you Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you You and your hoe You got's to go Bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow fo any nigga We'll shower you We young strapped and powerful And I ain't gotta lie to you (Proof) Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo Blazin at popo escapin and lay low they call my tongue yayo But I spit fire I lit five inside a fuckin dickrider The clip slider Love to blast the mag You a fag You love bein ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya Never say that I'm a gangsta ((Swifty): Now that's gangsta) Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like Pac Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nuttin to tell Empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business It won't be the same since we touchin the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew Tuck in this chain Y'all think this shit's a game and I bluffin for fame I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains Chorus (Kuniva) he only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done Toke the gun It's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggaz'll put your fuckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless That's why I'm heated You never know who start creepin Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin I'd rather pack the heat and not need it Rather then need one and not have it I married this glockmatic Nowhere without my gun (Kon Artist) You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds Spittin these rounds from fo pounds While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth Is they possibly alive *Shooting and screaming* Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault Like fast wheels who will perish shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's swingin like Columbine kids from Colorado Chorus (Bizarre) This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry) It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst It'll make Holyfield start fighting It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writin It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Koran It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Chorus (Eminem)Pistol Pistol (Swifty)Nigga, you better have aim (Eminem)I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol (Swifty)Cuz if you don't you finished (Swifty)Flat out (Bizarre)Detroit (Swifty)Nigga (Bizarre)Detroit (Eminem)I'm sorry (Swifty)What? (Eminem)Fuck it (Bizarre)The fuck we stayin (Swifty)Fuck around and get popped (Swifty)With no hesitation (Swifty)Straight up (Bizarre)Look where the fuck we stay at (Bizarre)Nigga what where the fuck we stay at (Bizarre)Fuck around with us (Bizarre)You get us popped (Bizarre)You fuckin get us popped *Laughin* |
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Stop
You want me to do what? What are those? You want me to stick those in your what? (Chorus: Bizarre) What is on your nasty mind? (Nasty mind, nasty mind) Don't you wanna get some from behind? (From behind, from behind) Then 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 too Swift on my toes To get caught up with you hoes You don't know me (uh huh) See I ain't gotta front or play the role (for real) I'm an O.G. I know when you're being phony See you're probably boning them officers Just to pull up on me (slut) That's why sixty percent of women that's 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 fuck 'em and pass 'em to my homies (right) Then he fuck 'em and pass 'em to the homies (take her) I'm a nasty ass macaroni You flashing fast money You can pass the Roley Fuck a alimony (bitch) If you want me And ain't out screaming about your monthly I'll be sticking your pretty ass until you turn ugly (damn) You suddenly see stars when fucking me Ain't no menages I-want-'em-in-threes Release your garments (trick) It ain't even me to hold back I'll fuck your mom quick Have her running around this bitch screaming "That's my dick!!" (Kuniva) Yo, I know I'm dogmatic But your pussy walls have had it (that's right) It's evident that you been fucking like a jackrabbit But I stayed focused (bitch) So I acted like I didn't notice And fucked her with no baby lotion And bust in the soap dish Hoe, you can quote this Your breath is smelling like You done sucked a senior citizen's old dick Go spit (damn) You gon' get choked quick Talking all that hoe shit All agressive asking for a slow kiss No bitch (get the fuck outta here) You like freaking See you every night creeping Sucking off the nice deacon Slut you made his wife leave him (cunt) So keep slurping I'll be down to the fullest But forget it bitch Your nipples look like AK bullets (I'm out) Chorus (Kon Artis) Yo, I'm tearing down whatever you built Your marriage is through Cuz I answered your wife's door naked Wrapped in a quilt Hoes say, "Kon Artis got a dick so big" Man, I could persuade any bitch To have eight of my kids Shit, bitch I should be locked up For having honies' legs cocked up In the back of my pop's truck I'm not fucked up I just got a fetish for shooting Cumm in coochie Till the pussy is pooting it back out I 69'd this one bitch and she bled in my mouth (shit) Kicked her out Cleaned the couch out And beat up my clout 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 It's just not important (naw) You look like one of my mistresses On welfare, ten kids like the rest of my bitches Dreams of fucking a handicapped bitch Suck my dick 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 ass freak While I'm beating my meat Your daughter acting like she asleep (ya right) Our love is like thunder and lightning After it's over I'm looking like I got my ass kicked by Tyson Chorus I just wanna get freaky baby (repeat) |
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[Verse 1: Eminem]
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-(gu-uh-uh)-sting I'm (what?!), a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencing '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 walking, talking, Ouija board Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before .. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf 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, motherfucking schizo So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, 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 going through it when he's writing his rhyme? [Hook: Eminem] 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 [Verse 2: Bizarre] It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Picking 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 burning, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary Eating a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carrie [Hook] [Verse 3: Kon Artis] 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 5 a iontons 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 living (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 [Hook] |
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| 0:37 |
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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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| 10. |
| 5:05 |
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(Eminem)
Uh... yo yo yo... yo I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills I've been t' mushroom mountain, once or twice but who's countin' But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills (Yo, yo) Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of valium 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 (Woops) Aww shit, I started a mosh pit Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids (Argh!) These 'shrooms make me hallucinate Then I sweat till I start losin' weight Till I see dumb shit start happenin' Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin' to rap again So bounce, bounce, come on bounce (Gunfire) I said come on, bounce! Everybody in the house with a half an ounce (Me!) Not weed, I meant coke, dumb-ass sit down We don't bullshit, better ask around D12 throws the bombest bash in town Bizarre, your mom is passin' out Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out (Come on!) (Kon Artis and Kuniva) Fuck that, someone help Denaun He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn Heh, hey Von you see me steppin' on these leprechauns? It gotta be acid cause the X is gone Yeah I took 'em all, dog, with some parmigian' 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 ? This substance equals cuffs Red pills, blue pills, and green Big pills (that's ill), mescaline! (Eminem) I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills I've been t' mushroom mountain, once or twice but who's countin' But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills 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 S?somethin', some'in, some'in, some'in, some'in, (mumbling)... (Proof) Pop pills; pills I pop Pop two pills, on stilts I walk Snort two lines that were filled with chalk Thought I was Incredible and killed the Hulk I wanna roll away like a Rollerblade Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days And when I'm old and gray, look for dope to smoke No okey-doke, I'm packin' my nose with coke (Cough cough cough) am I supposed to choke? Had an accident when the Trojan broke Aww, poor baby, born by whore lady Now I gotta strangle a? (You're crazy!) (Swifty McVay) I pop fo' Es at one time And I don't need water when I'm swallowin' mine (Yeah, you got any 'shrooms?) Does Bizarre smoke crack? We can't get jobs 'cause our arms show tracks ? Why the hell you niggas think I rap? We do it just to get your company hijacked And if you like smack (uh-huh) then I might too (Swift, chill) I just wanna get high like you! (Eww) And I don't give a damn if they white or blue (Uh-huh) Speed, 'shrooms, down to valiums (Uh-huh) Even smoke weed outta vacuums I just copped some and I'm goin' back soon (Eminem) I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills I've been t' mushroom mountain, once or twice but who's countin' But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills (Bizarre) I'm at rave lookin' like a slave, high off chronic Gin and tonic demonic, body smell like vomit Pussy poppin', acid droppin', dope-headed guy Heroin mescaline, pencil-legs, wanna try? Blue pills, golden seals, got Bizarre actin' ill Drugs kill. (Yeah right.) Bitch, I'm for real! Shut your mouth you dirty slut, you know you want it in your butt I'll put it in your cunt; let Bizarre nut! (Eminem) I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills I've been t' mushroom mountain, once or twice but who's countin' But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills 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 S?somethin', some'in, some'in, some'in, some'in, (mumbling)... Fuck it. |
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| 11. |
| 4:21 |
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[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, 'Let's get it on!' A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack] The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that?' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. [Chorus] It's fight music! |
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| 4:57 |
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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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G-shit
What up? I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth This is straight G-shit And all you can do is respect it (Swifty) Well I'm a state my name Swift McVeigh None of y'all niggas got shit to say Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee Plus I'm big headed running things my way A selfish man The back of the hand We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can Prostitute I want my loot And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and Y'all giving niggas what they need and Till bitches understand the meaning Swift McVeigh is blowing up Courvoisier till I'm throwing up Wanna player hate me bitch so what? What's your function? Where's your bucks? All you wanna do is wanna stick 'em up You wanna rob me but I got too much D12 naturally lifted You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit You fuck with me I fuck with you Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too I got grenades What the hell you little 22 gon' do? (Y'all ain't gon' shoot) Your majors' soft Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what) Made 'em cough (ya) Blood and shit (ha) That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get We runs this bitch So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real) If he want head then prepare to suck (do it) Even if the nigga don't care to nutt For every stroke it's a hundred bucks Respect the game You just a slut So open your legs up and get my duck (bitch) (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Got get my (dough) Go bring me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (I work for you baby) You my bitch (Proof) I do spit game No longer than my name There where my chain hang My nuts do the same Don't pay pussy Pussy pay me Bitch, slut, hoe, my lady And knowing the fact I was born to mac That's why I got a hoe in the back Blowing my sack Got good game It's a hood thang Got a huge brain Loot of pootang But I'm all bank Run that cheese Tell that trick nigga (come back please) I'm a L-7 that's a square You my bottom hoe You gotta know Off to a plan to make a lot of dough So suck fast bitch and swallow slow Bitch quit talking back Now walk the track (Kon Artis) I don't pay for ass You pump my gas You get slapped for a short of cash I get whip lashed when I hit the gas And holler out the window with a hash Where's my scratch? Bitch, that's it Suck it, stroke it, make me rich Cuz a token of my appreciation it's Another client for you to hit I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids You shoulda picked another occupation trick You stuck with me Fuck with me and I'm a smack you up in this truck You must have lost your mind or something Crying and whining like you dying and suffering Go suck some head for an extra buck(or something) You know what You made nothing I'm just another case of a lazy husband (Kuniva) I want the paper stacked Buy you an outfit it Then take it back When you page me bitch I never page you back You only act a certain way that I make you act Hoes recognize and niggas do too Cuz they realize that niggas who shoot Don't like a chick that act too cute Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops And don't be asking me all kind of questions All harrassing me calling stressin Or I may have to release some aggression And beat you to death and Teach you a lesson Looking for handouts Like you my damn spouse Pull your pants down And fuck my mans now Shut your damn mouth Or get in the damn house Open the damn blouse And suck on my damn crouch (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Bring me my (dough) Got get me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (I work for you baby) You my bitch (Bizarre) Love the pussy Sell that pussy bitch Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich You gotta itch You fucking dirty bitch Now get on the corner and start sucking some dick Niggas want pussy And I need cash So mom get out there and start selling your dirty ass Bizarre quick to hit 'em Then stick 'em Fuck it I'll let you hear one of my victims (Somebody help, I'm on Seven Mile and Muriel) Shut up bitch you talk too much And about to get fucked in your dirty butt Never seen a pimp like me out here whoring Shut your fucking mouth and you'll be out by the morning Cuz I'm the dirtiest pimp you ever heard of Give me my 5000 and take this cheeseburger (bitch) Go suck dick at a bachelor party So what if you on your period(I want my fucking money) Blood never hurt nobody (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Give me my (dough) Go bring me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (cuz I work for you baby) You my bitch That's all you is You just a dirty ass bitch Dirty ass, nasty ass, skanky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch But I love you Kim (Outro: Kuniva as Rondell Beene) And there you have it goddammit The fundamentals of pimping You heard it here first From the dirtiest dozen you've ever seen in your goddamn life Well this is Rondell Beene on the scene And we keep the pussy hole smiling Because we always wilding You know what I'm saying? Fuck what everybody else be talking 'bout We letting you know right here That pimping it ain't dead We love getting head In dirty ass bed That's just what we do You know we were throwing hip heroin parties back in 1968 The pussy is all great I see you at eight, bitch! |
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| 5:10 |
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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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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 niggaz D-12, these lil' punk ass niggaz Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new motherfucker named (Obie Trice) Obie Trice, first I took the underground over The well-known asshole brought y'all whore Then the industry start interestin 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 Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin with them stupid bitches Different species (AHHH!) Shittin on you punk motherfuckers with a Dirty Dozen type of feces |
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| 16. |
| 4:19 |
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[Eminem]
I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix Try to stop it but you cain't do it (ha ha) A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this Kurt Cobain music - students converted to 'caine users as soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it What's your name? [Swifty McVay] Judas Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this I got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't understand how I'm all up in you niggaz TV's like Carole Anne I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to strike Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice (Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice I rob casinos, slugs, eat those You'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong [Chorus: Eminem] It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! Yes it's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! [Kon Artis] It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off! The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes Beat up strangers without a reason, I'm a anus Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards Walkin zombied it's ornery Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie [Kuniva] Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt A deranged team, smokin ganja greens This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines I pledge allegiance 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 [scream] From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet [Chorus] [Bizarre] STOP TAKIN DRUGS!! I'm tryin My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron And if I die, it won't be because I got shot It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock Takin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facin Police breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement (Jermaine!) A rapist that'll bust in your mouth I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread It's me again, fuckin dirty jinn So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in No medication, I'm out of perkasets I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wet [Chorus] [Eminem] It's Devil's Night! |
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| 17. |
| 0:50 |
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[eminem]hey steve, vanessa said you waned to see me
[steve]marshall, I can call you marshall right? [eminem]uhh, sure [steve]good, sit the f**k down for a second [eminem]okay [steve]do you just f**kin hate me? [eminem]hate you? [steve]what the f**k have I ever done to you? [steve]your last record, we got lucky [steve]this d12 album is f**ked [eminem]what's wrong with it? [steve]i don't wanna rape my grandmother [steve]i don't wanna have sex with pitbulls [steve]i wanna roll on dubs, I want throw bows, I wanna rock prada [eminem]rock prada? [steve]and who the f**k is this bizarre guy? [eminem]what do you mean [steve]do you need a cat-scan? [steve]where the f**k 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**k you [steve]get the f**k outta here [steve]noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowww [eminem]okay, okay, shit |
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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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| 19. |
| 5:35 |
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Eminem
Girls (Limp Bizkit Diss) Ayo dog I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that I need to get off cuz If I don't I'ma fucking explode or somethin Now look This is the story about Some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this It's so easy for me to make enemies anymore it's sickenin People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shit list 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 a position that I don't wanna be in shit I never had beef with you corny son of a bitches But now this shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it So I'm telling you right now Motherfucker 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'da never involved my crew if it wasn't for Pupils Peoples, whatever your backpacking cyphering name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin I'da never involved you But you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shit list 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 weasle, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props on that song you on national TV Talking '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 in 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 screaming 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 Cuz I swear to God this ain't just a song I'm trying to prewarn you Lethal, when I fuckin see you dawg, I'm swingin on you Motherfuckers must think cuz I'm in trouble with the law That I won't jaw Up my sentence and double it tomorrow Y'all are some Girls (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 know (we all know, ha) How fuckin cowards roll (keep rollin' rollin' rollin') In fucking Bentleys And pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or 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 Or 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'll fight for Kim All of them been with me through this fucked up life that I'm in That goes for all my dawgs from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Melman Till I'm hoist away In my coffin I'll never soften no matter how often I'm tested I never give a fuck I won't ever be interested Love me or hate me As much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I've stated The shit that I been through My pencil never could pencil But I won't ever be this gullible ever again, no 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 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 Cuz I know you're sayin fuck D12 Only not to our face, under your breath, and to yourselves Little Girls (motherfucking females) Why do you act this way? (why do you act this way, huh?) Why do y'all act like fucking sissies You pussies keep talking shit behind my back You just some bitches for that And we all know (now we all know the truth) How fucking cowards roll (keep rollin' rollin' rollin') In fucking Bentleys And pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or 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 Or 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 And that's it That's all there is to it dawg If you don'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 Talking about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If you're scared of Whitey Ford dawg Just say you're scared of Whitey Ford That's it That's all you had to fuckin say I wouldn't a 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 fuckingyou 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 Ha ha |
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