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Facebook Q&A LyricsQ: Why dont you smile? A: aint shit funny Q: Where is the toy warehouse? A: google that shit Q: Do you put Nutella on your waffles in the morning ? A: íve been doing the berzerk face for two months straight Q: Hi! Which person from history, do you most admire.. and why?? A: ali, wasnt afraid of any challenge Q: Did you overcome your fear of giraffes? A: no, just sick of sticking my neck out for people Q: If you could go back and change one thing about MMLP2, what would that be and why? A: I would have added dont front on to the deluxe bonus disc but we didnt clear the sample in time Q: What made you change your hair color again? A: slim shadys back bitch Q: How are you doing? A: good Q: What tips can you give to people whos just starting to write songs A: keep writing Q: i dont know what i ask :/ A: i dont know what you say Q: Ladies send me a friend request. married or single:) friends are always good:) A: sned this guy a friend request Q: do you even lift? A: fuck yeah bro Q: What is your all time favorite thing to do while you wind down from a busy day? A: nintendo bitch, run punch jump Q: do you have a dog? A: nope Q: What do you think of Macklemore and Ryan Lewis and their style? What other artists do you like? A: I think they made a great album Q: how long did it take to write Rap God ? A: six minutes and one second Q: What do you think J.Cole? A: He is dope Q: What tips can you give to people whos just starting to write songs A: keep writing Q: Whos your favorite comic-book hero? A: spiderman Q: That Ken Kaniff in Wicked Ways skit, damn man, laughed so much A: thanks, me too Q: Are you the first rapper to smack a bitch or say faggot? A: apparently yes Q: Whos your favorite basketball team? A: detroit pistons Q: what time is it there ??? A: you have no idea how funny that is Q: what is your favorite TV series/show? A: the wire Q: Favorite spot to masterbate outside of home? A: mcdonalds bathroom Q: Whats your favorite Mexican food mother fucker A: tacos bitch! Q: Awesome! A: indeed Q: what is byour favorte NFL team A: the lions Q: Why do you hate the broncos so bad? A: i dont, matthew does Q: Did you ever stroke Rick Rubins beard in the studio to get ideas? A: no, we only sampled the stroke Q: I wish you could see my questions A: i kinda just did Q: Can u mix your own track alone? I mean Eq Compression etc A: pretty damn close Q: what inspired you to start rapping? A: ll cool j Q: Ever eat Jets pizza? Best thing about warren MI when I visited :) A: fuck yeah, its delicious Q: How do you keep a straight face when you incorporate so many awesome puns in your lyrics? A: i laugh enough when I am recording them, thats why I never smile Q: Do you do cleaning at home? :D A: i wipe my own ass Q: How are you doing? A: good Q: What is one thing that you get annoyed at the most ? A: when people keep asking me if I am retiring Q: Have you had a nose job A: if I did I should sue the doctor Q: Why don’t you follow anyone on Twitter? A: always be a leader, not a follower Q: I would cry if you saw this ;( A: start crying Q: Im sure that you are not going to see this comment.. A: boy were you wrong, gotta wrap this up. thanks everyone for the questions, I got to get back to work28Embed

The Cross Lyrics Braveheart... I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion Id still be carried in the chariot by stampedin horses Had to bring it back to New York Im happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion Id still be carried in the chariot by stampedin horses Had to bring it back to New York Im happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross Yall can keep yall weak beats from your corny producers Theres a new king of the streets, youre gonna get used to I was the old king of the streets, that yall once hated But now I reinvented myself, and yall all waited NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggas Against Society Noisy I aim, not silently, noose all surroundin me I hang em, I string em up, aint no thing, I just drop em To which doctor you copped And you locked and it aint what it was I changed it up from that pop shit, its hard to see R&B Rappers arguably, started fuckin up the game horribly Cause I parted the sea, then these novices targeted me Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin to me What Ive discovered is my brothers tryin to be The next me, yeah I support him, but hes blinded I see Jealousy, he love me to death and Im buggin I love him for life, we both still mournin on our mothers life And I dont need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck A six, a truck, some guns to bust I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo ass With the Nasty Nas diary, get out my path I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary wouldve an abortion Id still be carried in the chariot by stampedin horses Had to bring it back to New York Im happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion Id still be carried in the chariot by stampedin horses Had to bring it back to New York Im happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I cant keep a bitch cause none of them come before little Des I cant be too rich, too many hoes lined up for sex I cant rest until my niggas in houses with pretty mazes Water and flowers in em While my niggas walk around in they trousers grinnin Gotta keep a lot of heat; .30 cals, 10 millimeters .40 cals plus the Heckler to set yall straight You too light? I shoot your freckles out You too dark? The infrared show you what the TEC about Huh? Im stressin out, need more offices for bosses Secretaries and meetings with big sharks who mad greedy We can sell mo boats on the coast Give coats to the po, and give hope to the broke, then live low But that aint reality; I look happy, but under the sky You see a nigga who know, out of three women two out of three Will love you but lead you to they own hidden evil Bitch! You the reason niggas be beefin, ho get on Posed to be Earth, aint worth the pussy that you sit on From here on its a new day Million dollars aint what it was yesterday Many problems, many niggas, most involved but they fake Hope yall relate I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion Id still be carried in the chariot by stampedin horses Had to bring it back to New York Im happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion Id still be carried in the chariot by stampedin horses Had to bring it back to New York Im happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross, I carry the cross11Embed

No One’s Iller Lyrics Yeah… ha ha ha Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin at you Eminem and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty, ha ha No ones iller than me No one, no one is iller than me No one is iller than me Its Mr. Swifty from the 313 I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin they fingers Bring this competition and face this meaning Got your whole crew doin subpoenas Hell nah, you aint seen a crew, genius Murder whoevers between us, pack your heaters Keep it close, you cant beat us While your whole crew treat us like Gs, you best believe this I done made quadriplegics outta these non-rappin rejects While the whole world ejects your tape It aint no secret that your shit sounds fake You cant stop it, my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin to stop the crime rate Im like toothaches: Im painful to rappers Then you can tell from these shells How I gotta bend em like root canals I erase all trails, somethin farther from gettin bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linking trials Horrified, and keep on frontin, repentin and lose they bowels Everything is foul when Swifts around, vacate now Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? Im gonna take this gnac and drink it straight wild Niggas steady fallin in my face like milk crates – BLAAAOW! Its Swifty from the 313 Like I said, no one is iller than me, unnhh Me and Eminem and Mike, drivin down Van Dyke Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin transvestite Still on probation for stranglin my boy Jason Should be takin my medication, its nine to 10 Im facin Last week this old man I had to blast ‘Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook Didnt realize it was my grandmother til I checked her pocketbook Fuckin with the white boys got me back on crack Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at I done lost 100 pounds, I aint been eatin like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin good Rob this little boy in his fuckin paper route Throwin bombs at day care centers and yell: Everybody get out! My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a two-piece ‘Cause she found out I was havin an affair With her 10-year-old niece No one, no ones iller than me Its Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me Its Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 Nobody better test me, ‘cause I dont wanna get messy Especially when I step inside this bitch, dipped freshly New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs Whippin 40-bottles like the fuckin Pepsi clubs Down a fifth, crack open a six Im on my seventh 8-Ball, now I gotta take a piss Im hollerin at these hoes that got boyfriends Who gives a fuck who they was? Im always takin someone elses girl like Cool J does They probably dont be packin anyways — do they, Fuzz? We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted, stab your abdomen With a hand-crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin crib up when I ran past it Fuckin felon, headed to Hell in a handbasket Talkin shitll get you, your girl and your man blasted Kidnapped and slapped in a van, wrapped in Saran plastic Get your damn ass kicked By these fantastic furious four motherfuckers Flashin in front of your face without the Grandmasters Slim Shady, aint nobody iller than me I run shit like an ass with legs Massive lead to leave your cabbage red Similar to your ass in a casket dead Drastic spread of acid heads Come to abort you like a bastard egg That trash you said got you standin on plastic legs Ask the feds if Im past the edge Rockin the most classic threads, flashin bread Roll down the window: Bitch, you got some fantastic legs! You can get til that ass get red You can get til that ass get red Bizarre, you get him and him Swift, you get him and him, Ill get him and him Leave the other two for my nigga Eminem Never writers block, I block writers My blocks tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up screamin, Get the cops, quick! And got drop kicked, now she screamin, Stop it! Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scoota 97 crop pick Sick of yall niggas lookin at me like I got tits I shoot a rocket through your optic You niggas still dont know the top pick I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass And have you shittin socks, bitch P Rock shit, leave your fuckin knot split Grab the green from Al by showin him hot grits — Aint nobody iller than me Its the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me Its Eminem and Swift from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me Its Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 You have now witnessed four ill emcees From the home of potholes and trash Well lyrically blast18Embed

Soldier Like Me Lyrics So what Im gonna do, hopefully, is I wanna be… Im, I, Im not a wanna be I am 2Pac Shakur 2Pac 2005! Guess whos back! Guess whos back! Guess whos back! Guess whos back! Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Posse deep as I roll through the streets Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps Layin so low youd think Im asleep But at the slightest beef Im robbin niggas of they teeth And OPD can get the dick if they play toughy Last time them niggas rushed me I aint bust, but now Im touchy, trust me Aint nothin jumpin but these buckshots A niggas got enough knocks, Im poppin at corrupt cops Them motherfuckers catch a hot one You wanted to start a problem Now you coward cops have got one And theres no prison that can hold a Motherfuckin soldier, ready to roll and take control So now I jack em while they sleepin Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct Some people panic, brothers bugged out I had to keep poppin ‘cause theres no stoppin till they rubbed out And they vest dont protect from the head wounds Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon Smoke risin from the barrel of my shotty I finally got revenge, now count the bodies Twenty cops, one for every year in jail Tryna keep a nigga down, but shit fails Before I let you take me, I told ya Fuck bein trapped — Im a soulja! I bet you that I got something you aint got Thats called courage It dont come from no liquor bottle It aint Scotch, its not bourbon I dont walk around like no G ‘Cause that aint me, Im not that person I dont try to act like you do ‘Cause that aint you, you just frontin, you aint? 2Pac and the Mad Bitch In the six-fo rag on them thangs, thats a bad bitch Gettin ghost on them bitches in the town Bustin out the back seat, nigga, when we clown Homie, is you down? Dee got the strap and she anxious Hurry up fore she spank shit Comin round the corner spittin rounds They cant hold me down Caught them sucker-ass bitches outta bounds Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate Make em pray for the Judgement Day Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate Make em pray for the Judgement Day—stinkin beyotch! I bet you that I got somethin you aint got Thats called courage It dont come from no liquor bottle It aint Scotch, its not bourbon I dont walk around like no G ‘Cause that aint me, Im not that person I dont try to act like you do ‘Cause that aint you, you just frontin, you aint Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me13Embed

Place to Be Lyrics Kane is in the building, nigga Fuck the whole world, mane, we are the freshest Im higher than a baby on a seesaw with Precious Yall just the messengers, we are the message You bang on wax, I beef off the record Rap like I trap, you cant spit this flow I slang water, slang flour, Ima get this dough, yeah Behind my zipper where her lipstick go Like an embryo in a hooker, Im in this ho Nickel! Right off the rip, nigga, we are the dopest Yall in front of the cameras, we are the focus Yall are the watered-down, we are the potent Yall call yall bosses, we call the GOAT then We ball fo sho and, here we are fast cats Fly me and bombs over Baghdad: B.o.B The only thing I hate to see is hate in the place to be What an incredible place to be Away from the bullshit, Im fading slowly Aint no other place Id rather be Away from the lowlifes, surrounded by money What about nines and super freaks? Bottle Patrón , I’m on that green Put it down for the team , so while my pill Is kicking in, take another shot What an incredible place to be Im feeling like Cassius, at last, its the greatest Angry intelligent rap, mad innovative Yall blast garbage shit, we blast the haters Hip-hops a community, we smack the neighbors The last men standing when the shit get real When the rest up, we stepped up like a 6-inch heel, yeah Im getting used to how this rich shit feel Dont judge me, Im trying my best to make my dick sit still Uh Fresh in the strip club, he be the realest The drugs got her numb, but she feel this I said I need a lover for an hour, not anything like a spouse Told her the roofs missing, but e’rythings on the house Table full of liquor, somethings gotta hit the spot She might even put them on the glass if we mix a lot Get her nice and buzzed The nightll end when we decide it does What an incredible place to be Away from the bullshit, Im fading slowly Aint no other place Id rather be Away from the lowlifes, surrounded by money What about nines and super freaks? Bottle Patrón , I’m on that green Put it down for the team , so while my pill Is kicking in, take another shot What an incredible place to be You already know, nigga, we bes the flyest You mightve seen high, but nigga we get the highest Far as lighters, I need at least a three week supply with All this pussy thrown at me, now Im knee-deep in gina Bitch, Im boss, fuck around and unleash Goliath I go deeper gettin poon, you’re wet, I call me Poseidon Im a giant, I eat beats and I burn good Thats my diet, B.o.B and Slaughterhouse 5’9” Every time I scribble a rhyme down, niggas be like Crooked, Ortiz , sick with the flow Or explosive, know it be like Floetry So its Ambrosis, I wrote it, know that its cool to quote it, Joe L, one hell of a relevant MC, fella, ya melon is empty, so elementary Benevolency resides inside our pens, C R-double-O-K-E-D I, far up and away ‘Cause we be high What an incredible place to be Away from the bullshit, Im fading slowly Aint no other place Id rather be Away from the lowlifes, surrounded by money What about nines and super freaks? Bottle Patrón , I’m on that green Put it down for the team , so while my pill Is kicking in, take another shot What an incredible place to be Away from the bullshit, Im fading slowly Aint no other place Id rather be Away from the lowlifes, surrounded by money What about nines and super freaks? Bottle Patrón , I’m on that green Put it down for the team , so while my pill Is kicking in, take another shot What an incredible place to be 4Embed

Shake That Lyrics Woo, Shady, Aftermath Hey, bitch There she goes, shakin that ass on the flo Bumpin and grindin that pole The way shes grindin that pole I think Im losin control I bought a lil Patrón, I get in the Henn, Im gone My eyes aint clear and Im gone so she hearin me wrong Im kinda in the zone cause the DJ playin my song Just another opportunity for sayin Im known Im from Atlanta, so southern aint just a part of my grammar I can up and cock the hammer for any nigga with anim But I came here to get on Goose and Tropicana Get loose, put some more in my juice and your caboose Sippin everything from white grain to deuce-deuce With nothin to gain but migraines and loose tooths Eminem came with Obie, Stat and Proof too Bobby Creek is in the place, the name is new, too But the money been around, my drinks is ten a round I can make her spin around, least she keep her dinner down Simmer down, we can hit the telly when the fun stops And I let you and your girl come tickle my gumdrops, yo Three to the one from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the D Let me tell you how I made her leave with me Conversation and Hennessy Ive been to the motherfuckin mountain top Heard motherfuckers talk, seen em drop If I aint got a weapon Ima pick up a rock And when I bust yo ass Im gon continue to rock Get your ass of the wall with your two left feet Its real easy, just follow the beat Dont let that fine girl pass you by Look real close cause strobe lights lie We bout to have a party, turn the music up Lets get it started, go head and shake your butt Im lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin, baby? Step right up Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are bout it, bout it Im lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say, every day she be givin it up Now shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, cmon, girl Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, aw, girl Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, cmon, girl Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me One slug couldnt snuff young cuz Goodness gracious, haters stay on his nuts Would just like a hoodrat chick who was curious Serious, full breast, ready to touch Whos that in the coupe blew back with a blue new hat Givin head while he poppin the clutch? True that, I had a few, Obie rollin with Bruce And Nathaniel annually knockin the boots Its all manual the way I get em outta they shoes Talk a lil shit, then they anusll ooze Hock a lil spit on my dang-a-lang, boo Its Shady, you know the name of the crew You know the aim is to bang you in a mansion With a Magnum when the night came to the matinee Mathers, Nate, Obie came to party You better ask somebody Now shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, cmon, girl Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, aw, girl Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, cmon, girl Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Shady6Embed

Backstabber Lyrics Attention all units, attention all units We have an all-points bulletin out on a man with green hair I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair Hes armed with a knife, I repeat, hes armed with a knife Proceed with caution, watch your back, fellas He could be coming at your girlfriend next! Theres a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward Hell stab you with a sword, dont be fooled by his charm Hes probably armed with intent to do bodily harm Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair Check at your girls house, he was last seen there He has a mean stare but usually cracks jokes Good luck on your mission and guard your backs, folksQ Come here, you fuckin backstabber! beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha! Haha, come here, you fuckin backstabber! stay away from him, he ain’t no good! We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors Lockin down every block and put up metal detectors Protect yours and be sure that you stand close Watch each others backs and guard your command post And most of all, be advised that hes wise He could be disguised as one of your very own guys! Come here, you fuckin backstabber! beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha! Haha, come here, you fuckin backstabber! stay away from him, he ain’t no good! Im on a solo mission to find him personally To settle the score and to beat him unmercifully For what he first did to me, its sure to be the last Followin footprints with a magnifyin glass To drag his lyin ass back to his padded cell Im mad as hell, on the trail of this tattle tail I heard a yell, the voice sounded familiar Give me your girlfriend, or Im gonna kill ya! Come here, you fuckin backstabber! beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha! Haha, come here, you fuckin backstabber! stay away from him, he ain’t no good! I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps Sneezin at dust and swingin at the spider webs Inside the depths of his basement I taste lint in my mouth, then the lights in the place went I saw my life flash in front of my eyes I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs None of my guys knew where Im at, I was doomed! Then I remembered the flashlight in my costume Come here, you fuckin backstabber! beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha! Haha, come here, you fuckin backstabber! stay away from him, he ain’t no good! Dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing I learned Theyre only powerful when you got your back turned I yearned for the day that we finally met again So I can give him a taste of his own medicine He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen Cuffed him at the scene, then dragged the fella home Beating him over the head with the telephone Attention all cars, attention all cars Unit 313 has apprehended the suspect Hes going back to the crazy home I repeat, hes going back to the crazy home Job well done! Come here, you fuckin backstabber! beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha! Haha, come here, you fuckin backstabber! stay away from him, he ain’t no good! Come here, you fuckin backstabber! beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha! Haha, come here, you fuckin backstabber! stay away from him, he ain’t no good! Come here, you fuckin backstabber! beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha! Haha, come here, you fuckin backstabber! stay away from him, he ain’t no good!17Embed

Pistol Pistol Lyrics Yeah Welcome to Amityville The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.... Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool Sorry officer, I dont care how pissed it get you But I dont go nowhere without my pistol pistol Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us See, Im backwards, I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for asking, they musta been wanting to meet the Lord When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor Shells from the .44 scattered over they porch Busting pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryna break your neck to conversate? Bitch, Ill do it for you Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you You and your ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible Theres no tomorrow for any nigga well shower you We young strapped and powerful and I aint gotta lie to you Stepped in the door, waving the fo-fo Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire I lit five inside a fucking dick-rider The clip slider, love to blast a Mag You a fag, you love being ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya Never say that Im a gangsta Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac Yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It aint nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness Im the hot nigga thats gon put hell outta business It wont be the same since we touching the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain Yall think this shits a game and Im bluffing for fame? Ill squeeze off this TEC until nothing remains Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool Sorry officer, I dont care how pissed it get you But I dont go nowhere without my pistol pistol The only time that Im at peace is when Im close to one Cause I dont know whats waiting for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, its my way of life and it works These cowardly niggasll put your fucking life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless Thats why Im heated, you never know who starts creeping Waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping Id rather pack the heat and not need it Rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic Nowhere without my- bang You know the sound When Im spinnin round, spittin these rounds from four pounds While the whole crowd screamin as loud from they mouths As they possibly allow Nothing is parallel to makin you carousel Aerial somersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistle and hit you while Im shooting at 5-0 Some semi-automatic for statics the motto Spitting like Columbine kids from Colorado Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool Sorry officer, I dont care how pissed it get you But I dont go nowhere without my pistol pistol This .9ll turn a softie to a hard rock Itll make Jehovahs Witnesses think before they knock Itll make your grandmother come outta her purse Itll make Limp Bizkit give in to Fred Durst Itll make Holyfield start fighting Itll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writing Itll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls Itll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall Itll make Christopher Reeves start walking Itll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start barking Itll make a nun turn to a filthy slut Itll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt Itll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde Itll make a redneck start to read the Holy Quran Itll make Ike stop beating Tina Itll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool Sorry officer, I dont care how pissed it get you But I dont go nowhere without my pistol pistol Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga You better have aim, uh Cause if you dont, heh You finished, flat out, hahahahaha Nigga, nigga, nigga What? The fuck we stay at With no hesitation, straight up Ha, ha Look where the fuck we stay at Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at Fuck around with us You get us popped, you fucking get us popped Ahahahaha, you get us popped! Ahahahaha...!19Embed

Hell Breaks Loose Lyrics I want you to understand something That when I come up in this bitch, I want the fans jumping I want the fists pumping in the air, I dont look like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies wont ya fill your cups? Shadys come to feel ya up, are you a D or a C cup? You could even be a B, its just me and D-R-E Youll be in the ER, we are strapped with so much TNT We may blow, no, not even CPR from the EMTs Could help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait You cant cut the mustard Whats your problem, cant you bust a grape? Whats my name? Shady came and just crushed the game Its really not even fair to them Cause they pale in comparison So much they might as well wear his skin Dont you wish you could just share his pen? Cause this shits getting embarrassin The fog is thick and the air is thin Cause he wont even let them try to breathe La-dididi-dadada-didi He makes it look so easy, girl, you just hit the lottery Now thisll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on And hell breaks loose Try to restrain us, you cant contain us Were still gonna make a stink no matter what we do Everywhere we go it seems, were looking for any excuse To just cut loose So thisll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on And hell breaks loose This is when shit hits the fan like it just splattered on Stan This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolled in with Mathers Now chaos erupts, Ems in back, Dres in the front So do what we say at once, this song’s like a seance, it haunts It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance Its like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt Take a day off of what? Man, you better lay off the blunts You must be smoking something, you think I aint smoking nothing, stay off my nuts Now hit the floor, baby, time to wipe away all the rust Shake all them cobwebs loose Loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose Yeah, girl, shake that caboose I dont wanna see you try to make no excuse D-R-E is on the loose A mongoose when it comes to the chronic use You know I cant stand to lose Me and my goons are like animals We come through like a pack of wolves And we came here to retract the roof Yeah, man, aint that the truth Girl, your mans back in the booth Definitely back up in this bitch And this is when all hell breaks loose Now thisll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on And hell breaks loose Try to restrain us, you cant contain us Were still gonna make a stink no matter what we do Everywhere we go it seems, were looking for any excuse To just cut loose So thisll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on And hell breaks loose Now, I know youre feeling discouraged, but, homie, just mark my words Im murderin the flow, liquid courage, Im finna blow As soon as we hit the door, power surges head to toe Im sure to push it as far as words are meant to go Were in the indigo Winnebago with tinted windows Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the block wit your ho With speakers knocking, its three-oclock, me and Doc then proceed to drop E and hop out the vehicle and knock on your door Yeah, so let us in fore we huff and puff and we blow We aint bluffing for nothing, well knock the stuffing out you Revenge is so sweet, move til you injure your feet Yeah, move it or lose it, freak, move to the beat Lose yourself indubitably Pass up on that little cute chick right there? Thatd be pretty damn stupid to me Born and raised in the CPT, yeah, Los Angeles, rules of the streets Them haters hatin on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat Dre fall off? Thats news to me Now thisll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on And hell breaks loose Try to restrain us, you cant contain us Were still gonna make a stink no matter what we do Everywhere we go it seems, were looking for any excuse To just cut loose So thisll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on And hell breaks loose23Embed

Fly Away Lyrics Some people ask me where I been lately They thought I fell off, nobody could save me They play in the background, I dont back down So dont get it twisted and try to play me First I come out, they underrate me Then I come back, they still try to fade me They say Im nasty, say Im crazy They ask what me I think and I say maybe Ill fly away It aint nuttin in the way so I may as well Fly away And aint nuttin else to say so I may as well Fly away I know you wanna see me down but we aint gon Die today Cause I done been to the top and theres nowhere else to go Yeah And the only way to see mes if you looking up from down below Yeah Theres nuttin else to say so I may as well Fly away Yeah, theres nuttin in my way so I may as well Fly away Im on top of this thing so I may as well fly away Yeah Got my self-esteem back, got my confidence up Ima step up on this stage now, Im gonna strut And walk around with my pants hangin off of my butt And you aint bout to tell me nuttin, boy, get off of my nuts It goes one for the money, two for the show My shit dont stink, I dont think so Wipe my ass with the tissue and roll it back up in the roll Are you ready now, here we go, the bald eagle has landed Im back in your hair, sorry for leavin you stranded Im twice as dreaded, evil and rancid They cant sit, I dont think anybody understands it Especially when the worlds silly putty in your hands, its Play-Doh I aint back to play, though, they say he died in a fatal Car crash, shows what they know Shit if I did, itd be a trailer not a car The white trash star, I fuck an RV-up like Brett Favre Homie, you got it backwards, youre dipping your soup inside your crackers I can carry rap till my back hurts Set it down, go right back to the chiropractors Get my back right then Im right back on you bastards I was chasing the dragon, I dont know what happened Its like the feeling I had when I first started rappin, I just Couldnt seem to get back and recapture that magic, so I went back To the lab, thats where I been at, when Some people ask me where I been lately They thought I fell off, nobody could save me They play in the background, I dont back down So dont get it twisted and try to play me First I come out, they underrate me Then I come back, they still try to fade me They say Im nasty, say Im crazy They ask what me I think and I say maybe Ill fly away It aint nuttin in the way so I may as well Fly away And aint nuttin else to say so I may as well Fly away I took a hiatus, haters, now Im back to cause trouble Got the fuckin shape of mushroom clouds for thought bubbles, Im the explosion You aint fucking sick, the hospital Wont even give you cough drops for coughs, cocksucker You think you hot? You aint even lukewarm My pukes hotter than you Youre soft, I use fire to cool me off I told em Id grow up one day and show em Id be able to choke clouds Pick up lightning bolts and throw em Take the world by storm with these words I form Georgi-porgi kissed the girls, make the girls cry for it Make em swarm, make em fight over the shirts Ive worn Swoon over my sweat towels, its mind blowin Yes, Im livin the dream, homie, cant nothing compare I’m so up, I’m stuck in midair, I’m lovin it, yeah Its like these people are steps now, all they do is stare These haters are so pussy, they afraid to be scared This is pay back, like I owe em back pay They spat in my face, now Im back to do them the same exact way And leave this rap game with a bad taste And slap it back out before I step back outta this crap, they Slap me, now Im slappin em back, hey Fuck it, were slap happy, yeah, okay, now Im talking some smack, ayy And I aint looking back, in fact, they can stare at my ass crack Hows that for hind sight? What the track say? Some people ask me where I been lately They thought I fell off, nobody could save me They play in the background, I dont back down So dont get it twisted and try to play me First I come out, they underrate me Then I come back, they still try to fade me They say Im nasty, say Im crazy They ask what me I think and I say maybe Ill fly away It aint nuttin in the way so I may as well Fly away And aint nuttin else to say so I may as well Fly away I know you wanna see me down but we aint gon Die today Cause I done been to the top and theres nowhere else to go Yeah And the only way to see mes if you looking up from down below Yeah Theres nuttin else to say so I may as well Fly away Yeah, theres nuttin in my way so I may as well Fly away Im on top of this thing so I may as well fly away Yeah12Embed

Shit Can Happen Lyrics Bitch Yeah Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen Thats right motherfuckers, we back Same slanging, orangatanging, wilding out on hoodrats They say I act like Im too famous to say Hi And tell em what my name is, but really Im still nameless You niggas dont get it yet, do you? Deal or not, platinum or flop, I still put it through you With a Luger thatll 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 wont deal wit you in front of St. Andrews still? You gay rappers better learn that I wont stop until I see em turn back If you dont slow that roll you got, you gon see these Runyon Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac Fo sho that, ask the others, Brigadell lay you down Next to your mothers mothers grandmother You know Im feeling real rowdy tonight, ready to fight And half the niggas I give dap to I dont 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 kill you in ways you couldnt even fathom You and your madame, its really unexplainable how I have em Who call theyself screaming about a challenge Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent My skills are deeply embedded even your ho said it She was knock kneed, I fucked her, now shes bow-legged In the middle of rapping, I drop the mic And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping Kuniv and Kon Artis, my nigga, we get it cracking While the paramedics pick you up, we on the side, laughing Now this aint funny, so dont you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and yo ass You can be touched, dont think you cant Cause niggas aint fuckin around no more, man This aint funny, so dont you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and yo ass You can be touched, dont think you cant Cause niggas aint fuckin around no more, man The feds cant hold me , I hold feds I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head Raining acid , you cant refrain from getting yo ass kicked Cause you talk too much, you asked for it Im on some massive shit, everybody ignore me They wouldnt fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy These niggas get confronted, then they change stories I cut you and they thinking everythings hunky dory I even have you pouring me the gasoline for me Pulling up slowly, cocktailing your homie You met a lot of niggas, but you wouldnt wanna know me Yo ass might not even make it home wit your Rollie Dont even try, in your system like E. coli Trying to beef with me, nigga please, yo people die Im so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally I survived the abortion immediately, surprise Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns So when the cops come knocking each hands got one Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs One man army, guns cant harm me Young and ornery, worse than my Uncle Ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me I cant stop airing out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flipped at censorship Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite Ive been giving it a hundred and ten percent Cause when I vent, most of my energys spent on enemies Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennessy Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin 10s because I love being under your skin, yeah Shit can happen, so stick to rapping Quit the yapping or Ima lift the MAC and That can lead to another mishap happening Skip the crap, get the can of whoopass cracking Now this aint funny, so dont you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and yo ass You can be touched, dont think you cant Cause niggas aint fuckin around no more, man This aint funny, so dont you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and yo ass You can be touched, dont think you cant Cause niggas aint fuckin around no more, man It can and it will Fuck around with Amityville And you die, insanity spills From the mentality of twelve motherfuckers In six different bodies with their personalities split Fucking you up with hit after hit Sticking you up with clip after clip Making you suck dick after dick Dirty motherfucking dozen The Kon Artis Motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre Swifty MC Vay The Kuniva Dirty father-fucking Harry Putting you down in a cemetery You get buried All you of you motherfuckers Suck our motherfucking cocks We are not playing We are not playing We are not bullshitting This is not a motherfucking joke All of you motherfuckers get smoked15Embed

Bump Heads Lyrics Nigga, hahaha Yeah Shady, haha 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit Haha Here we go again (Conspiracy Theory International Version) Yeah, , the evil genius Green Lantern Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? You cant understand how I get my dough 50 Cent, Im on fire cause Shady said so Im on fire Everybodys in a rush to try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone I aint tryin to use nobody as a steppin stone But dont compare me, Im better off just left alone And I aint even tryin to go there with record sales Im just tryin to keep it humble and respect myself Say, What up?, keep steppin, and just rep D12 Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail And livin reckless, but if you go check my belt You may see something else I use to protect myself A vest, to stop a Ruger and deflect the shells And send em back at you faster than they left the barrels And I dont even carry guns no more, I dont got to Got undercover cops thatll legally pop you And I done seen a lot of people cross the line But this motherfucker Ja must have lost his mind That X got him thinkin he was DMX Then he switched to Pac, now hes tryna be him next So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael? Just keep singin that same song, recycled Wed all much rather get along than fight you Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you And you dont really wanna step inside no mic booth Come on now, you know the white boyll bite you Ill hurt your pride, dawg, and you know I dont like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after Syllable I just slap ya, killin you faster Than you poppin pill after little pill of them tabs Of that shit you on, but if you want it, you got it Youd bump this shit too, if we aint diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to So whats the deal, where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, Ja, what up, dawg? How come you didnt say you had a problem then? When you was standin there with all your men, we coulda solved it then Im a grown man, dawg, come holla All you did was slap hands, smile and swallow Another one of them little X pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be Come on! I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You can talk but soon we gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You can talk but soon we gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me You couldnt son me if my father helped you My punchlines is hot, my bars will melt you Ja, you Stuart Little, shellsll lift you Every other week, Im buyin a new pistol I clap at your ass with this chrome .38 And put six through your hats, a seven and 3/8s Irv, you aint Suge Knight, you shook night Ill put my knife in your windpipe and breeze on the turnpike You know and I know who took your chain You got robbed two times so your ass a lame Im down to die for this shit, all I need is bail You better stick to the movies with Steven Segal I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You can talk but soon we gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You can talk but soon we gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me fuck that, Im tired of waitin These industry niggas startin to get outta hand Like I wont find your whereabouts by stompin em out your man We killin New York, even in Compton they understand Im on the block where you was raised blowin chocolate up out your van and They see me pop up more icy cause I could You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood Cause when you paranoid its hard to make a song How you want it with us if half of your artists got make-up on? Every magazine I open you on your knees takin prayer pictures And you aint even got shot yet, you scared bitches You dont know nothin bout what pain is, sucka Ill put your ass underground like a train conductor, muhfucker I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You can talk but soon we gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You can talk but soon we gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me Yeah, nigga Yeah, Shady Aftermath G-Unit Fuck you think they call us G-Unit for? Cause we move units, uh-huh Dont think we aint billin you for this motherfuckin studio time Matter of fact, keep it on 50, well call it even, ha8Embed

1997 Rap Olympics Lyrics Ima tell you this for your own benefit Your shit was dope as hell, specially when you wrote ninety-percent of it What you need to do is practice on your freestyles Fore you come up missin, like Snoop Doggs police files This type of literature that Im spittin be hittin You gonna swear to God this shit was written But it wasnt, Ill kill a dozen rappers when Im buzzin Guzzlin, beat your ass like a jealous husband Now, you boys are about to suffer and see north When you go in a coma longer than Vladimir Konstantinov Cut the damn machine off Get a clean cloth, and wipe this bloody video screen off Im movin in for the kill, plus I got the trap set I can tell youre wack as fuck, and I aint even hear you rap yet Look at you thinkin, Im about to whip his ass ‘Cause Ima do some written shit, plus I get to go last. Well, guess what? Even if I go first, its no worse My shits still gon demolish yo verse Im bout to slice you like a Ginsu And anything you say can and will be used against you In a court of law, Im short and raw Take your fuckin shit and cut it off Yo, you wanna be a dope MC? Look, dont get mad and start takin your period out on me Cause I aint done shit to you You wanna represent on the microphone, but you rap sleazily I aint about to battle this fake ass Eazy-E There aint no way Ima do this bullshit I dont give a fuck, Im loaded up with a full clip Rhyme of the month? You couldnt get the tape of the day Take him away, I rip him like a paper mache I heard you rap before, you aint about shit This whole battle was mismatched, like your outfit Try to battle me and get your mouth split You sold out, like Ticketmaster Outlet Ha ha, I bust and I crush I dont give a fuck, aint no way that you can fuck with us Im givin back with pimp shit I laminate that ass in a badge and wear it at the Rap Olympics Blah-badee-blah-da-blah-blah—stop babblin! You so fuckin wack Ima walk away while you battlin Fuck that, Im on a brand new solo mission To make sure that Wendy Day kicks your ass out of the rap coalition I throw a switch at an execution With an overdose of devotion Dont talk back, Im the dope, bitch So who you sound like on the mic? There was only one 2Pac, your thug style is just one big sike Take a big hike, bitch, you cant catch me Your best rhymes still aint shit, like a patsy What the fuck you gonna do? Ill battle anybody in your crew And I dont give a fuck, I slaughter boys Especially wack-ass emcees that will wear a fake-ass corduroy Im bout to make this mic short circuit This beat is wack as fuck—this shit fits you perfect! I got so many ways to diss you that Im playful with you Ill let a razor slit you, til they have to staple-stitch you And everybody in this fuckin placell miss you If you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue Nobodys hearin you, youre a wack liar Damn! All your white jokes just backfired ‘Cause, bitch, you barkin up the wrong tree Now go tell all your boys that you was beat by a honkey I dont give a fuck, Ill kill ya Bitch, you better recognize me, like I look familiar Anything you say, Ima kill ya Grill ya, when I fuckin drill ya Im Marsh, but youre the one thats mellow28Embed

Stir Crazy Lyrics Uhh, hell yea man, hm, oh fuck yeah When Im not at home beating my shit to death Im listening to The Madd Rappers album This is Ken Kaniff And Im still mad as hell Fuck you Im crazy with this razor, with this razor, Im crazy With this crazor Im razy, razor crazed, Im crazy! Okay, Im reloading, go bring Jay-Z! Tell him Ima ghostwrite for him on Dres beats Ran in the ladies room naked in a blanket At the banquet and started to spank it Came in the bank with a tank, fired a blank at the clerk And handcuffed her ankles to the safe and thanked her But I didnt take nothing Every bullet came from the same gun, just from different angles Cause I was picking strange places to aim from Crash pay me Psyche! No bread, fucked up in the head Shot my girl and my sister cause I caught them in bed Im a crazy motherfucker, might shoot me a Fed Or I just might start a fistfight instead See as far as the dough go, I go loco See me pumpin gas at your local Sunoco Stuck off the hydro, mixed with cocoa Jump turn styles, then run from po-po Life stinks, we dont give a fuck son, we crazy Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy Fuck wild hoes and bust slugs, we crazy Madd Rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is crazy! Life stinks, we dont give a fuck son, we crazy Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy Fuck wild hoes and bust slugs, we crazy Madd Rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is crazy! Yo, yo, I wish Id been aborted, my pockets got a shortage Everything I wanna floss, I cant afford it Im trying to sell a O, my pops trying to snort it My daughters babysitter is about to be deported Im mad cause I still stand in line for clubs Mad cause my Rottweiler still shits on the rugs Feeling kinda crazy now, I just might flip out Slim Shady gave me shrooms and I might trip out, like (Eh.... Oh... Dude Yo, this shit is crazy... oohhhh..... This is incredible... ohhh....) Fuck that, Slim, keep that for yourself You a crazy white dude and you need some help Word! I got a beautiful wife, kids, and a gorgeous home What would make me jump in the tub with a cordless phone? Im straight vicious, I hit you with plates and dishes Leave you with eight stitches What, Im gay, cause I hate bitches? Slut, dont be nice to me, Ive had it with girls And Ill still be mad at the world even if it apologized to me Youre hearing the last thoughts of a man About to blow his fucking brains out Fall back with a blood stained blouse On top of his spouse, spread out on a blood stained couch In front of his kids that he just killed in the same house Im sicker than Boy George picturing Michael Jackson In little boys drawers shopping at toy stores Shady said it, Shady meant it, I stay demented Ill throw a stroller at you, with a baby in it Go ahead pull the plug, think I wont smack you I just dropped a fucking pill mom, dont vacuum Life stinks, we dont give a fuck son, we crazy Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy Fuck wild hoes and bust slugs, we crazy Madd Rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is crazy Life stinks, we dont give a fuck son, we crazy Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy Fuck wild hoes and bust slugs, we crazy Madd Rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is crazy12Embed

Good Die Young Lyrics Dawg, I shouldnt have left They wouldnt have tried that shit if I was with you Maybe he wouldve picked another time or maybe chose another way Or maybe my prayers wouldve convinced him to choose another soul Shit, its just me, mom and Tony now Man, you look so peaceful right now How can I argue with that? They say that the good die young They say that the good die young Thats why I think that you should have fun Cause time wont wait for no one When God calls, you gotta go home They say the good die young Thats why I know that we gon have fun In this life cause you only get one When God call for me dont cry, I just went home Im sure that everybody heard their momma say thered be days like this When you see, one of your friends die in the midst In the struggle, into the circumstances A risk that they take, just to prove a point to a friend Even then, accidents are prone to happen To any man or woman thats dumb enough to pretend And huh, God will hold them accountable for sins That they commit and they try to repent the sins to repent But I guess thats the way things go I was blessed to see twenty-four To wake up to that Hi, My Name Is video Motivated me to write what I wrote And I knew my little brother sold dope And mom and daddy wanted to move our row I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show I just wish we aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle Cause you know They say that the good die young Thats why I think that you should have fun Cause time wont wait for no one When God calls, you gotta go home They say the good die young Thats why I know that we gon have fun In this life cause you only get one When God call for me dont cry, I just went home I know you used to Bizarre on some silly shit But niggas in my clique is dying quick In Detroit niggas dont party They pull a fo-fo out, snatch off yo Cartis Thats why I keep the pistol under the truck Im 27 years old, too old to be getting jumped And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts B-U-G-Z, tatted on my wrist Me and you in the Jeep, listen to screamo beats Its a shame me and Fuzz dont even speak I got married, my wife name is Dee Peace to 31, and 5150 I miss you I think back on that tragic day my phone rung And Bizarres voice telling me Bugz was going home It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldnt breathe I didnt wanna accept it, didnt wanna believe it I swear, at his wake, dawg I cried so hard Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car While I stand in this booth now, its tearing me apart But I had to let it out cause it was tearing at my heart Cause he died over something so petty and so small A human life is so very precious, I hope yall Understand how Im feeling cause I love you Bugz I wanna rhyme with you, laugh with you, hug you Bugz But I cant, and you were so close to see your dreams A coward came along and took you away from the team So dont mistake this track as just another song This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one Cause you know They say that the good die young Thats why I think that you should have fun Cause time wont wait for no one When God calls, you gotta go home They say the good die young Thats why I know that we gon have fun In this life cause you only get one When God call for me dont cry, I just went home They say its never too late to have an early childhood If I could turn back the hands of time, God should Forgive what I did as a kid that run blocks Now my dreams is just screams, cops and gunshots The fun stops when your homies up in the box My doody Bo, bless his soul, snuffed by the cops I used to question a lot, if theres a God around me say something If you love us so much why aint you gave nothing? When he took my homie Snook was only in eleventh grade Now I hope to see his face at the Heaven gates It aint never late in the game, Satan remains With a grudge to see slugs break through my frames My heart aches with the pain, and life limits breath We got to have fun now, theres only minutes left And in death cause stress youngins is sucked in To get tats for my fallen homies? I aint got enough skin Miss yall! They say that the good die young Thats why I think that you should have fun Cause time wont wait for no one When God calls, you gotta go home They say the good die young Thats why I know that we gon have fun In this life cause you only get one When God call for me dont cry, I just went home When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasnt wise That crashed and the driver died, my partner on the passenger side was paralyzed And Im surprised by the look of that ride, that the other two survived Nine months later, another one dies Somebody shot him in his side when he was starting up his ride Three years go by, I made a hell of a run And thats when Funky got done, Joey playing with guns And Tookie over funds, Cardie was my man And Reggie, I wish that I was with you in that van And Bugz, if it wasnt for you You know I wouldnt be standing in this booth And thats the truth, I miss yall They say that the good die young Thats why I think that you should have fun Cause time wont wait for no one When God calls, you gotta go home They say the good die young Thats why I know that we gon have fun In this life cause you only get one When God call for me dont cry, I just went home They say that the good die young Thats why I think that you should have fun Cause time wont wait for no one When God calls, you gotta go home They say the good die young Thats why I know that we gon have fun In this life cause you only get one When God call for me dont cry, I just went home12Embed

The Interview LyricsIts hell to be Shady Yesterday I yelled a degrading insult At an elderly lady Then I asked her how it felt to be eighty Fuck a senior citizen Suck a wiener, sit and spin And why you driving so slow for Dont you wanna get where you going faster Since you probably gonna die tomorrow You old whore, die old bitch, die Before I murder you6Embed

The Uppercut Lyrics I wanted to bring back that reality But nobody can ever be confused and think Im fuckin Mike Tyson And Im the heavyweight champion, Im a little nigga Thats why its so raw to just watch me battle lions Cause Im a little skinny nigga battlin niggas three times my size Watch this uppercut, here it comes.. Watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come Look out, watch my arms.. Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece Comin equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze Im all over that nigga, come identify the body My middle finger to you ho niggas Run up on me and Ill be forced to let it go nigga I aint the one you wanna try, why? I stayin high I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die Whos runnin these streets? I said that cocaine Cause in the dope game, niggasll die fore they go broke mane Another hustler makin major cash Til the punk police come an raid ya ass Now you stressed doin fed time And its a bitch cause the judge gave you eight years You doin 6 and we know that you cant hang You a trick rolled over, turned snitch like a biatch Now you know you should have ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so whats up? nigga! Now you know you should have ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up? nigga! They got a nigga in the dice game Im feelin lucky but the nigga just a little bigger He tryin fuck me out my cash, Ima blast nigga He dont know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga Gotta go, no need to run for the trunk, I get em up Left to right, my uppercutll hit em up Im known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my Glock The gunshots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga Ima show you not to ever play a true nigga Lay it down just to prove it And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this Now you know you should have ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so whats up? nigga! Now you know you should have ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up? nigga! They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution wont be televised, we keep it silent Roll on our enemies, beat em at they own game Molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames Tired of bein stepped on, sick of bein held back Lookin through my rearview, thinkin bout the payback Wanna see my kids grow dont know if Ima make it though One more nigga came up short in the ghetto Society lied to me so Im strapped with the metal Push ya middle fingers up nigga if you a rebel Have ya face down goin in ya pockets if ya let em I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em Im a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend Im a product of the block, the fiends and the felons We all lost souls tryna find our way to heaven Now you know you should have ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so whats up? nigga! Now you know you should have ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up? nigga! To all the comrades no longer with us, see you when we get there Pac, Yak, we gon keep on ridin, give these cowards the uppercut Til we get up there with yall, YOU KNOW! Thug Life we still livin it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, lets go!17Embed

Ballin’ Uncontrollably Lyrics Me and my crew... yeah—we gots money, baby Im talkin bout... Im talkin bout that long money When you see us come through, just know— Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ba-ba-ba-controllably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Man, I got everything candy-painted, candy-painted tint Its so dark, Id be lyin if I said I aint hit at least nine of my friends Plus, I got so much candy paint on my rims Paint be flyin off my car, be candy paintin the neighborhood kids I got that whole block lookin like its Candyland Ask about me, man, they be like, There go the candy man I park the car in the garage and go in and Come back the next mornin, the rims are still spinnin Hit the doors on that Phantom, man, them shits look like the Batmobile Thirty-two-inch rims, shit, I aint even got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain Custom everything, whats that on the seat? Custom mustard stain Now lets go hit the mall, yall know that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, Ah, there go them superstars! Hit every single store, flash a fuckin wad of cash But I aint buyin shit, bitch, kiss my candy-painted ass, we— Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ba-ba-ba-controllably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Hit the corner liquor store to get Corona, tip the owners Sipped it on the way out as I dip, I wanna rip the road up And Ima hit the cinema and Ima get the hoes Cause when I be at a theater, shit, anything goes Im ballin outta control, girls know Im loaded with dough But shit, Im stingy as fuck, Im fuckin stingy as hoes These bitches dont get a crumb And it cum but Im like, What up? Shut up, bitch! Sit up, get up off them knees, my candy paints enough! If youre lucky, Ill let you hug me, but thats all you get Then Ima split, disappear, and a cloud of smoke is all you see Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ba-ba-ba-controllably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we aint finna fuck Im horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin my dick or what? Ill fuck a chick in the butt, I really dont give a shit Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch? You fuckin keyed up my Benz? Bitch, I beat up my friends Dont think I wont beat a bitch, Ill kick a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin retard, Ill have you suckin farts out my seat Ill teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat What the fuck? Do you think that colostomy bag is for looks? I aint waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks I fuckin take a Make-A-Wish Foundation patient with me How bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV Turn around and use it on me, you tryna snort all my keys You fuckin brat, get in back, youre comin to Florida with me Tell your momma Ima drop you off at the hospital later We finna make this run, take this gun and cover me, Slater And quit your— Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ba-ba-ba-controllably Ballin uncontrollably, ballin uncontrollably Ballin uncontrollably ba-ballin uncontrollably Tracy, I joined this class cause I thought I’d be cooking with a partner But shes never here, and I don’t get twice the credit for all the work I didnt invent odd numbers, Seth I know, but Im over here in my unit every day, cooking my terrible-tasting food, and then I gotta look over at Evan I mean, look at him, it looks like the most fun Ive ever seen in my entire life And, Im just saying, I wash and dry, Im like, a single mother And no offense, but everyone takes this class to get an A and its bullshit, but uh, no offense, Im just saying And Im not putting down your profession, but when am I gonna need to cook tiramisu? Am I gonna be a chef? No Theres three weeks left in school, give me a freaking break, sorry for cursing Oh my god, thats like the coolest fucking story Ive ever heard in my life! Its insane! Can you tell us again? Do you have time? Tracy? Tracy! Can you hear me? Im in the car right now Listen, I am McLovin, yeah McLovin in the house! McLovin in the house! Yeah!14Embed

Monkey See, Monkey Do Lyrics Hahahahahaha Ayo, 50, what I tell you? We aint even have to say shit They did it, haha Monkey see, monkey do Dont ever make the first move, just let em come to you Cause they gon always see and do what the other one do So let em come to you, the restll just follow suit Monkey see, monkey do Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum If they really want it bad enough, well, then they gon come Now here they come like we expected, now we just set em up Check-mate, motherfucker, games over, we won Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum It doesnt take much for me to raise such a stank up When motherfuckers hate your guts You aint even gotta say much For me to put a pen to a blank sheet of paper Is like smearin bloodstains with a paintbrush I can’t explain what it is my brain does But however it works, its insane, its plain nuts And it aint just my brain that’s dangerous It’s a whole combination of things, it takes nuts And I’m not afraid to raise the stakes up I got a million bucks in the bank and eight trucks For anybody who gets on a track and spanks us Im patiently waitin for the day, I’m anxious To see the look on your fake mugs when you thugs go bankrupt Youre drunk, you aint tough Whatever you drank must of just turned you into some gangstas This is me talkin, motherfucker, this ain’t drugs You wanna pop shit? Wake up then make up Fuck that! It’s too late chump, now face up I pray for the day that someone who spits With the caliber that Nas and Jay does Opens up his jaw to say somethin or rattle my name off Or rattle the first thing from the top of his brain off So I can blow the fuckin dust off of this chainsaw Give him the surgery that he came for Til I peel the paint off, I never been shot But I think me and 50 mustve been cut from the same cloth Cause Ive always came off like Jas chain When they tried to rush him and lost and came back And gave him a watch in exchange for it I don’t stop, only thing that I wait for Is the day that I aint gotta report to probate court Cause Ima give you all a reason to hate more Cause I been holdin my tongue til I got a sprained jaw A lot of rappers on my list, it just ain’t Ja And Ima read that motherfucker off come April You pussies think I went soft cause 8 Mile When I come back, I’ll be shootin more than just paintballs Trust me Monkey see, monkey do Dont ever make the first move, just let em come to you Cause they gon always see and do what the other one do So let em come to you, the restll just follow suit Monkey see, monkey do Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum If they really want it bad enough, well, then they gon come Now here they come like we expected, now we just set em up Check-mate, motherfucker, games over, we won Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum Fucking dummies This ain’t chess You playin motherfuckin checkers This shit is all day, man, it’s too easy We playin chess, you playin checkers You bout to get your motherfuckin asses jumped Fuckin punks And by the way We ain’t just talkin to one person We talkin to every-motherfuckin-body who wants to bring it Cause we bring it into anybody who wants to bring it So bring it Don’t pick up the ball if you don’t wanna play, man It’s all fucked up now Fuck I’m sposed to do now? Huh?! What the fuck Im sposed to do?! Haha Yo, we out10Embed

8 Mile: Sweet Home Alabama Freestyle Lyrics Well, Jimmy moved in with his mother Cause he aint got no place to go And now Im right back in the gutter With a garbage bag thats full of clothes You live at home in a trailer What the hell you gonna do? Cause I live at home in a trailer Mom, Im comin home to you Well, my name is Jimmy, his names Greg Buehl Me, him and you, we went to the same school This aint cool, Im in a rage Hes tappin my mom, were almost the same age On the microphone, I drop bombs Look at this car, thanks a lot, mom! Here, happy birthday, Rabbit Heres a brand new car, you can have it A 1928 Delta This shit wont even get me to The Shelter And I cant even say Im from Motown Cause Im back in the 810 now Cause I live at home in a trailer Mom, Im comin home to you1Embed

In My Hood Lyrics Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son they don’t want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray There ain’t a shell left in my heat Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth Niggas’ll come to your place, put a gun in your face Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race Cause a robbery could turn into a homo’ case Co-operate, or Doc’ll have to operate Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em I’m observant in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running They make it harder and harder to pump on the block I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m ’sposed to eat when it’s hot? In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood The house party off the hook until them shots go off Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up It ain’t good to do good in my hood Click-clack, blam You know not to do good now In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood15Embed

Asylum Lyrics The lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up Theyve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it The lunatics now run the asylum I said the lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up Theyve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it The lunatics now run the asylum I walk around with OJs glove knowing it fit Fif to the toilet we taking over this shit The Yaowa waited, salivated like man I know I can spit I was knocking for quite some time but you wouldnt open this bitch You turn green when I enter, probably cant breathe Now yall trees in the winter, nobody cant leave For all those that was doubtful I got a scalpel And a mouthful of vowels to make a party stampede You brag about swag and your feminine trends I belittle your riddle you Skittles with Eminems friends So I aint trying to play with you, this chainsaw crack jokes On Cains brother brah, disable you Im an untamable animal with aim from a moving train I could graze your decaying tooth And my straight jacket just came unloose Im reporting live this is The lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up Theyve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it The lunatics now run the asylum I said the lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up Theyve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it The lunatics now run the asylum Psycho, like no, bitch made, nigga so This grave, digga go, insane I got the switchblade to your throat, move its not smart Ill slice and watch you bleed all over the pop charts Me and the Slaughters run the asylum, Im feeling Like DiCaprio rapping on Shutter Island This industry is pussy, guess whos gonna hit it the meanest Give her the penis, hit the bitch in her Venus To this game Im addicted and fiendish, Im predicted to bring this G shit to its pinnacle zenith, lyrical genius So sick with ridiculous English, niggas get squeamish When they hear this criminal linguist Fall back its the take over, yall wack and ya cake over I escape from the padded room, grab a broom and rape a male rappers womb The lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up Theyve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it The lunatics now run the asylum I said the lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up Theyve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it The lunatics now run the asylum Ive witnessed the worst happening The hurt moment when Im purse snatching Im perp going berserk boning Miss nurse Ratched When we spit you get the pug face Your bitch swallowed my five dollar foot long on the subway If sane people are rich why should I sit around? Play me and end up like the back of this hospital gown, ass out Drink drink drink drink, pass out Yall feel me right? When I was young I was loud, I used to be like ILL KILL YA! Now I be like You know Ill kill ya right? If yall dont like it yall can lick my dick Cause we built this house we live in brick by brick The lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up Theyve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it The lunatics now run the asylum I said the lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up Theyve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it The lunatics now run the asylum5Embed

Twerk Dat Pop That Lyrics Get this paper Work that shaker Go ahead baby Turn around lady Everything on us now Turn down for what now Bag it up, turn around now Let me see you drop it down now Who said gangstas dont do that? Cause they lying In the back of the pussy club, its all mine Getting drenched by the cheese, spend em rain and shine They head to another one, cant decline What up to the DJ, straight to the back Ten racks to the waitress, change all that Twenty something years old, ass so fat Them boys in the club, D hats all black Tops coming off, ass on the floor Guess ten aint enough, so I gotta get more Theyll lose their mind if I head to the door They dont love me, they love the bread I blow God damn, got em on they hands and they knees Scratching after scratch like rats for the cheese Im a dog, I even got scratch for the fleas Touch my money you could touch your knees Get this paper Work that shaker Go ahead baby Turn around lady Everything on us now Turn down for what now Bag it up, turn around now Let me see you drop it down now I got a white girl Shes a dancer She do whatever I say, no matter what I ask her Her actions the answer Of course she know I got a black girl Whos also a dancer Dont talk about your life, dont wanna hear about your bottles and ice Cause we got Marshall out the house tonight Stay awake I’m in VIP with no ID with a pint of Beam Lightin cheeba, wylin’ the fuck out like Bieber at nineteen Or Ice-T in the 90s Frightening in some Nikes slut, nice D’s There a slight breeze? Don’t like me? Well then bite me There might be a better chance of flight 370 turning up than us, bitch Little dyke think ‘cause I’m Libra - youre Pisces, and you’re feisty That youre like me and you might find that we’re like minded We ain’t nothing alike Diva, you like sleeves Im a wife beater you white tease Bet you like skiing though right skeez? The way you’re balancing yourself on the poles Why don’t you grab this one and Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee? And look out like you’re sightseeing and invite me in the back and bite me in the Shake that ass and titties Cassidy felt that Dick so fat it could practically snap her chastity belt strap Standing all the way back where my hotels at She actually fell back and landed in someone else lap And laughed cuz she thought she sat on Pharrell’s hat Get this paper Work that shaker Go ahead baby Turn around lady Everything on us now Turn down for what now Bag it up, turn around now Let me see you drop it down now Fresh out of damn near everything I had Lil homie, just grabbed the whole damn bag I could spend all year, never blow my stacks Getting white boy wasted, hold my mac Back to the spot, roll some up So blown last night I toked some up Lookers want anything, aint got enough In the club without bras ready to get fucked They drinking, smoking, touching, rubbing Rolling, crowds in love with my thugging Lick it, taste it, kiss it, suck it Shit! Tryna see who want fucking Drop that thong, grab that pole Bend it over, let me see what I can do with that Stack so big it aint never gonna fold All the money I spend, you aint never gonna close Get this paper Work that shaker Go ahead baby Turn around lady Everything on us now Turn down for what now Bag it up, turn around now Let me see you drop it down now 40Embed

Renegades Lyrics Its several different levels to picking up shovels And dumping you in ditches under sea level Front and you can witness Let me refreshen you niggas, tell you my position in this Beef! Leave you under Venice, opposition finished Here it is, we invaded, created a pyramid Of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his So breathe, Id rather reach for your neck And I never heat you for respect, unless you greet me with less I got a skunk in my trunk, Im lying, I got a pump in my trunk You dying, how many lumps niggas want? Whos ready for yall? We ready for yall We too incredibly raw for any artist that said he would draw I stand firm, and it hurts to live it You open up that can of worms I hope you ready for the dirt thats with it Slap a hoe, snatch a mic Being brought to yall in black and in white Joe Jackson and Ike We renegades Since Im in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I aint no politician, but Ill kick it with em a minute ‘Cause see, they call me a menace And if the shoe fits Ill wear it But if it dont, then yallll swallow the truth, grin and bear it Now whos the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics? Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits? But theres a huge interference Theyre sayin you shouldnt hear it Maybe its hatred I spew, maybe its food for the spirit Maybe its beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But Im debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America As a motherfuckin drug addict, like you didnt experiment? Nah, nah, thats when you start to stare at whos in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders, too bad you couldnt do good at marriage And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I dont think you do, so stay tuned And keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause, here we go: Hes Royce, hes the King of Detroit And Im the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a— —renegade! Never been afraid to say whats on my mind At any given time of day Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to talk about anything Anything Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to say whats on my mind At any given time of day Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to talk about anything Anything I determine what time its on, I call my nigga Proof Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose Im tired of you new jacks, Im tired of niggas thats like less you a bitch, we dont care if you bout to do that Move back, youngster, the Glock gon speak Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat The street, continuous to pit, quick to smash ya Or flash the clip, or give you the picture, develop the Click clock, six shots blows through another door And it gets hot, Hip-hop Quotable tug of war Who did you niggas beats, you bitches, who made it work? That shit was pfft — I got harder two-way alerts Just when I thought my dog couldnt get any meaner You talk about his daughter, he probably go get you the nina You talk about his momma, he wont even give you the finger Deranged, not media eaters, we renegades See Im a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare Jesus Christ, the King of these Latter-day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me As a monger of hate and Satan, a scatter-brained atheist But that aint the case, see its a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shadys as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today See its as easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie While Im waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer Im a motherfucking spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? Im just a kid from the gutter Makin his butter off these bloodsuckers Cause Im a motherfuckin— —renegade! Never been afraid to say whats on my mind At any given time of day Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to talk about anything Anything Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to say whats on my mind At any given time of day Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to talk about anything Anything Renegade! Never been afraid to say whats on my mind At any given time of day Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to talk about anything Anything Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to say whats on my mind At any given time of day Cause Im a renegade! Never been afraid to talk about anything Anything Thing16Embed

Microphone Freestyle Lyrics Once again, its the sinister cynical minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman, hes a dentist to Amy Administerer of the pain, he just finished huffin the paint And muffler fumes like it was nothin, because it aint Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays His venom he sprays, reaches like beams of energy rays Menacing stares, he glares, making the hairs All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep Spectacular rep, hes a tarantula, gargantuan Yeah, Angela, so I command ya to start dancin Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansson Enter my gas chamber, you gangsta? My ass Hes got his fangs to your neck, hes set to strangle ya ass, hater Youre facin a task greater, hes chasin your ass Hes got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table Im checking the exposure of photos of me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing With or without clothing, next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while Im dozing off, overdosing Windows opening, shutting; doors opening, closing I think theres a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine I was only sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing Im not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring I need a drink, Im standing over the sink hosing Myself, self-loathing, cause Im on a brink, mostly I dont wanna think; this will make everything rosy Beverly sings, scream while Im severing three toesies Totally frozen while I close in Im yodelling Rosie, wont you come out to play? And no sense wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines In the papers, making shrines of my crimes and capers My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends Go to Europe and put Nurofens in my syrup and stirred em You never heard em like this, so dont encourage him The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins Crazy turn of events that he emerged Took over the world and reeled in all the children Lured em into the building and killed em Buried em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels And still can spin, straw to gold like Rumplestilskin Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills The Real Slim Shadys entered the buildin Theres nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch Mildred, hes ill with it, he still shouldnt be healed Theres no one as sick as he, MCs will get fricassed on the grill, then13Embed

Bitch Lyrics Justin? Its Zoe Um, Kelly did not have me call However, I just listened to Eminem in her car It is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my entire life And I seriously wanna call his fucking agent And tell them how fucking disgusting he is It, like, makes me upset Im now nauseous and I cant eat lunch, goodbye7Embed

Rescue Me Lyrics So can you rescue me Because my ship is sinking And Im drowning at sea So can you rescue me, from me Can you rescue me? I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it Using my time for using, abusing my grind This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music Ryan the whole bottle of patron Connaisseur At a point in time I thought I blew it, doing crime I wouldve washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it That I wasnt protected cause peer pressure just be like But I couldnt fight through it, the beef started The streets caught up, at least we didnt get involved in deceased orders Its Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter Sat it down and made peace over Porterhouse and Piesporter Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me Shouldve tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world against me Soon as I pa-raded, here come the rain falling the name calling From the cous I never met with his hand out like Im straight balling Feel like I knocked the 8 ball in Every time I shoot a move I literally cant call it Am I afraid of success? Let me think on it I just got nervous, let me drink on it Think I just answered yes but not on purpose I pass the church and do the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit But Im only near it, man I need the pastors service Im drowning cause Im so tired of treading So Lord when you get a second please So can you rescue me Because my ship is sinking And Im drowning at sea So can you rescue me, from me Can you rescue me? I wake up and my shirt is leaking, covered in sweat Im dreaming of being murdered when Im sleeping Picture a person beefing, with himself And its even, worse when Im drinking It hurts when Im thinking, me versus my personal demons Im reaching for my nine If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screaming in my mind? And if I go, to the other side Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her youngun thugging son alive Plus my daughters, them my butterflies, tell my son that I love him Tell my nieces and nephews their uncle tried To take this music to the fucking peak But Im still a drug dealer as we fucking speak, thats fucking weak Behind the tours and rap fans, hospitals and cat scans Shoulder, when they call him bipolar, happiest mad man Dont know my story, my struggle, the demons that I combat Or how Im starin at them waiting for eye contact, beyond that I got a soul mate thats naive, so the thought of me is prison to her Baby momma thats crazy and a ten year old who listens to her My fam and friends think Im the bank And the way they keep coming back you think Id got thanked To you its a dream, to me its labor, these arent monsters, these my neighbors And we watch each others back, I guess its favor for a favor Sometimes they even save me, when my wrist is to that razor so So can you rescue me Because my ship is sinking And Im drowning at sea So can you rescue me, from me Can you rescue me?3Embed

Pimp Like Me Lyrics G-SHIT Whattup I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth This is straight G shit And all you can do is respect it Well Imma state my name, Swift McVay None of yall niggas got shit to say Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee Plus Im big headed running things my way A selfish man, the back of the hand Be slapping the hell out of hoes because I can Prostitute, I want my loot And I dont give a fuck about your broke-ass man and Yall giving niggas what they needing til bitches understand Im mean and Swift McVay is, blowing up Courvosier til Im throwing up Wanna playa hate me, bitch so what? Whats yo function? Wheres yo bucks? All you wanna do is wanna stick him up You wanna rob me but I got too much D12, naturally lifted You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit You fuck wit me, I fuck wit you Your entourage, nigga fuck them too I got grenades What the hell your little twenty-two gon do? Yall major soft Cops getting mad cause I paid em off, made em cough Blood and shit Thats what the hell you motherfuckers get, we runs this bitch? So hey, you aint gotta be scared to fuck If you want head, then prepare to suck Even if the nigga dont care to nut For every stroke, its a hundred bucks Respect the game, you just a slut So open your legs up and get my duck You just a .. You just my .. Dirty-ass .. Im yo pimp, you my bitch Go get my .. Go bring me my .. Dirty-ass .. Im yo pimp, you my bitch I dont spit game, no longer than my name The way my chain hang, my nuts do the same Dont pay pussy, pussy pay me Bitch, slut, whore or lady And knowing the fact, I was born to mack Thats why I got a ho in the back, blowing my sac Got good game, thats a hood thang Whatd you brang, loot or poo-tang? Let em all bang, run that cheese Tell that trick nigga Rob a L7, thats a square You my bottom ho, you got to know Off you I plan to make a lot of dough So suck fast bitch, and swallow slow {​​swish-slap-swish}​​ Bitch quit talking back {​​swish-slap-swish}​​ Now walk the track I dont pay for ass, you pump my gas You get slapped when were short of cash I get whiplash when I hit the gas And I holla out the window of the hatch Wheres my scratch? Bitch, thats, it Suck it stroke it make me rich As a token of my appreciation its Another client for you to hit I dont give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids You shoulda picked another occupation, trick Now youre stuck with me, fuck with me And Imma slap you up in this truck You must be out your mind or something Crying and whining like you tired or something Go suck some head until it aches for buffering You dont work? You make nothing Im just another case of a lazy husband I want the paper stack Buy you an outfit, 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 Cause they realize that niggas do shoot Dont like a chick that act too cute Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoop And dont be asking me, all kind of questions All harassing me, calling stressing Or I may have to release some aggression 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 Off with the damn blouse and suck on my damn crotch You just a .. You just my .. Dirty-ass .. Im yo pimp, you my bitch Go get my .. Go bring me my .. Dirty-ass .. Im yo pimp, you my bitch Sell that 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 dicks Niggas want pussy, and I need cash So mom, get out there and start selling yo dirty ass Bizarre quick to hit em, and then stick em Fuck it; Ill let you hear one of my victims: Shut up bitch, you talk too much! Now you about to get fucked in your dirty butt! You never seen a pimp like me, out here whoring Shut your fucking mouth and youll be out by the morning Cause Im the dirtiest pimp, you ever heard of Give me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger Go suck dick at a bachelor party So what if you on your period? blood never hurt nobody You just a .. You just my .. Dirty-ass .. Im yo pimp, you my bitch Go get my .. Go bring me my .. Dirty-ass .. Im yo pimp, you my bitch You just a .. You just a .. Thats all you is .. You just a, dirty ass bitch A dirty ass, nasty ass, stinky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch Hahahahaha... But I love you... .. Kim And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimping You heard it here first, from the Dirtiest Dozen You ever seen in yo god damn life Yo this is Rondell Beene on the scene And we keep the pussyholes smiling, because we always wilding YouknowhatImsayin? Fuck all what everybody else talking about We let you know right here Big pimping, it aint dead, we love getting head, in a dirty-ass bed Thats just what we do You know we was throwing heroin pimp parties back in 1968 The pussy is all great Ill see you at eight, bitch11Embed

Symphony in H Lyrics Tony Touch Dont ask me whats up with the hoes, Im still working the kinks out Love stinks, that explains all this anger thats spillin out And I aint chilling out, got an Oscar but Im still a grouch I use it as a doorstop and a prop for the broken leg for the couch Yelawolf, Shady, Tony-Touch, Slaughterhouse Yeah the SWAT team bout to break them flyswatters out Go to hell in a drought, break ice waters out Nice try shorty wop, we can windowshop the jewelry store But Christ for that price coulda bought a house Besides only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out It’s F.Y.I, if ya aint knowing What, go with you? Where? Nah, aint going Oh wait, you wanna date? Oh, well in that case ho, its June 8th, oh! And kinda like Beethoven composin a symphony of hate So much hate woven into these raps He stitches a bitch, straight sewin Shit, Im beginning to hate clothing I hate overalls cause they remind me of hoes For Christs sake, theyre shaped like an H woah and You know what else starts with H though? Hockey, shit, thought I had the place flowing I hate to put you on ice but You already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going Plus you remind me of cocaine, ho You always in the mirror with your face So, I feel an urge to put you all in a line And chop you with a razor blade, yo wait, Im an a-hole Devil with a halo Hell yeah, Id nail J-Lo... to the railroad Say I wont! Better hope you can stay afloat When I take the wind out your sailboat But, I aint playing yo! Dope as Shady? Dont kid yourself, bitch you aint even a baby goat11Embed

Devils Night Lyrics I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil-worshipping Satan music So say your prayers, your Hail Marys and Jesuses Take two sticks, tape em together and make a crucifix Try to stop it but you cant 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 maimed to it Whats your name? Judas Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now lets do this I got niggas that shoots to static. You dont understand How Im all up in you niggas TVs like Carole Anne Im a poltergeist: lyrically, Im supposed to strike Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice I want his wife Im the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice I rob casinos. Slugs, eat those Youd 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 niggas breathe wrong Its Devils Night, its Devils Night, its Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time Cause I came back to take whats mine Its Devils Night, its Devils Night, its Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time Cause I came back to take whats mine Its like Im on the john, trying to shit and get no response Constipated, bitch; tell these pigs to back off The mind of a rapist, Denaun never changes Beat up strangers without a reason; Im 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 A walking zombie thats ornery Pulling armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camaraderie I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best Hop on a motorcycle, busting wheelies over your chest Bystanders standing by, thinking oh, what a mess Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs get dealt And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz had felt A deranged team, smoking ganja greens This carbinell make your fucking 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, itll take off every piece of your From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet Its Devils Night, its Devils Night, its Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time Cause I came back to take whats mine Its Devils Night, its Devils Night, its Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time Cause I came back to take whats mine Im trying My little boy is dying, he losing too much iron And if I die, it wont be because I got shot: Itll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock Taking drugs is cool, thats why I buy em Shoot em up my ass; let your little brother try em Ten years is what Im facing Police breakin in my house, Lil Bow Wow in the basement A rapist thatll bust in your mouth Ill probably be in jail fore this fucking album comes out Im eighteen years old, still shitting the bed Beaten til Im red; fed nothing but water and bread Its me again, fucking dirty jinn So what if it burns, bitch, when I stick it in? No medication; Im out of Percocet I lost my weed plus my fucking diapers wet Its Devils Night, its Devils Night, its Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time Cause I came back to take whats mine Its Devils Night, its Devils Night, its Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time Cause I came back to take whats mine 14Embed

Warrior, Pt. 2 Lyrics Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! Lloyd Banks!!! Ha Ha!!! Its like a throne that he dont even own He wont sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around It’s like a joke, he’s like a king, but he don’t rule a thing He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the room, he dont want the loot, hes in it for the sport Running circles round his competition on the court He appreciates your support, but he aint begging for it And you can love it, you can hate it, but you cant ignore it You cant be that ig-nor-ant, though you can try to sell him short But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And if Im fronting, man, you better come confront me for it This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game Hes straight outta a neighborhood where niggas hate To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Their stomachs ache while hes lounging in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay Houses with a bigger gate, hounding hims a big mistake He wont surrender hell rather give up a rib to break Cause he remembers when they wouldnt lend a helping hand Till he was sitting on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name When you discussing the illest players thats in the game And hes riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and em G-Unit Records aint a motherfucker stopping them This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game Hes no magician man the kid does something out of nothing So that niggas from his hood act like he owes him something They talk crazy till they send niggas to where to buck him Ask him if its a problem and hell say nah, its nothing He was gonna help em out but since they fronted fuck em He dont care how they feel they can hate him or love him He held his own on his own the kid is really thugging Hes rich now, he aint changed so niggas think he bugging He bulletproof everything cause niggas try and buck him Keeps two pistols on his hip Ill show you where he tuck em Niggas say they gon get at him but they cant touch him Try to catch him slipping they creep in and he start bussing This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game I can give you niggas something you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You aint no G you a fucking clown I can take your girl and tu-turn her out Dont hold it in let it all out I can give you fuckers something to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth22Embed

If I Get Locked Up Lyrics Check check, one two, one two, one two Yeah yeah yeah, Dr. Dre up in here, yall know what this is It’s what youve been waitin for, Funkmaster Flex Big Kap, Def Jam records givin it to you, baby Yo, Eminem, show these motherfuckers what time it is, baby I used to be a lonely man, only mad Til I got a million dollars, shit, now if I only had Some fuckin hair Id pull it faster than a bullet Out of 2Pacs chest before the ambulance came too late to do it Im tryin to grow it back again, it was an accident I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam I hate this straightjacket, it aint latchin, they cant lock it So they stapled my hands to my pants pockets The cells padded and battered like someone else had it Before me and just kept throwin their fuckin self at it My head is achin, Im dedicated to medication But this med is takin too long to bring me this se-da-dation Anyway, I got down with Dre The first man who taught me how a Glock sounded to spray Runnin up and down the street, screamin, Fuck the police! When you still had your mothers fuckin nipple stuck in your teeth Became a role model after Colorado Now all they do is follow me around and holler, Bravo! Hell yeah, I punch my bitch And beat my kids in public – suck my dick, bitch! Im sick enough to fuck a man in his face But I wont, cause you probably wanna stand in his place So put a sock in it, wit your fake-ass 2Pac image You faggots aint tough, you just get drunk and become talkative Im probably the awkwardest alcoholic talkin Walkin like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket So when you see me on your block stumblin Mumblin a bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does I aint buzzed, Im just high on life So why on Earth would I need drugs when I fly on kites? Motherfucker! Slim Shady Im drunk, pass the TEC Cause if I get locked up tonight Then I might not come home tonight Keep it movin, off and on, Eminem is on Off and on, Dr. Dre is on Cause if I get locked up tonight Then I might not come home tonight Keep it movin, off and on, Eminem is on Off and on, Dr. Dre is on The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire I set a fuckin girl on fire with a curling iron Psych! Im just jokin, for Christs sakes Dont get so bent out of shape cause I went out and raped six girlfriends Some people just dont get it But I wont let it upset me, cause they dont know better They dont know what the fuck its like to be so fed up And fed so many uppers youre down and wont get up My minds got a mind of its own Sometimes I cant find it at home, it hides in the stove Shit, talk about your brain bein baked My shits still in the oven on 480 degrés Hailie Jade, Daddy loves you, baby Dont ever tell me how to raise my daughter – fuck you, lady! You critics wanna criticize but couldnt visualize Individuals lives through a criminals eyes The neighborhood that I grew up in, you could die for nothin And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit Ill have a fuckin man raped with a Band-Aid Over his mouth and shove his head in a fan blade Dont ever tell me what I can or what I cant say Or change cause of the age range in my fan base Like I give a fuck whos buyin this shit Quit fuckin buyin it, Im tired, bitch, Im dyin to quit Hip-hop is universal now, its so commercial now Its like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it But as soon as I get on the mic its like the night gets silent Either that or booed, thats why I keep an attitude And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon Im sick of bein judged, fuck it, let me see a judge Ill confess to every murder I committed since three years old Cause if I get locked up tonight Then I might not come home tonight Keep it movin, off and on, Eminem is on Off and on, Dr. Dre is on Fuck that, turn that shit off Lets get the fuck up outta here You know how we do5Embed

Breathe Lyrics Sean Paul and Blu Cantrell Remix that gon make the head swell, yo Yo, hey, yo, boom, yo, hey, yo, dutty, yeah So whats that supposed to be about, baby? Gal, free up ya vibe and stop acting crazy Reminisce pon all the good times daily Why you trying to pose like I be acting shady? Whats that supposed to be about, baby? Gal, free up ya vibe and stop acting crazy Sean Paul give you the good loving daily Now you trying to pose like I be acting shady? You say you love me, say you love me But youre never there for me, yeah You be crying, slowly dying When I decide to leave All we do is make up , then break up Why dont we wake up and see? When love hurts , it wont work Maybe we need some time alone We need to let it breathe So whats that supposed to be about, baby? Gal, free up ya vibe and stop acting crazy Reminisce pon all the good times daily Why you trying to pose like I be acting shady? Youre only lonely when your homie Aint got a ride or no loot, yeah , uh-huh Then comes the drama Some other girl is claiming shes going out with you All we do is make up , then break up Why dont we wake up and see? When love hurts , it wont work Maybe we need some time alone We need to let it breathe So whats that supposed to be about, baby? Gal, free up ya vibe and stop acting crazy Shady , Shady Dutty, yeah Why, girl , for the fourth time If I make it very clear to you Youre very dear to me And all my heart me share to you Me not unfair to you Woman, I want fa real and make you know That I will always draw near to you But me know me nah no fair to you Me stand up like a man and Ill be there Because I care for you Long time me telling me not a gal compare to you Woman, if you leave me now Im gonna shed a lot of tear for you You want to breathe and still youre not exhaling Say you want to leave cause this relationship failing Aint nobody say that it would be smooth sailing Girl, I want to know why you bailing ship, yo So whats that supposed to be about, baby? Gal, free up ya vibe and stop acting crazy Reminisce pon all the good times daily Why you trying to pose like I be acting shady? Baby, we need some time alone So we can just breathe Let it breathe Breathing Let it breathe Breathe , uh-uh-uh Yeah, let it breathe, yeah Time to breathe, yall Oh, breathe Time to breathe yall 4Embed

3 Verses Lyrics Its like this and like that and like this Its like this and like that and like this Im the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters Im meaner in action than Roscoe beating James Todd, Sr And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood as a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse And aint shit changed but kept the same mind-state Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that Im a negative person dont be so sure of it I dont promote violence I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, Im blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now Its only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford But Im more towards droppin an acappella thatll chop a fella To Mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showing Developing anorexia while Im standing next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins feeding you liquid darvocet Pumping you full of drugs, pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To receiving with the asses ripped out of they pants and given A less than 20 percent chance of living Have a possible placement, its a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandmas little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream Im still alive! Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your Adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department, Ive hired an arson To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment Im a liar to start shit Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with Motherfucker Slim Shady, bitch Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the 40 Mix it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab, Ill strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion Im blowing up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers? We blowing up your house killing your parents And coming back to get your foster mommas And Im as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats Im doing drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets Im more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Coming together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure! Motherfucker5Embed

Purple Hills Lyrics Uh Yo, yo, yo, yo Ive been to many places Ive seen so many faces But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple hills Ive climbed the highest mountain Once or twice, but whos countin? But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple hills Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of lawsuits inside her palm Its Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves I cant describe the vibe I get When I drive by six people and {five I hit } {Aw shit,} I started a mosh pit Squashed a chick and lost her foster kids This room makes me hallucinate Then I sweat til I start losin weight Til I see dumb {shit} start happenin Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryna rap again So bounce, bounce! Come on, bounce! I said come on bounce! Everybody in the house doin mass {amounts } To the women in the thongs with their asses out We dont bull{shit}, better ask around D12 throws the bombest bash in town Bizarre, your mom is {crashin out} Help me get her on the couch fore she passes out Bump that, someone help Denaun Hes upstairs wrestlin with Elton John Hey Von, you see me steppin on these leprechauns? They gotta be {Tums, the Ex-Lax} is gone Yeah, I took em {all, dawg,} with some Parmesan And I think my arm is gone — No, its 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 Im bout to die when I just got on? Well, stop actin stupid; you so {high} That you might wake up with a {guy} on some new {shit} Yeah, I think I {did} too much I think I got the runs {Rolaids, Pepto, and Tums} Watch out, here it comes! Ive been to many places Ive seen so many faces But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple hills Ive climbed the highest mountain Once or twice, but whos countin? But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple hills Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us Thats why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other Out and date each other Some, some, some Somethin... I dont know Hop hills, hills I hop Hop two hills, 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 Im old and gray, yo, Ima go for broke? No? Okey-doke, {Im packin my nose} with soap Am I supposed to choke? Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ah, poor baby, born by a {whore} lady Now Im payin child support? I take {four shots} at one time And I dont need to chase when Im swallowin mine In Bizarres hatch back We cant go far, cause the car has flats Why the hell you people think I rap? Because my mother taught me how to breach contracts And if you got cash, then hide it so Im just tryna get by like you And I dont give a damn if you find me rude Mean, crude, to hell with you too I only need three {blunts} and Im cool I just got some and Im goin back soon Ive been to many places Ive seen so many faces But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple hills Ive climbed the highest mountain Once or twice, but whos countin? But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple hills Im at a rave, lookin at a babe Like she want it Gin and tonic demonic Body smell like vomit Looney, crazy, jumpy, sexy Dopey-headed guy Whipped cream, dirty mattresses Wanna try? {Blue hills, golden seals} Got Bizarre actin ill Drugs kill — {Yeah, right!} Chick, Im for real! Shut yo mouth, you dirty girl You know you want me in your world Ladies, please dont fight Bizarres here all night! Ive been to many places Ive seen so many faces But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple hills Ive climbed the highest mountain Once or twice, but whos countin? But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple hills Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us Thats why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other Out and date each other Some, some, some Somethin... I dont know6Embed

Bad Guys Always Die Lyrics The Wild, ha-ha The Wild West Ha, ride All you see is the sun reflectin off of the gun Ready for the showdown to go down at one Sweat on my brow, lets settle it now Ima show you how real cowboys get down Im polishin gold, waitin for this drama to unfold I got a blunt rolled Feelin bold, gangstas blood runs cold Its time to reload this old .45 colt The winds gusty, its hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure Im not rusty Its past noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs Sounds like a thousand wolves I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze I pose like a poster, hes closer than close I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fights dirty But Ima put 30 inside him and leave early And just when I went to fill him with hot lead I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said You never met me, youll probably never see me again But I know you, the names Slim, you want revenge? Then dont shoot, Im in the same boots as you Im telling the truth, I got a price on my head too Cause when you- You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life aint fun when youre on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride til there aint no place to hide Its sad cause the bad guys always die He was shady, I seen by the look on his face He said, Take ten paces, shit, I took eight Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain My shit went bang but it only fired a blank, he said You need bullets, hurry up, run I put a clip in the gun and pointed at his lungs We both drew at the same time and stood stunned Go ahead, shoot me, but Im not the one you want I figured he was tellin the truth, thats why I didnt shoot So what we gon do? Its on you Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group? Well, all we gotta do is find a map to part two And plus I know whos got it Who? Some old dude whos got 26 plaques And he already sold two Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle Hid two pieces of gold inside of my satchel We rolled two miles until we hit the spot An old ghost town that everybody forgot A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot Slim grabbed the shotgun Dre, heres the plot This is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless Hes going around saying he took the game from us Lets shoot him in his kneecaps, hell never see it comin He aint got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach Hes got mechanical legs, he spins webs Plus hes well-respected by the hip-hop heads Our mission is to get him to stop layin eggs And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers Kicked the swingin doors in, started gun-slingin I could hear somebody singin, it sounded like a G Thang And a verse from Keep Their Heads Ringin I said, Its Dres day, and started to spray Its 1800, he pulls a AK Hollow tips started flyin every which way Thats when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge I fired the first shot, spun his body around He hit the ground and landed upside down Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold I grabbed two girlies and a blunt thats rolled You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life aint fun when youre on the run Got your gold and you got your gun The life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride til there aint no place to hide Its sad cause the bad guys always die You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life aint fun when youre on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride til there aint no place to hide Its sad cause the bad guys always die The Wild, ha-ha The Wild West Ha-ha, ride, ha21Embed

Key Lyrics Haha, hold up What is that? Oh Is that a key in my pocket or am I just happy to see The hot chicks that are here for me and only me? Cause I am the cuz, the cuz meaning cousin Meaning stemming back to bro Cause, bro, Im the dude And the dude gets all the chicks Chicks is all that thine getteth Cause thats all I needeth is the chickeths The chickadees runningeth about And youd be lucky to get my seconds Leftover hot chicks Hahaha Fucking stupid25Embed

Steve Berman Lyrics Mr. Berman? What? We have Eminem here to see you About fuckin time! Send him in Steve! Good to see ya, man. Um, hey, I just w– Well, look who decided to show his face! I hope youve had fun in the last four years! Look man, I apologize again for– For shooting me?! Do you know I lost the use of my right arm? Again, it was a mistake, a terrible mist– Are you wearing a bulletproof vest? And then you go and do what? Hide out? Stay in Detroit for almost five years while the music industry melts the fuck down? Do you know how many people lost their jobs because of your fuckin vacation? Well, thats actually why Im here: I was gonna put out some new music, and I wanted to play it for you and get your opinion Do I really need to hear it? Let me guess, another album about: Poor me! Im so famous that its ruined my rich little life and Im such a tortured artist, let me make music about it and my tragic love life! Am I on to something here? Come on, man, its not like that... You know what? Just hand the fuckin thing over! Im done talkin to you! Think you can just come and go as you please, big selfish superstar? Steve, I had a drug problem! Oh, poor me! I had a drug problem! Who hasnt had a drug problem in this town? You know what? Hey! hey! Just lay the shit down on my desk and get the fuck out! Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jesus Christ, man, alright, alright, here, fine... Whats this shit? Two CDs? Thats what Ive been tryin to tell you, man, theres two albums Just get out! Alright! Get the fuck out! Alright, man, see you later 3Embed

Love the Way You Lie, Pt. III Lyrics On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then the saint turned out so evil I dont know why Im still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But youll always be my hero Even though youve lost your mind Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Now theres gravel in our voices And glasses shattered from the fight In this tug of war you always win Even when Im right Cause you feed me fables from your head With violent words and empty threats And its sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie So maybe Im a masochist I try to run but I dont wanna ever leave Til the walls are going up In smoke with all our memories Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie1Embed

My Name Is Lyrics Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, kids! Do you like violence? Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids? Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? Try cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? My brains dead weight, Im tryna get my head straight But I cant figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate And Dr. Dre said, Slim Shady, you a basehead Then whys your face red? Man, you wasted Well, since age 12, I felt like Im someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lees tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass, and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast Come here, slut; Shady, wait a minute, thats my girl, dawg I dont give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to have sex with me in junior high The only problem was, my English teacher was a guy I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler Stapled his nuts to a stack of paper Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, killin pedestrians, rapin lesbians While theyre screaming, Lets just be friends! 99 percent of my life I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do I told her Id grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her You know you blew up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screaming Usher fans This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph So I signed it: Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole! Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! Dr. Dre, dont just stand there, operate! Im not ready to leave, its too scary to die Ill have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive Am I coming or going? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? All my life I was very deprived I aint had a woman in years, my palms too hairy to hide Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, Ill fuck anything that walks When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You aint got no tits! I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head Im steaming mad and by the way, when you see my dad Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim ShadyEmbed

Em Calls Paul Lyrics Ayo Paul, its Em I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing And I know that hes not thrilled about the video What, does he wanna be startin somethin? Wow, well, Ill show him whos really bad Paul, the way you make me feel with these calls You should really take a look at the man in the mirror And tell him to beat it, because I wont stop til I get enough Do you remember the time We were watching the Billie Jean video? Well, hell always be that Michael to me And it doesnt matter if hes black or white Because I cant stop loving him And I hate plastic surgeons, and I hope they all fucking die How do you like that? And I like him, I like him a lot I wanna touch him, but I cant Excuse me, Im taking a shit, sorry Anyways, call me back I have this idea about how I want to end the show So, hit me when you get this message, fucker Oh, and by the way, no, I dont have a new gun God damn it!6Embed

40 Oz. Lyrics Yeah nigga! Its D12 up in this motherfucker! You know how we get nigga we wild in the club Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! So wile the fuck out! Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out We fucked up Let us in the club One of yall niggas gon catch a slug Im so drunk I could hurl for a month Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk D12 start shit, nigga come get us 7 Mile Runyon, wild niggas with us Cause all my niggas is talkin that shit Aint got no problem, with smackin no bitch Ill have my wife cut your throat Blunts, gans, thats all we smoke Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife Its D12, nigga, we ready to fuckin fight Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Who tryin to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat? You know the po-po dont let me hold them toasters no mo I just clapped three people, you gon be number four If you dont back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do You hit the door, but we comin in and you goin home Security, they cant even stop us because they know Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us down wherever we go Chuggin on our 40s and holdin our .44s We come with toasters like we just opened savings and loans And we dont need your brew tonight, homie, we brought our own So grab whatever you sippin on and lets get it on! Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out We deep as a motherfucker, we bout to get it crunk You just another punk in the club about to get jumped I settle my vendettas with AKs, Berettas We dont posed to be in here with our weapons, but still they let us Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble Elbows flyin, bitches cryin, niggas bleedin, you retreatin Run into your car and skatin off, we Ging We make example out of you haters runnin your mouth You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40s out Dirty Dozen wildin, beat niggas bloodied And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk 80 Proof on this vodka, thats the name I want Im in the club to beef, you gotta murder me dead Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair Or the aisle in the Vette, bumpin Seven-Deuce See that top on that 40, you know its comin loose See me on the ave daily, be runnin this shit If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch Packin mags and clips, Ill smash your clique Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet Smokin weed, drinkin Henny, Remy, and that Jimmy Dont worry if we run out, the corner store got plenty Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out Pour your 40 out 6Embed

Things Get Worse Lyrics There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just how far will this go? How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better Holy Toledo, it’s Angelina Jolie, amigo She told me Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I’ll deep throat, And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see, bro Who was a fantasy, I don’t mean to damage your ego You faggots wanna rassle? I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole And rope it shut with a lasso Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil Just in case I aint dope enough with the raps, though Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco Shady let go, the ho has been choked enough, let her ass go Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole Cause I used to love her hooters now Carmen Electras cuter Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her I’m off my fucking meds, but I’m on an electric scooter I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers Spit in Jasons face while I vomit on Freddy Krueger They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra- Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cause... There’s no need to say shit you already know The question is just how far will this go How far will he take it? And when will he stop? B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, jeez There’s no need to say shit you already know The question is just how far will this go Cause I will never lay down And I will never let up I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better With the soul of a Shaman Ill eat a beat then vomit Like a bulimic woman with an uneasy stomach I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in So can you hear me coming Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting It’s probably got diseases on it I’m just being honest, I can see the comments I can see the evolution as we creep up on it I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie Shit I just do this for the haters, I dont need the money Im diarrhea on the track so it needs plunging Somebody please tell these girls to release my undies Nobody really understands my language I find it complicated just to hold a conversation But still I got a whole lot of patience Sittin’ back watching Earth from my Space station There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just how far will this go? How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle Its like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya My God, ya psychologically fucked Michael would like an apology, what? Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts I’m as cold as a muthafucking icicle im a nut I aint nuttin’ nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut The poster addict for post traumatic stress I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while This is the closest that its come to the Marshall Mathers I can hear him start to gather I don’t paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family This aint your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny Kick down Dakota Fannings front door while the whore is tanning , of course he can, man he just saw her fanny Then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just how far will this go? How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better13Embed

Oh No Lyrics Oh no! Whats happening to my brain? I cant believe this is happening Again! Lava on my lips I flips, wake up think I have a cramp Im trying to shove the lava lamp up my fathers ass I think Im out of gas, man, I need another mask Id ask my mother, but I think shes laughing at the plants A half a gram of graham crackers and some Van de Kamps I think Ill eat some Ambiens like theyre candied yams Cut a couple cadavers up and have a little snack Abra-fucking-cadabra, motherfucker, look whos back Just like a pendulum, Satans pentagram swings I accidentally dented it and bent the damn thing Shit, I think I might have did it when I was dancing While I was chopping one of my legs off when I pulled a hamstring First I Re-Up, then I Relapse Go to rehab then I Detox after I see Doc And Ill be back with the sequel, repeat the cycle Cause I react like the She-Hulk when I see NyQuil Oh no! Here we go again Dont know When its going to end Uh oh! Where did it begin? So long ago Maybe way back when Into the well, baby Jessica fell, she may have wetted herself Quit playing, get her some help Mary Kay Letourneau was sending me letters from jail Every day in journals, saying how she wanted to smother me in lettuce and mayo Im the medicine man, my medical marijuana Was prescribed by a doctor, shove a typewriter up Per- -ez Hiltons ass, shit, almost forgot that Hes always shoving something up his ass, so why not that? And fuck it, while Im venting, lets shove a vending machine Up his rear end when hes bending over, pretending that he Didnt say anything that would be offending to me Stick his head in a blender, begin blending in G Where should I put the pink sissy with the fluffy hair? Put him under the stairs? People are already under there Hmm, I wonder where... wait, I think the cupboards bare Stuff him up in the Tupperware and shove him up in there Oh no! Here we go again Dont know When its going to end Uh oh! Where did it begin? So long ago Maybe way back when Vicodins like a nitrogen hydrogen vitamin I bite into five and then I get high as a kite again I like it when I get in my zone on the mic again Whom I kidding? I couldnt quit this shit if my life depends I relapsed twice after I came outta Brighton then Yeah, rehabs nice, I had my name up in lights again You see thats why I cant decipher what life Im in I might pull a knife on your wife and slice her then dice her then It sounds so enticing, isnt it nice when Im hype again? On nights when Im like this, no time to write this, just type it in If I could get my pen to slow down, whatd I write just then? Man, Im bout to hyperventilate, I just have hypertension I have the type of mental state you couldnt comprehend Unusually stupid of you for you to think Im your friend I usually do what I do and suffer no consequence I offer no mercy, the controversy is once again Oh no! Here we go again Dont know When its going to end Uh oh! Where did it begin? So long ago Maybe way back when Oh no! 15Embed

My Buddy Lyrics My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple Stay in your place I recommend Or say hello to my little friend Everywhere I go, I gotta tag along Cause my buzz getting strong and they mad Im on He ride with me when I pass the mall And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball One squeezell make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl You need a bulletproof vest, mask and all Bring your buddy when its time to roam Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home My hand bling full of platinum to shine his chrome He even got closet space inside my home He aint never been broke, he glitchless Hes so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infrared beam and a scope for distance The best company when approaching business He gon ride with me til the end We all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple Stay in your place I recommend Or say hello to my little friend My buddy got a temper, he dying to pop off Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off Take him with me to hustle, stashed him in a trashcan My fingertips soft, for 4 hours I bag grams You meet him, your destinations hell or heaven Cause I only bring him out for that 187 He dont have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells He get it popping in the hood, so his name rings bells Ms. Jones stay on the 3rd floor, she called the cops on me They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homie Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid I stay screaming on niggas and beating up base heads These niggas aint thorough, they just like to pretend Keep fucking round they gon say hello to my little friend My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple Stay in your place I recommend Or say hello to my little friend We been through it all but yet we both still living We been in a box but we both still spitting And when there was beef, you even played your position Got under the seat until we spotted our victim At first they wouldnt listen til they heard you go off Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York And little did they know that we was ready for war Bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door See whenever you come out, something happen on the block You the reason that nigga done stopped rapping like Pac People see you and run, and you aint even say shit They just know you aint nothing to play with You stay with sixteen homies, and one in the hole When the first one get out, the next one go To know where you headed, you gotta know where you been The Glock stay with me, we friends til the end My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple Stay in your place I recommend Or say hello to my little friend {Gunshots}11Embed

8 Mile: Papa Doc vs Shorty Mike Lyrics Your lyrics are shitty, like when I cop a squat Who told you you could fuck with the mighty Papa Doc? For steppin on the stage, I shouldve rocked ya knot And dont get too close or ya might get shot You need to call ya mama and tell her to come get ya And if she knew him she could bring her midget pops wit her I put a hole on your head like a 12 gauge Lookin like Kris Kross, jiggity-jumped your ass on stage Cause Im a grown man, son, Ill slaughter you Make your mom wish that her fat ass aborted youEmbed

Blow My Buzz Lyrics Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo ass just wanna chill out And motherfuckers be all in yo ear and shit, yknowhatImsayin? Or that nagging bitch, that just like to hear herself talk Blowing all yo high away Now thats some fucked up shit, heh But it happens, yknowhatImsayin? Yo 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 Im talking bout When your tongues rotting out from cotton-mouth When you end up becoming so dependent on weed That you end up spending a G in the vending 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 Thats it gotcha thinking the whole world is watching ya Or maybe you dont smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drugs yo, go for the gusto Just dont come fuck with me when Im doing my drugs You see me in the club dont come fucking my high up and Blow, my, buzz Do what you want to just dont blow, my, buzz And Im gon sit here and just roll, my, drugs And if you talk Im gonna fuck, you, up Just dont say shit and well be cool {ding dong} Bitch let me in the house No, I just came to eat your mother out Its the big guy, doing a butterfly to the ground Bizarre sit yo nasty ass down! I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriends in the bathroom My face is pink, looking for a sink And dont worry bout what I put in your drink Its called a date-rape drug, ten minutes youll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up Bitches Im catching, blunts Im matching Dont call me Bizarre, Im the Reverend Jesse Jackson Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence? Itd be cool if you was asking me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo last beer Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo bitch to bring her ass here I kick a ho out without giving her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for nagging in my damn ear When Im out eating, you fagsll interfere They dont go until I let em know a mag is sitting here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho ass wanna hear? I didnt answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay? You want some yay? Ill front yo ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggas trying to Blow, my, buzz Do what you want to just dont blow, my, buzz And Im gon sit here and just roll, my, drugs And if you talk Im gonna fuck, you, up Just dont say shit and well be cool Yo, Denaun you seem shook I really am dawg - look! This fat bitch keep chasing me trying to give me the nook Aww, man you probably lead her on I just bought her a beer! I saw her rubbing on your head while she was wiping your tears I admit, I was high, but you aint seen me crying Nigga, you lying, and you blowing my high, just stop denying it Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did The ultimate by saying she wanted to have my kids Look man you grown, just leave me alone, Im 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 Fuck you! Well, stop blowing my buzz! Im at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back With a slut on my arm while Im downing the gnac Got the pills in my system, floating around Every time I start drifting, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think Im going deaf like most senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand Aight, peace out then! Next nigga that bump me, Imma do the Humpty And elbow bitches, til everybody jump me Whassup fool? Fuck you punk! Blow, my, buzz Do what you want to just dont blow, my, buzz And Im gon sit here and just roll, my, drugs And if you talk Im gonna fuck, you, up Just dont say shit and well be cool Well be cool Well be cool if you dont talk while Im just trying to smoke my weed Smoke my weed Im trying to drink with my niggas; just shut the fuck up While Im just trying to get blowed Spitting to me some mo.. 7Embed

History of Rap 4 Lyrics Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Visions, dreams of passion And all the while I think of you Basketball is my favorite sport I like the way they dribble up and down the court Just like Im the king on the microphone So is Dr. J and Moses Malone The Fat Boys Its tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme thats right on time Its tricky, its tricky Tricky, tricky, tricky No sleep til Brooklyn Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A They call me Adam Yauch, but Im M.C.A Well like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Im going back to Cali To Cali, to Cali I dont think so Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin like they ought ta good There lived a lil boy who was misled By anotha lil boy and this is what he said Ahh, me so horny Me love you long time Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so whats the scenario Sawed off shotgun Hand on the pump, left hand on a forty Suckas get jumped La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom And a poom-poom Just shake your rump Dont know how you do the voodoo that you do So well its a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop With so much drama in the L-B-C Its kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G But I - somehow, some way Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Ya, ya, ya ya ya Woo-hah, got you all in check Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, cant you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess thats why they broke, and youre so paid Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Thats the anthem, get your damn hands up If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo with the gold Ds Oh, why do I live this way Hey, must be the money I dont know what you heard about But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherwhat P-I-M-P They see me rolling They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Black and yellow, black and yellow Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Dont believe me, just watch Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up This is freaking awesome Look, Jimmy If you had, one shot Or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime11Embed

BANG Lyrics Yeah , uh Machine Its not a game, nigga It’s not a fuckin game, nigga Look, look Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick Say what I wanna say and I dont give a fuck, I’m rich Tuck my fifth, dont hesitate to bust my shit I tell you niggas like Kyrie, Suck my dick I dont trust a soul, I dont even trust my bitch Before I fall in love, Id rather cut my wrist I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, thats how much I sip Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things Uh, I’m with the jackboys, I’m with the robbin team On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans Everything I jot is mean, how you gon’ stop Machine? My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang The shellsll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmanns when I swirled the caine Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game Bricks are off-white, I imported some Whippin’ all night until the mornin come Still pitchin long nights until my fortune come Thats big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh! Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga Until I pull up, let it bang Until I pull up, let it– I used to be a man of the people Hit the clubs and mingle Used to dream one day Id be fuckin P!nk, like a flamingo That was back when I smoked Canibus Man, but it was tough, cause I was a fan of his So it sucked to hand him his ass, but Yeah, lookin back on my feuds How me and Ja Rule almost got cool Cause we shot pool back in 01 Was it 02? I dont know, but Something told me fuckin not to Then we got stuck in high school I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, shout to Puffy Combs, but fuck Revolt Yall are like a fucked up remote Now I get it why our buttons broke Cause you press him but he dont do nothing though Specially when it comes to punches thrown You motherfuckers keep wantin smoke So the blunt is rolled, take another toke Of the spliff and inhale Cause all youre gonna get is an L, And smoked like a fuckin roach So we dont got nothing in common, not even a fuckin cold Or nasal issue if it comes to blows Wasted tissue, tell this journalist Stick to the stuff he knows Like always runnin from Migos Here a mic, there a mic, everywhere a mic Share and share alike, but just dont compare alike Instead of comparin me, pick a fair fight Compare me to lightnin, that similaritys strikin Compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch Or all this fuckin Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly shit stops Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked Im sendin a shot, dont come around With them floss raps tryna stunt Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped One by one Compare em to scabs, Im pickin them off Then goin home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw Compare me to Diggedy-Das, yah Im hickity-hittin it raw, ha In a beat up trailer, now Shady meets Griselda Yeah, we linked up and we inked a deal I got a beast, I will leash Godzilla How can we be so hella—copped a motherfuckin attitude Im gonna need propellers The chopper, the Machine Gun killer Gunn and The Machine, the simi—larities Stop there between Kelly and Conway But fuck that little blond bitch too RIP Mac Miller But come and get it if you think that shit a— Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga Until I pull up, let it bang Until I pull up, let it–13Embed

Loyal to the Game Lyrics Im loyal to the game Now Ive got task on a niggas ass Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now Its gettin crazy after dark These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but Im too smart Now picture me scared of the penetentiary Ive been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what ya need when ya see me Im stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll and they know When its time to handle business, nigga, lay low Although Im young Im still comin up Im gettin paid pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull the strap when theres drama Buster you aint heard? I been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama There aint a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky and they dont wait until they drop me Im loyal to the game I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing If you know what I know then you know I aint playin Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain Possessed by the streets you cant tell me that this aint home I cant eat if the rest of this shit aint gone Im gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink Gotta close my door because the back room stink See, daddy dont work, and mama dont drink But daddy do dope, and mama cant think So look like Imma be the man of the house Gotta have somethin to put in her hand when its out Up early in the mornin the first to get it They say if you really want it then come on with it Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars And I only spent 30 days behind bars I aint never had a job but my rent got paid I handled any beef that they sent my way So send me to the pen but you know I wont change Its thug in my veins Im loyal to the game I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing If you know what I know then you know I aint playin Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain Yeah It aint my fault I came up fast And your the name niggas bring up last And all the dames get a king up ass 10 grand on every ring I flash Leap frog--and Imma have to fling your ass Im on the block where its scorchin hot If you get caught in the crossfire theyll have to peel you off the block I get dro by the pickle jar These broke niggas wanna get the star So I dont keep the four-nickel far My lips is zipped Im loyal to the game Bring your bitch around me Im spoilin her brain Get more slugs to boil in your frame Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain The paints the same color as oil in the Range Im stingy aint got nothin for you but some change Im good now but the fact still remains That the struggle that Im from is attached to my name I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing If you know what I know then you know I aint playin Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain Heh YA! 2Pacs in this motherfucker! Uh! G-Unit in the motherfuckin house 50! Banks! Buck!6Embed

Drama Setter Lyrics Mr. Yayo, youre free to go So, I guess this means Ill see you tomorrow, eh? {Eminem laughs} Yeah! Ha ha, guess whos home?! Tony Yayo! Yeah! Obie Trice, cmon! Im a drama setter Grippin my Berretta, sippin Amaretto Man, you crazy if you think Ima let up I told you Im a drama setter Ill be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it Just dont get in the way of my cheddar Man, ‘cause Im a drama setter I dont go lookin for no trouble But somehow the trouble always finds me Dont make me have you in the trauma center With your momma cryin ‘Cause her only son is dyin She dont know its just your karma catchin up ‘Cause Im a drama setter Ill poke you, man, Im Rikers Island Pokemon I got COs bringin me filet mignon But now a nigga home, lookin frail in the drop With a bitch shotgun thats inhalin the cock I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got Glocks in the Lex, so we ride behind cops Broke days, we used to put water in our cereal Now were crossin borders just to shoot another video Its Tony Montana on full-body armor Soning niggas, like Alfredo in The Godfather Two-shot revolver, that Dillinger shit And the AR-15 bending your six We taking trips to Morocco just to tan We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam I was worth a hundred grams, now Im worth a cool million Ill put money on your hairline, your dime and your children Im a drama setter Grippin my Berretta, sippin Amaretto Man, you crazy if you think Ima let up I told you Im a drama setter Ill be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it Just dont get in the way of my cheddar Man, ‘cause Im a drama setter I dont go lookin for no trouble But somehow the trouble always finds me Dont make me have you in the trauma center With your momma cryin ‘Cause her only son is dyin She dont know its just your karma catchin up ‘Cause Im a drama setter Since Yayo is home, them ARs is drawn Obies Guerilla-Unit, fuck affiliation We are one, it is senseless for you to prevent this The .40 calll put you up under some photosynthesis At any given instant {gunshot}, another incident You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yays temperment And we holdin them Ks, thats why homie wont age Isnt it that Tonys enraged they throw him in cages? But now my niggas loose, our crews is bulletproof All brought to you from whoms pupils baby blues His short fuses put your portrait on the news Nigga, them screws is loose When you fuckin with them Shady dudes Im a drama setter Grippin my Berretta, sippin Amaretto Man, you crazy if you think Ima let up I told you Im a drama setter Ill be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it Just dont get in the way of my cheddar Man, ‘cause Im a drama setter I dont go lookin for no trouble But somehow the trouble always finds me Dont make me have you in the trauma center With your momma cryin ‘Cause her only son is dyin She dont know its just your karma catchin up ‘Cause Im a drama setter I got fat while I was gone, but now Im here And yall rappers only bust shots only in fear Chinchillas on my back, itchy fingers on the MAC Get scrilla off of crack, get 50s shooter back Listen homie, dont let them niggas amp you money ‘Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for Pamper money Move like Keyzer, Jayson Williams, slaughter the driver My daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire Reality rap, nigga, check my salary cap I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack What you know about light planes and heavy coke? And them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats? Its the rap tycoon, Tony, yall all know me See me on MTV, Im a parolee I was out for twelve hours and went right back in For three hots and one cot doin time in the pen Im a drama setter Grippin my Berretta, sippin Amaretto Man, you crazy if you think Ima let up I told you Im a drama setter Ill be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it Just dont get in the way of my cheddar Man, ‘cause Im a drama setter I dont go lookin for no trouble But somehow the trouble always finds me Dont make me have you in the trauma center With your momma cryin ‘Cause her only son is dyin She dont know its just your karma catchin up ‘Cause Im a drama setter Yeah nigga Thank you Marshall We dont stop Jay the best for the land Talkin to your Thoughts of a Predicate Felon baby Blew out to, Lloyd Banks and all Black ballin Yung Buck Curtis Interscope Jackson Olivia, O Trice, Stat Quo We gonna keep gettin this money Yall rappers gonna keep hatin Fuck yall No more problems Appeal for this shit Shady Aftermath G-Unit We run this rap shit13Embed

Off the Wall Lyrics Yo Look Yo No matter what people say Im gon keep rappin this way No matter what you may think Ima keep doin my thing Im the worst thing since fat bald men Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors So she gets fifty years of bad luck Causin terror to Christina Aguilera When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants Got a habit of holdin Tylenol in his hands Til it melts in his fuckin palms and dissolves in his glands The fool who visit the playground With two biscuits to lay down the school district Get pistol-whipped with a Mossberg With a pistol grip, and fed pitbull shits Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits If I get too rich, I just get sued Yo, I leave wit no injure, after I blow four in ya One handstand on top of yo ninja Crash it, Doc stir the madness Til yall outta work like Tony Atlas Walkin, cans in the laundry basket Americas Most, with the army after us Fuck flossin, we take whats yours Unload fifteen like an ace and four Im outta work, but Doc laid them off The tape is off! Yo, you targeted from arsonists Papermate pens filled wit arsenic I got hoes that dont know what Prada is Doc could shape up, touch your barber, miss Fade you with a bloody blade I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake Fuck bitches face is what Ima do Cause thats what white boy Tano do So hows everybody doin tonight? Hope youre in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight Cause uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it So suck my dick if yall dont wanna bump to this So hows everybody feelin tonight? Hope you in that mood to get rude and ill in a fight Cause uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it So suck my dick if you dont wanna bump! No matter what people say Im gon keep rappin this way No matter what you may think Ima keep doin my thing Yo, what my jabs are spittin, hospital, son, admit it Rip your lips off, kiss my ass with it Slap bitches, Doc. Marshall Maths? Weed, X, and the acid tabs did it Im Whats Happening, with no Re-Run Doc. Rob De Niro when the heat come My barrel hang out the Camaro Aimed at the nose of them hoes, its hard to breathe from Flash the gat, your town, bogart it Your wallet, your chain: the main target Beef is like cold engine: dont start it Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you From ten-speed and brown shoe Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them Its like, Funk Doctor meets the punk rocker Got the drugs stocked inside the lunch box Pop junk like I just got jumped Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump Knock wood, its all good; thank God for vodka Cause with my luck, Ill probably get shot by a stalker Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic With a automatic callin me up there My man, Stan, with a gat in his hand Stakin my house out in a tan, tinted sedan Pull your mouth out till you cant finish a damn Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and Spam Til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplift through the mall Pictures of me on my moms living room wall Hey, Ma, maybe Ill give you a call Psyche! You fuckin bitch, suck a dick and two balls! Im givin you all my job descrip, which is To piss bitches and priests off with this Pop more pills til police officers Arrive at the scene and pull me off of Kim Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls But yall can kiss my ass, pants off and all! Cause Im so goddamn off the wall I might as well just be a painting smashed on the floor So hows everybody feelin tonight? Hope you in that mood to get rude and ill in a fight Cause uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it So suck my dick if you dont wanna fuck to this So hows everybody doin tonight? Hope youre in the mood to get drunk and screw in a fight Cause uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it So suck my dick if yall dont wanna bump to this No matter what people say Im gon keep rappin this way No matter what you may think Ima keep doin my thing No matter what people say Im gon keep doin my thing No matter... Oh12Embed

Out on Bail Lyrics Oh I posted bail? Im out this motherfucker? I can go?! Aw, fuck yall! Ay fuck the judge! Fuck the motherfuckin district attorney, the prosecutor And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box, fuck all yall! Cause Im out on motherfuckin bail Yall aint never gon see me in this motherfucker again! Drop that shit L G Let these ol punk-ass bitches know how we runnin this shit for the 94 Niggas aint goin back to court, you stank ass bitches Im stuck in jail, the D.A.s tryin to burn me Id be out on bail, if I had a good attorney Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up - I aint trippin In the county and Im mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause Im rappin, they askin me what happened Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson? I cant sleep! they takin Polaroids And Im tryin to use the phone, but they makin noise Man I wish I had my Glock, cause its major Im makin shanks out the plastic in razors These motherfuckers wont leave me alone, thats my word Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin murder Im makin co-llect calls to my ol bitches Send mo pictures, and make me some mo riches To all the suckers on the block, talkin shit while I was locked up Be prepared to get socked up Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief And you bullshit bitches aint changin me I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell And Im a thug, I was raised in jail, now Im out on bail You know what fuckin time it is Im out on bail 50,000 BEYOTCH! Im out on bail Hand me some motherfuckin cold 40s in this bitch nigga Cause Im out on bail Ay pass me my motherfuckin Rolex Yes bitch, thats a Presidential Im stuck in jail, and mad as a bitch Id be out on bail, if it wasnt for the snitch Runnin wild through the streets like Im loco And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds I got no love in my heart cause Im heartless Mobbin in the park after dark when I start shit Rippin up the scene as a teen I was at it, hey And sellin product to the addicts cause they gotta have it I was a well-known thug and I got a lot of love Hangin out with the O.G.s, shootin up the clubs And momma told me, dont hang with the homies But they got me if they need me, then its on g Got me sittin in a cell, a five by seven Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven? Got my bitches on the outside, writin me letters And they tell me they love me, and the shitll get better I dont believe em cause I just got the news on the wire Take it how you want it but your pictures on fire I gotta be a player so I stay strong Cause I know that I wont be away long And when I finally do hit the fuckin streets, Ima handle this A thug nigga gettin scandalous, Im on bail You know what fuckin time it is Im out on bail 50,000 BEYOTCH! Im out on bail Hand me some motherfuckin cold 40s in this bitch nigga Cause Im out on bail Ay pass me my motherfuckin Rolex Yes bitch, thats a Presidential Motherfuckers tryin, to harass a player Man I aint goin for this ol crazy ol shit Dealin with you scandalous bitches Yall need to pop some of these crooked ass motherfuckin judges But here go the motherfuckin fetti, Im out on bail Ill see you motherfuckers at the next show By the way, where is my bitch? You know, thats that ol real thug shit Real live thug shit, genuine Yknahmsayin? I wouldnt waste yo motherfuckin time with no bullshit baby Trust me, its that real shit Talkin bout that shit you can be tellin your grandkids about yknow? I ran with a thug nigga, believe that This is for my fuckin nigga em and the motherfuckin boys In case you wonderin, we doin this shit, hell motherfuckin yeah An ounce of that shit, sittin in yo motherfuckin lap Now press rewind nigga5Embed

Paul Lyrics Em? Its Paul Ah, I just listened to the entire album You gotta be fucking kidding me I mean with this Christopher Reeves shit? You know the guys dead, right? And then the whole gay stepfather incest rape thing? I dont have your back on this one I cant even fuckin handle it, Im done7Embed

These Drugs Lyrics Its… be… …cause of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do Its because of these drugs that I do that make me Do these things that I do, do these things that I do Be… cause… of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do It was like, Whoa… And then the fucking 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, Nah, nuttin, like, everything was just spinnin I couldnt even see, and like, he started to look like a monster and shit Then I just started laughin and threw up all over the fuckin floor Its crazy My music is therapeutic for whoevers there to use it Its like, Lucifers here to influence listeners through it You probably do what it said to do just from listenin to it Its got the power to get you to do it So when the shit comes on, I wanna see some shit jump off Some bitch get slapped, some motherfucking 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 Its probably because of the drugs; Shady does what he does And is what it is; Im dizzy, Bizzy, visit these kids Hey, Stephanie Lets take some ecstasy Now pull your pants down, bitch, and have sex with this dog next to me ‘Til Im dead Im 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 Fuck it, I was born with half a brain Sniffin caine, at celebrity basketball games You motherfuckers think Im a gimmick Cause I got a Cash Money tattoo and roll with No Limit 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 engineers wife, while hes mixin my song down Its… be… …cause of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do Its because of these drugs that I do that make me Do these things that I do, do these things that I do Be… cause… of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do Its 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 know what Im sayin? I was just like, out of control These Benadryls got me stiffer than a mannequin Eight years old swallowin Anacins, standin over my bannister Laughin with a chromed out caliber The weed that Im sellin is black, 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 Im scandalous; drugs been ran for months Crackin capsules to expand our blunts I rolled it up and take the pressure to the head Now Im lookin like a extra on Night of the Living Dead Until they find me on a stretcher Im quick to sample anything; bitch, you got a tester? This crankll have me blowin up banks like Uncle Fester Aaaahhhh… Watch tonight, youll admit that Im 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 Blue pills and purple mushrooms Missin since yesterday, perfect just for rape See, Im 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 D12 gang rape Marilyn Manson In twelve hours we blow a pound of the chronic Barf up my stomach linin, drown in my vomit Its… be… …cause of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do Its because of these drugs that I do that make me Do these things that I do, do these things that I do Be… cause… of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do Be… cause… of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do Its because of these drugs that I do that make me Do these things that I do, do these things that I do Be… cause… of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do Be… cause… of… These drugs I do; thats why I do the things I do Cause I like, I always tell people, you know what Im sayin? Like, if you got an addiction, dont admit it, to nobody, you know what Im sayin? Keep that shit to yourself, because if anybody sees that, you know what Im sayin? When youre out in the public eye and shit, theyre always gonna think that youre on that shit, even if youre not Thats why I always tell my friends, you know what Im sayin? But, I mean, like, for me, I dont give a fuck; Ill probably end up dyin from this shit one day Probably pick up a newspaper in the morning and its like, Eminem dies from drug overdose You know what Im sayin? And— And my friends, they aint no fuckin better, you know what Im sayin? They aint nothin but influences, bad influences to me, so Its peer pressure, shit is like all peer pressure Thats what it boils down to, and… I give in to it, so do they6Embed

The Re-Up Lyrics Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, we should do something like that, yeah Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, b-boom—Shady! Theres never been this, much of a menace in this game as this And its the most sinister duo in the business Once again, its the illest and realest killas The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice Drop them zeros and get with these heroes Do you want losers or winners? This music is in us, and its Not over till we say its finished and G-Unit Spinners Will keep spinnin, this is hip-hop when its in its Truest form, the greatest, hate us or love us Make voodoo dolls of us and keep sticking them pins in us Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever, he will be the illest To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next? Hes already reconciled with his {ex} A chainsaw and an axe Choke a bitch to death, strangle her neck While we have sex, while Bill Clinton plays the sax I sprays the facts, yeah, bring Shady on back The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack Resurrect? I never left, baby, Im bad Ive gone mad, my comrade Dreezy automatically Says Im too broke to fix, way beyond that I may be off drugs, but its made me off-track In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap I ever do spit, Ill never do shit, thats that Fuck it, I quit, suck on a dick, jackass Im done with this whack-ass rap, kiss my black ass! 50 Cent Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my Black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the fifll tear your ass apart I came in this game crushing motherfuckers from the start Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch Different day, nothing change, its the same shit, trick Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on Ds searching the whip, glad I left the MAC home Still grinding, still shining, nigga, Lord knows You rocking with the kid to spit sicker sick flows I carried Games style for nine months and gave birth to it Now Im feeling like a proud father watching him do it Every day Dre day, front and cause a melee Turn the town upside down with a frown upside down I smile through something foul, and watch my money pile Im fucking with straight stacks, Im kicking you straight facts I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, go head front, get fucked up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, I hit your ass up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Shady...15Embed

Till Hell Freezes Over Lyrics Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Yo yo yo yo yo This is my motherfuckin anthem To hip-hop music Cause Ima keep doin hip-hop music Until the day that I die, aight? Yo, Im into voodoo, tarot cards and Ouija boards Lightin candles campin out at haunted beach resorts I write the dark shit, and rap about perverted violence Ghost stories of people murdered on deserted islands Dressed in jean shorts, high tops and tube socks Holdin a rifle, with a life full of drama like 2Pacs Jumpin off rooftops drunk after I do shots Landin in someones backyard gettin chewed up by two Rotts I got a new watch and two rings with huge rocks This rap shit got cash comin out the blue like nude cops I used to sell pizzas, now I got twelve visas So tell Jesus that Ima quit sinnin when hell freezes Thats why my brain is out of order Thats probably why my nights are gettin colder and my days seem shorter But as the world turns and I keep growin older Ill be livin this hip-hop till hell freezes over Bitch, till hell freezes over Ill be livin this hip-hop till hell freezes over And as the world turns and I keep growin older Ill be livin this hip-hop till hell freezes Yo, I used to be too heavy in that cruisin Gratiot crap I think I fucked my head up listenin to acid rap I go to parties bumpin Nasty Nass new song And smoke pot till I get high and stare at shit for too long Like this weed is laced, aint it? It tastes tainted The whole place fainted, I woke up with my face painted Spaced out like Sci-Fi TV, Fuck ICP, buy my CD! Is what Im screamin while Im handin out promo tapes of my debut Tellin bitches, Let me eat your pussy while I shave you! Aint no shame in my game , I turn the party out Makin everybody shout for the rapper with potty mouth Thats why my brain is out of order Thats probably why my nights are gettin colder and my days seem shorter But as the world turns and I keep growin older Ill be livin this hip-hop till hell freezes over Bitch, till hell freezes over Ill be livin this hip-hop till hell freezes over And as the world turns and I keep growin older Ill be livin this hip-hop till hell freezes over Uh Uh uh-uh uh uh Ah ah-ah ah ah Uh uh-uh uh uh Ah ah-ah ah ah Uh uh-uh uh uh Ah ah-ah ah ah 10Embed

History of Rap 1 Lyrics I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop The rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test, I’m rappin to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes Humpty Dumpty fell down that’s his hard time Jack B. Nimble what nimble and he was quick But Jam Master cut faster Jack’s on Jay’s Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me – Mike D We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do me baby Do the Humpty Hump Watch me do the Humpty Hump One, two, three, and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door California Love It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt n Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hanging pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I push my seed in her bush for life It’s gonna work because I’m pushing it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock n... Hi, my name is My name is My name is Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Soulja boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then super man that ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha So live your life You steady chasin’ that paper, gotta-- Take my money, when I’m in need Yeah, she’s a trifling, friend indeed Oh, shes a gold digger, way over town That digs on me Yeah, I’m out that Brooklyn, now I’m down in TriBeCa Right next to DeNiro, but I’ll be hood forever Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York, New York, New York I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop6Embed

Richard Lyrics Yeah, Trice The Statik Selektah O back around the corner, got the crack Put in your orders, we bout to run up out the storages Its notorious, the way I got big spitting stories BMEs X-Clan, vanglorious Were not your favorite, fuck it, you know the system And you buck it, have you revisiting how you used to love it My niggas spew through the music, acoustics School kid used to pursue excuses Truth is, I was truant in school So its influence is foolish, that was my views I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means We gonna get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans Say he aint a star, niggas might be right Im so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight Take it back, Selektah, let em know its Trice Put your seatbelts on, we gon ride tonight And I would like to introduce myse-self, surprise! Hi, its Ike Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply of wife beaters And my Nikes on and a white tee over that iron mic Lookin fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite Come back as Spider-Man, park my Peter inside a dyke Bitch actin like she got fuckin higher standards than Meijers, right Had to pry her fingers off the mothafuckin Breyers ice cream With the pliers, like Ahh! only a ruthless bastard would do this Take a toothless bitch with no taste buds to Ruths Chris Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home, pick up two Big Bufords Scrupulous, girl, you got a nice pair, but youre plumb stupid! So when I pull up in that Benz, dont try to pretend you aint interested To impress your stupid-ass friends, and refuse to get in, woman And get slammed on the ground and snap like a pool stick against cement If you sick of dick, pretend its a musical instrument You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow I can tell at first glance youre a ho cause your pants are so tight When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco Boy Im from Detroit city, you live in animosity Thats a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity Look where these random thoughts get me in senseless mind babble What me? Apologize? Thats just the way the rhyme unravels And I wouldnt fucking take it back if I time traveled! Just call me Richard, cause Im a dick Its also Richard cause I feel like you should Pry your fucking mouth up off of it I said just call me Richard, cause Im a dick You aint gotta be no detective to figure out Im a dick When I hold my privates its your first clue, Sherlock, prick! Just call me Richard Thats my motives, jumpin off in Rovers All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas Or Minnesota, did I mention soda? When its mixed with the yola, watch my cup runneth over Cut from a soldier, them ho niggas disposable toaster Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough BME til the credits roll til my condition is beyond what the medics know They wanna edit O, like a prosthetic third Leg let it go, this is Shady 1.0, Em let em know I still profit through the process The prize in my jeans my ballsll never digress Im a dick that I brag about I put it in faster than I drag it out World, I be your special friend see Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo-penis envy... So! Just call me Richard, cause Im a dick Its also Richard cause I feel like you should Pry your fucking mouth up off of it I said just call me Richard, cause Im a dick You aint gotta be no detective to figure out Im a dick When I hold my privates its your first clue, Sherlock, prick! Just call me Richard8Embed

Paul LyricsEm, whats going on? This is Paul Rosenberg, your faithful attorney at law Listen, I listened to the rough copy of your album And, uh, yknow, Ive just got to be honest with you Can you tone it down a little bit? Because theres only so much I can explain Give me a call4Embed

The Conspiracy Freestyle Lyrics Okay Its about that time again Green Lantern G-G-G-G-G Uni-burp Shit! Hahaha, Shady We back Part II The Conspiracy Cause we aint gonna never stop, you just keep wasting your energy On us, you should find something to do with your time And quit fuckin with us cause we aint fuckin with you And it must be fuckin with you so much you must be gone out your mind They say Im a day away from my entire empire crumbling Speak up, youre mumbling, what the fuck-a yous a Bibi-bay okay big-bi-bi-baby, this is Shady I know you was bi-bi-hoping we be-be-would just go away But weeble mable weeble wobble but we dont fall down like Jam Master Jays two turntables, our label is just too s-stable Your magazines so motherfucking thin you using staples To hold it together its turning back into a newspaper And yall got somethin for my ass every issue Thank you, cause I keep runnin out of fucking tissues And I could diss you but God I was sick of looking at you At least now I can see when Nikes got a new tennis shoe But-but I guess no good news is always good-good news Moving on to bigger and better things 50s blowing up, this year just keeps going up What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck is Norah Jones? Shady, wait a minute, baby, leave the whore alone Just go up there and be humble and take them awards home Bush has just declared the world a fucking war zone Meanwhile we got a war going on of our own at home My fuckin minds blown Trying to figure out how to fight my own clone Rhinestones are so nice, they shine so bright Especially at night After a hit of ecstasy, aint that right Rooh? Wait a minute, Im rambling Back to the matter at hand, its Green Lantern With Elvis Presley the selfish MC Back to ruin rap and destroy the industry Single handedly and oh man did we Yeah me and 50, Obie, me and Twizzy And Nelly and Missy and Jigga God damn, its all a plan devised by the Man, its a conspiracy Against fake shit, and anybody who cant make hits or aint dope lyrically So fuck what you heard and what you read about We aint ruining rap baby were just trying to weed it out Shady in the place to be, see And I got what it takes to rock the mic, right! Still keep talking shit to me, punk Cause your magazines over in less than six months! Haha, Shady Records, still Aftermath! And dont think we can hear you motherfuckers talking Cause we cant We dont hear yall So we just gonna sit back for the rest of our lives While you ride our dicks8Embed

Ski Mask Way Lyrics Yeah Im tryna catch me something A little jux or something Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money You wanna spray at me? Go head; the last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled til he died Your little sister calling you stupid, reason why? Her and your mama in the living room now hog-tied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I cant wait Got a brand-new SIG and that old .38 I be scheming to put a little bread on my plate Watching dreads serve skunk through a hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch, please This the stash house, jackpot, there go them keys My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana Cocaine coming out my pores in the sauna Im serious, man, Im so sincere This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffreys career Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, YEAH! Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money Whos that peeping in my window? Wow—the Feds on me now They know when Im sleeping, they know when Im wake I know they got my phone tapped, Im screaming, Fuck Jake! Im trying to stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA—now, that sounds great I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy, waiting to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me 500 apiece for two MACs Then Im back doing me, Im back out on a spree Catch me a nigga slipping out, pumping that D Get me a little crew, Ill have em pumping for me The more product I take, the more paper we see Change my name in NY, they dont know where I be Yeah, a nigga doing dirt, but a nigga low-key Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money10Embed

Armaggedon Lyrics Fucker Yeah Oh shit, its the evil genius Green Lantern Yeah Ayo, Em Ha ha What we call this shit right here? The Invasion! You have Part One, you got Part Two Now its Part three! The final chapter, motherfuckers! Armageddon! Lets go! I got a riddle: whats little and talks big With midget arms and creamy white fillin in the middle That will do anything to throw dirt on my name If it means walkin the whole Mediterranean? Is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian? No! His names Raymond and, oh, so sorry, yo, Osorio But that was a long time ago when I was just Joe Shmoe Rappin in Joe Blows basement, I apologized for it befo, so Either accept it or you dont and lets move on If Ive shown that Ive grown and get the bone Keep lickin these nuts you industry mutts Keep walkin around sniffin each others butts Or should I say asses? What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses? Hold on, hold on, hold p New York city man Its the kid Lloyd Banks And if you hearin what Im hearin right now You know this aint no regular shit homie This somethin special, and we gotta bring this back Green, come on Countdown to Armaggedon! Lets go! I got a riddle, whats little and talks big With midget arms and creamy white fillin in the middle That will do anything to throw dirt on my name If it means walkin the whole Mediterranean? Is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian? No! Its Dave Raymond and oh, so sorry yo, Osorio But that was a long time ago when I was just Joe Shmoe Rappin in Joe Blows basement, I apologized for it befo, so Either accept it or you dont and lets move on If Ive shown that Ive grown and get the bone Keep lickin these nuts you industry mutts Keep walkin around sniffin each others butts Or should I say asses? What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses? The question I ask is: how can I explain this? How can I swing this in English language If I switch to slang and turn man to mayn Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain? Am I being real or am I being fake? Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine? Or am I caught up in this hot water? Wody on my daughter I told ya I love this culture, dont let em insult ya Ima tell ya one more gain, this is the environment that I was brought up in But every now and then I use my pen to get rid of some frustration Or should I say shun? Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism, huh? Your face is numb, youre stunned, your look is cold Like that of a man of seventy-some-years-old And it only gets colder, which Is why I understand And cant be mad at a forty-four-year-old fan With a chip on his shoulder, who only owns a half of a magazine And the only way to have it seen is to put me on the front of it again Only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown Papa cant stand me, papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down In his new chair that goes round and round That he bought from new money in his bank account That I get him every issue when the thang comes out Sit back, and let his puffy clown hair come out And let his black side arm wrestle his white side Yell Apartheid loud enough that he might slide He might find someone dumb enough who might ride But aint nobody over here buyin two white guys disguised as pro-black There is no slack Far heart for college grad in a fitted hat and a hunch back Standin by the clearance coat rack In some old slacks and some RSO throwbacks Yeah Shady in the place to be, see And it takes what I got to rock the mic, right! Still not gonna cater these punks Fuckin cocksuckin pussy lips haters dicks cunts!5Embed

4 Verses Lyrics Its only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a two by four board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4-door Ford But Im more toward droppin an acapella To chop a fella into mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showing Developing anorexia while Im standin next to ya Eating a four course meal, watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins, feeding you liquid Darvocet Pumping you full of drugs Pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance And driven To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement As a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandmas little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream IM STILL ALIVE! Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp, and Pullin your Adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department Ive hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment Im a liar to start shit Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight you need a crowbar to pry her apart with Motherfucker, Slim Shady bitch! Recognize! Met a retarded kid named Greg, with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the 40 Mixed it with Alka-Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab, Ill strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in, and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion Im blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers We blowin up your house, killing your parents And coming back to get your foster mommas And Im as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats Im doin drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets Im more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack Today, yesterday, and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strappin more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Comin together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure! Motherfucker! (Like this, like that, like this Like this, like that, like this) Im the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters Im meaner in action than Roscoe beating James Todd Sr And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in a wild hood As a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse And aint shit changed I kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that Im a negative person, dont be so sure of it I dont promote violence, I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge, and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out Im blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now Yo, yo, yo! My mom sent me up to the store with a food stamp For a pack of cigarettes and a book at the news stand Two dudes ran up and jumped out of a blue van I looked down at the ground and picked up a huge branch I swung it at the first dude, the other one with him Seen it snap so fast, it looked like it broke before it hit him So he tried to rush, I swept his legs, pinned him, and bit him He came back with 6 or 7 dudes screaming GET HIM! I grabbed one, lit him on fire, pinned, and bit him The next faggot gave me his shoes like they didnt fit him One by one I just kept dropin em in a rhythm Then I woke up swingin the middle of the kitchen 9Embed

I’m Having a Relapse Freestyle Lyrics Torture chambers, secret passageways, vats of acid, and deadly vaults Ohh! Chk-it, chk-it chk-it chk-it Ohh! Gue—chk-it chk-it—Guess whos back? Frrk-it I said, ohh Gue—Gue—Gue—Gue—it-chk-it I said, ohh! Rrrrr-chk-it-chk-it—Guess whos back? Frrk-it I said, man! Chk-it-chk-it-chk-it-chk-it Damn! Ohh! Gue—Gue—Guess whos back? Gue—Gue—Gue—Gue—Guess whos back? Frrk-it Damn, it feels good to be back Guess whos back? Im having a relapse How the hell did he manage to get more felony charges? Hes already got life in jail, man, what the hell is his problem? Well, to be honest The smell of these chronic leaves make me hella demonic Theyve compelled me to kill this elderly man And I get these panic attacks, pop a Xanax, relax Trying to stick my fucking dick inside a mannequins ass Then I get manic-depressed, see the orthodontist, get gassed Man, its kick-ass, the first thing I put on is the mask Speaking of masks, man, it aint too late to have a change of pace And take it off and show my face, so you can see the things you face And slice you up and cook you after youre murdered by strangulation Thats bacon souffle you making, aint you? Well, thank you, Jason There goes one more coma due to blunt force trauma Just give me one more Soma and Ill be done for, mama Go in the damn broom closet, another Valium, lost it Shoving the vacuum nozzle, down the bathroom faucet It seems like every day, I get a little flakier The medication is making my hands a little shakier Hand me that eighteen-month-old baby to shake him up Itll only take me a second to choke his trachea Breaking his neck in eighty-some places, baby, here Shady comes, lady Hes got the razor b-blades and the ch-ch-chainsa-saw, baby You b-b-blundering, bumbling, m-m-mumbling dum-dums Yeah, here I come-come, you hear the rumbling? Vrumm-vrumm Theres something inside of that blue tub and that drum-drum A head and torso of someone; whered it come from? Whos it belong to? Maybe the girl with the long, blonde hair Who disappeared and left her cheerleader pom-poms Clearly, theres somethin wrong, cause she didnt come home Shes missing, where is she? Something fishy is going on I guess he stuck the bitch with the pitchfork with the long prongs Now, everybody get your dance on to my damn song, come on!6Embed

Public Enemy #1 Lyrics Hello, what up? Hello? Yo, I cant, I cant hear you Let me call you right back I sense someones tappin into my phones, why do I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon? The FBI might be tryin to pull my file soon I might be walkin blindfold into a typhoon I might be seein rockets light up the night sky Right outside the window of my living room And if they do, you can say good night And bye-bye to them iTunes If I dont try to record as much before I do The plan is to have as many in the can as I can As I stand before you in this booth a walking-dead man Blank stare, dead pan, look on my face As I gaze into space, as I wait to be scooped up in that van As I mysteriously disappear into thin air And they gonna say a sniper just appeared outta nowhere And Ill go down in the history as the bloodsuckin leech Who hid behind the freedom of speech Tried to take the 5th Amendment, use it, twist it and bend it And ended up dyin the villain, not the hero, splendid Stupendous way to end this I can feel the tremors tremendous In remembrance of September 11th Flashback to September 7th When 2Pac was murdered in Vegas He said it, he predicted his own death, let us never forget it Should we ever live to regret it Like the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated in broad day By the crazed lunatic with a gun Who just happened to work on the same block In the library book depository Where the President would go for a little Friday stroll Shots fired from the grassy knoll But they dont know, or do they? Whos they for them to say touché? Were all vulnerable and its spook-ay This is about as kook-ay as Ive ever felt now Count down to nuclear meltdown Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one You can run, you can do what you want to But you know you aint gonna do nothin When its time, its your time, you are the prime target You have become Public Enemy number one12Embed

Frat House Lyrics All the ugly people be quiet Wave I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down I’mma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a crack house Welcome to the frat house Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills I’mma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a crack house Welcome to the frat house Your lady’s on my dick, you’ll probably be mad If you find out I had her skipping biology class You got comedy cash I’m a quarter of the Slaughter, half of the dream team, the anomaly Bad We here to riot the scene Quiet your entire college up, tie up your dean My Q-Dog’s on that step shit I’m bout to send a text to my next ex-bitch Have you on pills, on shrooms Have you feeling like oh-la-la-laa Now it’s sounding like Lauryn Hill’s in your dorm room Spit at me wrong, get hit with my new llama It’ll knock him out his shoes Dropping more niggas then who dropping out of school Slaughterhouse gang, streamers, confetti The squeamish had better get ready, because LBC, we them beach boys We don’t need your education, we Pink Floyd Im getting destroyed I’m getting oral from a Maury sexy decoy; she on that E boy She paying tuition with webcams and PayPal School in L.A. but she say she from 8 Mile Her pussy hotter than a chili pepper I tell her lay down and give it away give it away now Later on, she’ll be wearing my Letterman jacket Reach in your pocket medicine packet Let em attack it cause that’s my regular tactic ‘Cuz that’s what let’em get active, whoever said I’m romantic Is wrong, hope you got a powerful chin Cause they say blowjobs are flowers for men I’mma need about a dozen, go get your guzzling cousins And your trouser arousers, we wilding again See I’m an on-stage rock star Gave my laptop Make it red storm when that Saint John in you (Brain in the college in Philly, call that Temple I like a really huge ass) Bend over, take her to church now she in U-Mass Scoop my Spelman broad for all out sex Show her 12 bedrooms, still there’s more house left (Titty in my left hand Drunk as a freshman on his tenth keg stand) Got a sophomore, all jaw, give me drunk head Roommate joined in, climbing down from the bunk bed Matter of fact This pill gave me a new demeanor 4Embed

Searchin Lyrics Aint no one special, special like you Aint no one special, special like you Aint no one special, special like you Aint no one special, special like you I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life, baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life, baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life, baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life, baby Im reminiscin on your tenderness and the snugglin and teasin Missin what I remember; kissin and huggin and squeezin Buggin and wheezin, Im havin trouble when breathin Its even tougher when sleepin But theres a couple of reasons that Im sufferin and grievin For lovin and leavin Youre all Im thinkin of in the evenin You got my knees bucklin and weakenin Thoughts of nothin but freakin That Im strugglin to keep in Interrupt when Im speakin I got some game that Im preparin to run The way your lips sparkle, and they glare in the sun You got your hair in a bun No matter what youre wearin, you stun Cause youre comparin to none I want to share in the fun, I feel a passionate lust When I imagine it just alone at last when its us I see you graspin to trust But my intentions are good, lets leave the past in the dust Im not askin to rush, then answer me immediately I just wanna be there for you and you to be there for me If you agree, then repeat after me I love you Cause I just need you to see How much Im eager to be your man legally wed Your loves keepin me fed This is easily said, so you can lead or be led If you care to be down Cause aint nobody like you, nowhere to be found I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life baby Baby, its all on you, its you I call on, boo Lets set a day up, so you can fall on through Well take a spin in a Lexus You can chill for dinner and breakfast Time enough to see how this gentleman sexes Well start it off with caviar, Dom Pérignon And then when its a fact we are warm, carry on Well take it slow, see, nobody will hurry things I got the Izze, the Bacardi and Hurricane If daiquiris and are not your thing that day Its still all right cause I got Minute Maid and Tangeray Youre an incredible one thats rare I bet in edible underwear Youll look impeccable, none compare I dream of freakin you, the woman that Im speakin to, It seems that there is not an end to things that we can do, so Now we all set to play, only thing left to say Is when you step away, baby, look over in the négligée I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life, baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life, baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life, baby I been searchin But youre the one I want in my life, baby Aint no one special, special like you Aint no one special, special like you12Embed

Wee Wee Lyrics Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Got a dick as big as a banana I try to control it, but I guess I cant, it Shoots off like an AK-clip banana You better watch out, Hannah Montana Man, whats the matter, have you no manners? No you know the girl from Junos address Yeah, Ima probably go to jail for that Now I got the cops on my tail for that Run up on your car with a stale banana In your tail pipe, cant believe you fell for that It couldve been a molotov cocktail for that Wait a minute, man, what the hell was that? I heard a noise, where you going? What are you, bananas? You cant go back there, stupid ass I just seen a woman in a Freddy Kruger mask Who the fuck are you? Superman? All you have is a little stupid can Of whipped cream, what the hell you gonna do with that? Ima put it on my wee-wee, ooh, good answer Super bonanza extravaganza Man, go ahead, what you waiting for? You better get them clothes off, baby boy Come on, lets go, were gonna make a porn Ready, set, go hit play, record Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Are you ready? You better hold the camera steady Shes probably back there with a damn machete Shes probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti Shes probably gonna kill you, still wanna check, see Have a little quick look, go on, sick prick Shes probably six foot tall like Big Foot The hell with that, we probably should run Dont dare look back, we probably, probably Probably there probably was a problem At the post office or something But you probably didnt know that, did ya? Now, what you gonna do when she gets ya? I aint going with ya, forget ya Quit tryna hold my hand, mista Pretend shes your little sista, little sista little dicta Might as well take the whipped cream with ya And when you see her, make sure you get a picture We could try to make another Blair Witch, uh, movie A beastiality porno with smoothies Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Its eerie, but here comes Zack and Miri Beauty and the Beast, his back is hairy But she dont care, theyre attractive, very Very sexually active, very No, Zack, dont go back in there Its too late now, shes grabbin hair He screams, bloody Mary, grabs a mirror But stop just aint in her vocabulary Get off me, please, get off me, stop Balling back at a coffee shop They go non-stop, she says go He says no, she says oh Back and forth, they scream and shout Yeah, boy, let them demons out Its the kind of nightmare you dream about Uh-oh, now the whipped cream is out I get sick thoughts, sick, sick, thoughts Things you could do with your lipstick gloss Put it on my dick till the tip looks orange Bitch, keep goin, bitch, keep goin Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Banana Banana Banana Banana Banana Banana8Embed

Lady Lyrics Can we re-enact Biggies song? Can you shit on me? I just want you to shit on me, Obie Hey lady, hey darling, hey baby, Im sorry But I cant be, your boyfriend if you toy with My mothafuckin emotions Ill kill you, bitch Im fucking for real, Ill make you suffer Like I suffered, if you fuck me, then Ill make you fall in love Baby Im extra large in magnitude And Magnums the lubrication that I use To chose which hole on a ho I abuse Have em confused, cant tell who is who When I fuck the shit out you, then the next day Ill rush the shit out you off my two-way You wanna cuddle, emotional hustle up on Poconos Poke ya nose in and outta Obies own No, Im in and out your home And this in, and out your tone I aint the nigga that settles em down Put em in nice homes and floss em around I bounce em around, camcord the sex And sell em around town, how that sound? If I was in love with ya, now you wanna clown? Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury You dont want it with me, you just horny as me You want a nut, nothing but what it should be Im internationally known baby but actually There are few people who know how I am naturally All you know is that I can act irrationally When you shove a puppet up in my face on national TV So they label me this crazed loony rap bully But truthfully that aint the truth and if you believe In that shit then youll believe anythings true And youre too stupid to ever get to know me personally But personally that actually works for me Cause the last thing that I needs a string attached to me Im a bachelor, bitch, and I aint in no fast fury To run out and find a new Mrs. Mathers Cause see, technically me and Kim aint back fully But we do still make booty calls occasionally But be damned if I end up back in that pattern And we end up back at that god damn tavern And having another déjà vu, we seeing security Pass my pussy around like its Ja Rules jewelry I got news for you bitch, your new curfews early You aint home by 2:30, , you heard me? Hey lady, hey darling, hey baby, Im sorry But I cant be, your boyfriend if you toy with My mothafuckin emotions Ill kill you, bitch Im fucking for real, Ill make you suffer Like I suffered, if you fuck me, then Ill make you fall in love See you looking at the life, you looking at the lights You looking at the ice, you aint looking at the Trice You should look at some advice when I say he aint nice Despite the fact you think you the feisty type O love to fight, I love the drama Love when my bitch get to cussing out Yolanda Find the Obie condom on the counter Swinging her weave, cant breathe like I cant believe! Least I aint deceive and try to mislead And sell a dream just to get you on my team I came clean to keep down the beef Keep down my reach, you can keep all your teeth, sweety See what we do under the covers Should stay between the covers And the two of us and we aint gotta be news coverage On the front page cover of Us as new lovers But this is when a bitch get to showing her true colors Cause the truth of it, everything that I dos public And youd love it if you could run and tell all your friends Guess who you just screwed As soon as me and youve done it And save the used rubber to show em the proof of it I guess its do unto others as youd have em do unto you But you better be careful of who youre doing it to Cause you never know when the shoe could end up On the other foot and it backfires on you Cause you may think you want it Then you want me, til you get me Then you got me and youre fucked Cause youll be stuck with me For the rest of your life cause if I get attached to you Well be joined at the hip, Ill be so latched to you Youll be walking out the house and Ill run up and tackle you Chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you You dont think youre leaving this house in that, do you? Not til I brand my name in your ass and tattoo you And have you walking out this bitch in turtleneck sweaters Scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather Front on me? Never cause we gon be together forever Right, bitch? Right, bitch? Hey lady, hey darling, hey baby, Im sorry But I cant be, your boyfriend if you toy with My mothafuckin emotions Ill kill you, bitch Im fucking for real, Ill make you suffer Like I suffered, if you fuck me, then Ill make you fall in love 12Embed

Detroit Vs Everybody Lyrics Dont you ever forget. Dont you ever take sides with anyone against the family. Do you hear me? Ever. Tell em if they want it, they can come get that I swear I love my city, I just want a little See me, they salute me, they aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody What up doe, everybody? Im Detroit So its me vs. everybody if you aint Detroit We all hood, we love the gun smoke A message from air traffic control Im doin them niggas bold Takin it back to when rappers got beat up out their clothes Treat em like little hoes Used to wake up to snitches swingin from light poles When the booger sugar took a light dose Shout out to every nigga that ever made money over in Brightmoor With the white folks, in the window like a psycho Puttin the perfect play together; maestro And since its so cold in the D, if you dont come to see me You might fuck around and see a nigga ice go Had a lil homie, run up on him with a knife though Aiight ho, watch the big homie on the roof with the rifle Who might go loco and shoot for nothin Will go postal with you for somethin And Im willin to give it to keep the counterfeits up out of my city Ask around and they all know Tricky Still pull it together for the kitty Pour a little liquor for Biggie And Frank Nitti on the Mickey, send em to Diddy Tried to get me a spot on the Revolt Switch a mans past from the revolt Touchin mothafuckas with the remote Think your man sleepin out here but nigga please, he woke Tell em if they want it, they can come get that I swear I love my city, I just want a little See me, they salute me, they aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody Ayo east side, raised on that east side When we just throw our pinkies up along with the peace sign Fairview street sign, who the fuck are these guys? Niggas want war, we make em feel it, touch their G spot My grandma sold pies and I aint talkin bout no key lime Junkies at the side door, make sure that aint 5-0 They done set her up, they done hit her with that combo They done let the dogs out, house smellin like Pine Sol That was on the north end, I was on the porch then Grandma what you cookin up? Grandma why that fork bent? Grandma where my mom at? Now I want her, beep her up Always imagined we was poor and that her feet was up Jordans, yeah we had em on, bitch it wasnt no teasin us Remember me and Pooh was in the window eatin peanut butter Damn I miss my cousin, Im like R.I.P. to Trinas son Im from where it aint no love, everybody need a gun, yuh Detroit V.S. everybody, P.S Fuck yall too, we dont care what yall do Still, you cant deny the real Time reveal, society squeals and the society kill Money motivated though we take it These cats are overrated, severely, poppin up yearly Then they disappear within the same year Like it never happened, them niggas just rappin barely Im a shooter, loadin my magazine and throw the book at em Like a prosecutor, the Glockll do you like a college tutor Cause right after class I teach a mothafucka somethin and watch him pass Graduation, I rattle cages We make some uncomfortable, I didnt grow up like the Huxtables West 7th where those drugsll move nonstop Soft white or hard rock, get everybody in your yard shot Youll get a feel for my city when I send the welcoming committee With the 50 calibers and the smoke grey Dodge Challengers You frown on your face, well kick it pretty When I grip the semi, you better have some grip to give me Or the steel smokes, you cats are real jokes You bitch niggas, smack your face numb like you feel coke Until you get the big picture, mothafucka Tell em if they want it, they can come get that I swear I love my city, I just want a little See me, they salute me, they aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody Let the celebration kick off This that point in the party where that person start pointin That pistol because theyre pissed off Shots lick off, fire spit off This track put a fire up under me like rockets when they lift off The map, these rappers that recite raps We dont believe em like that Deadbeat dad sayin that hell be right back But city thats rough and looked at as them black sheeps With them rap sheets thats long as track meets So lets take a stroll, come follow me down these back streets Where blacks and the trap meet Killers and dealers that had dreams to be athletes But them dreams got put in the back seat And makin fast funds the shotgun Got some homies thats still in the hood, life finna twirl They ask me what is it like to see the rest of the world? Away from the block, away from the gutter All they know is the blocks and watchin for cops undercover So what you have here, some niggas thats never had a fear they couldnt face Tougher than 89 Laimbeer in the paint Posted, Chuck D coachin, never laid up City soil that made us 7 mile with the players, Puritan and PA-ers >❓❓❓< where the bullets strayin Fenkell where the bodies layin 6th mile where them hollows sprayin Woodward where they aint playin Schoolcraft you find that mayhem where hollows holler in the AM Gratiot where grandmas stayin Neighborhood thats decayin Niggas pockets is light so that light bill theyre never payin So fam dont let your lips talk, that could be your pitfall And get you sprayed on like murals on side of brick walls Dudes watchin waitin for you to get sloppy Like a hitman lurkin in the shadows with his shotty Out here screamin Lets go, yeah my nigga X know City where the TECs blow but we aint talkin techno Tell em if they want it, they can come get that I swear I love my city, I just want a little See me, they salute me, they aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody Im stumblin in my Detroit fitted, bitch Anybody want some beef then we with it, bitch Shit, see in the Mitten all my niggas bout that action Might be 30 niggas with me, every nigga with me packin No fly zone, shit, just for pussies on that fuck shit Dirty glove, boy this aint the city to be fucked with Shout out my uncle Trick, you get to trippin, he gon dump quick My city verses everybody Boy, RIP to Blade, I hope he hear this I swear if Ron was free, hed be the first nigga to kill this Street nigga, give me a ki and Ima deal it Better give a nigga his cash or you can feel it What up Em, signed the city to Shady and fuck it They say the world is a bitch, Ima keep on fuckin it My city on my back and Ima keep on runnin it Still got that chopper on the back seat, aint shit sweet, boy 40287, Im out that black bottom If they dont fuck with the boy, I bet the crack got em Its enough two faces here to attack Gotham And aint nobody a ho until the MACs spot em Dot em, play possum, no brave option All of mine yay choppin and K shoppin The nerdiest nigga here can play the part of a goon Transplant your killers if it aint no heart in the room Wait til he sugar sharp and then throw salt in the wound These red beamsll turn your white party maroon I got a pair of gators that I hardly wear Nigga I will kill you over these Cartiers I got a couple bands with the dice on the floor When I was 9, boy I could tell you the price of a bow Listen, full length minks just to show we stuntin Brother you know its nothin Nigga Im Coleman Youngin, tell em! Tell em if they want it, they can come get that I swear I love my city, I just want a little See me, they salute me, they aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody Im from the west side blocks where we roll in spots And have blow blowout sales to blow out a watch Young niggas gettin popped cause of the clique they claim And in most homicides, its a bitch to blame My future plans to stay froze til my wrist complains If rap fails, Im whippin coke til the brick complains In the new 6 switchin lanes, probably with big kis Aint talkin coffee when I say the trunk is where the big be You see that D right above where my lid be Cant trust a soul, well thats how these streets did me I bossed up from setbacks by luck, I rep that Aint scared of niggas shit, Im from Detroit, I expect that Look Im from Detroit, bitch Where we crack heads and we break bails Inspired by the dopeman that pack hammers and make sales Dreaming of a rollie, a coupe, a crib off of lake trails They quick to take a trip with so much weight that itd break scales Young boys wilding, with a chopper theyll make hail Screaming fuck the cops and quick to pop off like some fake nails Shout out to my strippers with 30 inches and fake tails And pounds of the cookie like I was running a bake sale Holla if you need it, I got it, just come and ask the man Try me and get cheddar on your head just like a Packer fan Riding down your mama street with tints on a blacker van And turn your block into a war zone like we in Pakistan Nobody I can call on, its ball or get balled on Wrists full of that shit you niggas can slip and fall on Why the fuck you hating us when we can put them all on? And they can help their little mans and they can hit the mall strong Its 7 Mile till I die, raised by some street niggas Fuck friends, aint got none, Im dolo with this heat, nigga Boogers in my watch face, my wrists be looking slimy Once I fuck shes like my seatbelt, I put that bitch behind me, nigga Tell em if they want it, they can come get that I swear I love my city, I just want a little See me, they salute me, they aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody My timing was perfect, designed to be worshiped Like Jesus as a fetus Was destined to earn my stripes like Adidas Needless to say Im the sniper Pick us off, niggas soft While they spitting bars in the middle of a cypher Im from the same hood as Big Meech and Big T So miss me with ho shit or end up on this street Home of the big three; big cuffs, big guns, big chips Where broke niggas get hood rich off of quick flips Im from the city where the bitches even gangster Suck a nigga dick, get her robbed, tell em thank you We dont fuck with you outsiders, learn who to talk to Or get stomped for feeling like the man when you walk through And I dont even walk around with my chest out But know its drama when you see me with my vest out My next route is finding out where you rest at Catch you sleep, make the crime scene where you slept at And the next cat who disrespect my city on some rap shit Im on his ass like cellulite on a fat bitch This shit is drastic and you aint gotta ask if A nigga come disrespectful, he leaving out in a casket Detroit VS everybody, thats me against the world I might not sell a cop, but who need a brick or girl? A thousand grams on my cock, later alligator Moist of the aviator, cardi sipping activator Never been a punk, faker or a lean whipper Steady packing eighters in a one paper king swish Concrete, definition of real street nigga Whole hood know that Im the only real D nigga That really mean it when you hear me say I am Detroit Can hear it in my voice, my fault Em and Royce For being four days late turning my verse in But me and Ready Rock was in the spot putting that work in What was you doing before you ever touched your first ten? I was in the streets with my peeps getting them chirps in Text me when the work gone, I text him back the work end Tryna get my hands on the pack when they first in On my Captain Planet I possess earth, wind and fire But you being a liar is the worst sin Keep throwing rocks at the throne with a glass chin Im still that same nigga on the corner with a half grin I never let these niggas use my ears for no trash cans Been selling dope for too long, its time to cash in King James, before this rap shit I had street fame And the keys to the city on my key chain Tell em if they want it, they can come get that I swear I love my city, I just want a little See me, they salute me, they aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody Whoever said Vishis phony, get to know me Our hollowsll make a rapper drop the mic, no diss to Joey Guns of all sizes, I fire and get smokey Riding with the biggest ratchet on the car dash, I call it Khloe You think you hard? I think you doughey His gutsll fall out looking like someone stuck a knife in a stoagie Homie, you owe me your life Im Columbine balling, throwing a stripe Wiping you out and bounce like a thief in the night I now control machinery, its like real steel Gun ductaped to the tires, that mean I will kill They say Im fooling to em They asked me for a hot sixteen So I lit my notebook on fire and threw it to em Heres a DeJ Loaf punchline I kill your whole family and leave a red trail, thats your bloodline Try me, I bust nines Stick a clock in his mouth and make him chew Yeah, nigga, its crunch time We got them choppers, how a nigga with a knife gon win? Yall just shooting the breeze, they done let a cyclone in This what happen when little mama boys trapped grown men Lyrically ahead of my time like the iPhone 10 And why Detroit always get a bad name? My City ready to blow like we hit a gas main These niggas thinking they dope, but their shit a tad lame Man, their pen and pad game more like Trinidad James Fuck you and whoever you run with Im on that BS, Im still in the middle with dumb shit Im a beast, everything you hear me spit real tight Your flow wack, its out of Egypt, nigga, its real light Imma keep it real, niggas cant fuck with me Its like I contracted Ebola, they aint touching me Detroit VS Everybody, niggas know we started that Now every city all across the world want a part of this Tell em if they want it, they can come get that I swear I love my city, I just want a little See me, they salute me, they aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody Street niggas smarter than Kwame, bustin hardbody Panamera fold up Porsche, let the car box me I know niggas aint sold shit, they did armed robberies Rugrats buying out bottles and playing with old Tommys East side, come to the zone, thats where the lions play Young niggas stepping on blow, thats where the tigers stay In my hood the first of the month, that shit a holiday These cemeteries meet their capacity every fathers day Hit a lick, keep all the work, get the stolie back Tell a jeweler dont say shit, just get the Rollie checked If them niggas bump one lip then get your homies wacked I swear that you knew my boss, bitch, Im Tony Jack Real shooters run in the trap with them choppers out Heard them niggas bumping their gums, see what they talkin bout In a spot with so much syrup, this bitch a waffle house Hit the pharma with so many scripts, could buy the doctors out Im Detroit Che Im as sick as some syphilis, sicker than Detroit hate If you come knocking then its trick or treat I call up Tricky, load that shit then let that trigger squeeze That shit aint sweet, Im from the murder mitten Never thought my friend wouldve been a murder victim Im in that van, I want revenge, Im on some Kendrick shit Im pissed off like a mistle, his dicks soft, hes ticked off, he cant get shit hard If you diss my city I will set it off with a motherfucking semi thats bigger than Big Sean Our city is Marshall Mathers on Adderall You better pray we not mad at all when them gats involved With swisher cap, were flicking your fucking city off Ill bust your fucking noggin, you disrespecting my city, dawg Im queen Che been on the throne for a minute Before the cypher Ive been slicing dice, these hoes will admit it Bitch, Im Slim Shady, we louder than M80s No, Im just playing, hope he hears it, Im just saying Im a renegade, pussy sweeter than lemonade Youll never penetrate DeJ, tell these bitches to try me, Imma demonstrate Vez, tell them that I got options, Im a real estate On them properties like monopoly Detroit VS Everybody, I make a verse versus everybody Fuck your city, no fly zone, nigga, its Detroit Che versus everybody Detroit vs everybody, its Detroit vs everybody Fuck your city, no fly zone, nigga, its my city versus everybody (I just have to talk shit for a minute, man I have to get in my zone, man, huh Its the going, going, back, back to Cali, Cali, to Cali Cali) Cali Cali, thats where I get them cheaper at Your number like my number, I need a number I can reach you at Want my price, then you get a price, I want at least a stack You pay my flight, then you pay your flight, Ill meet you back Middle man in my own plug, I can teach you that Detroit vs everybody, who could compete with that? You thinking everybody zips slow cause they got a plug? My nigga, everybody zips slow cause Im showing love So whenever you make a flip again just know Im showing love If cash die, Im on the strip again, just know Im throwing dubs Big roochies on the Michelins, rolling A1 dubs Mind on my money, fuck a nigga tryna hold a grudge Them crabs in the bucket used to slow me up And now Im sitting at the top and its lonely as fuck Got 20 thousand for my red bottoms Cause I was standing in this blood after I headshot em, nigga Its me, bitch Mafia captain, OG, bitch 20 years, been Detroit vs whoever, nigga The right hand to the hand that be gettin niggas Goon squad mafia, mobbin For this dirty mothafucka, where its my home And I love this mothafucka So I stood on the front line, ready for one time Duck some shots, and buck bled for my line All for the love of the palm of the dirty glove Every hood, every block, nigga one love 7 mile is the hood where I came up Pray the game keep it and get your weight up Bitch you better say us when youre talkin bout next Detroit niggas stood up when put to the test Like what? Nigga, who? What the fuck Anybody wanna do? We aint hear shit One army, one city, one sound Its Detroit, gon shut shit down Its time to return the king his crown Fuck who got next, nigga we got now22Embed

Busa Rhyme Lyrics Uh, Slim Shady Uh, Slim Shady Uh Slim Shady Ooh , yeah Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Then pop the same shit that got 2Pac killed Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode Punch a bitch in the nose til her whole face explodes Theres three things I hate: girls, women, and bitches Im that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches Hit a fucking bitch in her with luggage Its like a dream I cant snap out, I black out, or back out Lookin for somebody ug to beat the crap out Im bringing you rap singers two middle fingers I flip you off in French, then translate it to English Then Ima vanish off the face of the planet and come back Speaking so much Spanish, Pun cant even understand it Wont you busa rhyme for me, boy? Wont you busa rhyme for me, boy? Wont you busa rhyme for me, boy? Wont you busa rhyme for me, boy? I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically Im not a commodity, Im an oddity Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following Its so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me Id probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology College girls, live in an alcoholics world Full of url, head twirls every time the toilet swirls Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up I wont budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up I made this rap game suspenseful Cause now I got an impulse game to insult you wit a pencil They waste the paper on you, chopping down the oakwood Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nothin Wont you busa rhyme for me, boy? Wont you busa rhyme for me, boy? Wont you busa rhyme for me, boy? Wont you busa rhyme for me, boy? Turn the music up, we gon wake the neighbors We gon get high, we gon roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily What you want, what you got Is it hot, is it hot? Turn the music up, we gon wake the neighbors We gon get high, we gon roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want, what you want? Uh yo... A person from another planet might disagree with you. Well, if you want my opinion, he comes from right here on Earth. Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Im homicidal and suicidal with no friends Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin TECs at you until you see your fucking legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you Fucking mad dog, foaming at the mouth Fuck mouth, my whole house is foaming at the couch Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building And shot every window out on the way down to the ground Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed Chopped em in half, suffocated the oxygen mask Shit, if I get any higher Imma get the East and West beefing again Fly back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire Yall better call the police fore I kill this track Dont shoot Missy! Get back Uh, Imma put you all in the line uh, and Imma watch you MCs die Yo Mommy, Mommy, Missy done lost her mind I think somebody done pissed her off this time Yeah, Imma have to bus you through your chest and Uh, you gon have to clean up the mess Its raining, raining and its pouring loud Never fear, cause pissy Missys through the crowd Uh, I hear that the gats go cha-pow You shot me dammit! Bitch get down Dont walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile Imma lay em on down, like they lived underground For the sounds that me and Timbaland, we found Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero9Embed

Get My Gun Lyrics Gun being cocked Im gonna get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? Em, Em, what the fuck you doing, man I got something for his ass Calm down! No, YOU calm down! Man, whats your problem Fuck that, the motherfucker wants to pop shit to me!? Man, he wasnt popping shit You heard him, he was popping that shit! What shit? That shit, you heard him! He asked for your autograph! Im mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get My shit be shooting through bricks I mix anything together, I done guillotine a nigga Keep a heater that pop clips with seventeen or better Ill be severing heads, Im in everyones nightmare A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds Send the niggas thatll fuck with you Stab and brass knuckle you Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with youre motherfucking tough talk, youre soft Get youre balls blew off, from a sawed-off, Im raw dog Crazier then all yall, wet you like the navy when Im angry Youll never catch me hanging in a Narcs car All I have is thought of, breathing evil Desert Eagles will eat through people When I see you Imma heat your beef slow Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and This motherfuckers popping that shit Nah, fuck that, Ill be right back Nah, motherfucker, fuck you You aint disrespecting me like that Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch, how you like that Bet you aint know that Im strapped Nice one, bitch, this is my gat I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble I send they body flipping around like a stunt double Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, bucking Ill squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, ducking Squatting under trucks and screaming that niggas bluffing I cuff my nuts while cussing dont trust him I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico My nigga Big I and Mal letting the heat blow Heat seek hoes got A&E closed Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaqs free-throws You gotta get a little closer if you wanna try Pistol whip a soldier, with a missile on his shoulders We can fold or blow your brick house into some tiny boulders A grimy, older cat will leave you with a tiny odor Im doggish, you feeling froggish, then leap bitch My car is right across the street bitch and My whole outfit count clips, get your house lit the fuck up Your spouse shit, and your mouse clip Better bounce, bitch, countless, slugs Imma send Watch you holler when the hollow tips go through your skin Im in love with the sin, tell Bugz Imma see him When I cock back, right, I’ll put your blood on your friends Make a rug outta him, bust a slug on his chin Aint going nowhere like the drugs outta Kim Im a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb Get a eye full of lead when I slight your lights out With a street cleaner, wipe your life out Bullets gnaw at your ears, like a Tyson fight bout Fuck the night clout, guns, clips... Fuck that, run bitch! Hit the streets talks, chumps dont know me Aint no prob to leave your whole bod holey This motherfuckers popping that shit... Dumbass motherfuckers always gotta come to me with some dumb shit Fucking I done told this motherfucker Wassup, bitch?! Autograph this! Oh shit... Im trying to pull the trigger but its stuck, fuck My shit is all jammed up, ugh Come on, you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing Motherfuckin piece of shit shoot, ah Yeah! What up, bitch!? Say that shit again Shot, the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it Ricocheted back in his shin Went through his bitch on a way back, hit his friend Payback homie, dont play that shit is spin To be on I told you to leave this shit alone Or... And its a shame, Im too drunk to even aim Denaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg Its like Bang, bang, bang, nigga, pow, pow, pow Everybody busting rounds like they Ra, Ra, Ra But when you see me in the street I be like, whats up, now Their bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down Fuck that! I got a bone to pick You said it then we should address like some grown man shouldnt we Then me and you could talk about our problems couldnt we Just shoot a fair one and handle this situation seriously I guess not, you want to resort to the heater So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina Step in between us and get shot But get separated with the squeaza You aint ready for war, Runyon aint nothing to play with This motherfuckers popping that shit Nah, fuck that, Ill be right back Nah, motherfucker, fuck you You aint disrespecting me like that Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch, how you like that Bet you aint know that Im strapped Nice one, bitch, this is my gat Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti Its been one hour, bitch, my photos aint ready Pictures of my dog and my family reunion Its been two hours and my fucking days ruined Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38 Thats why I dont be fucking battle rapping Cause every time I lose, this what the fuck happens Gunshots Back to the pictures I was trying to get developed This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldnt let him Im ready to blow this bitchs brains out Im nervous, I farted, some shit came out Times up, shot her with a gun Got on my cellphone and called Reverend Run And all this crazy shit, I regret it All because I wanted to see Elton John naked4Embed

Slim Shady Lyrics Eminem No Eminem! No Hahaha, wake the fuck up, motherfucker What do you want from me? Hahahaha, remember me? I killed you! You thought I was dead, didnt you? What do you want from me?! Ha, Im alive Oh, God Haha, get up No Get up and look in the mirror I dont want to! Look in the mirror, its just a reflection Leave me alone! Haha, look in the mirror! Leave me alone! Youre nothing! Youre nothing without me! Leave me alone! Look in the motherfucking mirror! Hahaha Leave me the fuck alone! 8Embed

Snitch Lyrics Konvict Konvict Muzik Still here, haters Akon and Obie Trice, yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? Take em all back to the streets I keep the .40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, Im gon lace you Just dont, whatever you do, snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I dont face you, yeah Its risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga Its history, snitch, who decided hes a member? Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the bul Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman drawers Only phoniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with Ks, now we see through him like X-Rays Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, its war Knowin not to cross those reservoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable? When we invest in team, its to the death for sho No X and Os TECs, Calicos aimed at your chest, nigga I keep the .40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, Im gon lace you Just dont, whatever you do, snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I dont face you, yeah We started out as a crew, when one speak its all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihanas Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us Knowin Heaven has shown us bein devils minors But that aint got shit to do with the tea in China We gon keep the grind up til death come find us Meantime leanin in them European whips reclined up Its eye for an eye for the riders We aint tryin to get locked up, we sole survivors Po-pos is cowards, its no you, its ours We vowed this, mixin yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower? Once the captain showed he sold to Old McDonald So its no X and Os TECs, Calicos aimed at your chest, nigga I keep the .40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, Im gon lace you Just dont, whatever you do, snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I dont face you, yeah Nowadays, Sammy The Bulls got the game fooled So he move to a rural area to keep cool They snitchin on a snitch now, its nothin to tell Nowadays your circle should be small as hell Aint tryin to meet new faces, this dont interest me Even if we bubble slow well get it eventually No penitentiary, therell be no clemency You will meet the Lord, snitch, in givin us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need D-Con Thats how they react now, weak when the heats on em Stop snitchin, you asked for the life youre livin This act is not permitted nowhere on the map It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison If you been in it along with em, then snitch and become hidden So its no X and Os TECs, Calicos aimed at your chest, nigga I keep the .40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, Im gon lace you Just dont, whatever you do, snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I dont face you, yeah You rat bastard!6Embed

Never 2 Far Lyrics Denaun, what up, man? What up, dawg? You all right? Chillin, cold as hell Yes, it is. Hey, bus didnt come here, didnt he? No. Hey look, you got 15 cent? Nah, I got just enough to get on the bus, Im broke We gotta go to the store. Alright, man? Quick, ‘cause Im short Yeah, we gonna have enough time to go to the store? Nah, look You should just, how much you got there? I only got 75, Im sure I got a dollar, know what I mean? Just throw it in there, they aint gonna know. You know what? Ayy look, Im sick of takin this damn bus everywhere, man You gotta make some moves or somethin I know, look, Im tryna get rich I got a baby on the way, I aint even got a car. You know what Im sayin? I still stay with my moms, 21 and still with my moms Yeah, look, hey, we gotta make some hit records or somethin, you know what Im sayin? Cause Im tired of bein broke Cause all I do is yearn a life without a concern And dream of havin a turn to earn money to burn Mappin out my strategies to get rich, huh My desires like a scratch that needs to get itched, huh Cause, man, I live in the D, this shit aint given for free Nothin is different to me, so what else is there to see? Ill be the prisoner to flee from all of this misery Im not wishin to be another fish in the sea But just an MC, so listen to me for this and agree Youre missin the key, you aint even in the vicinity Unconditionally, my aspects to cash checks My objects were never to swab decks Its up to you, the decision is yours If what you vision is tours, or a missionless course When your shit is in the stores, cause you can be a star No matter wherever you are Youre never too far from revenue par Cause you can be king You can rule the world, you can do anything Its on you, baby, cause you can be a star No matter wherever you are Youre never too far from revenue par Cause you can be king You can rule the world, you can do anything Its on you, baby, cause you can be a star No matter wherever you are Youre never too far from revenue, huh? You know what Im sayin? See what Im talkin about, man? ‘Cause thats it Yeah A million dollars aint even that far away, man Yo, we got to get the money, man! I cant be broke for the rest of my life, man! Yeah, I hear what youre sayin. Look, theres got to be somethin better, you know what Im sayin? I cant live like this for the rest of my life, man. Bummin rides everywhere I go Yeah, whats up with Lexuss and Land Cruisers? Yo, Im not about to chance it and dismiss handlin business Im cancelin Christmas to gamble and risk this Financial interest is the matter at hand I got an adequate plan for stab at a grand I grab what I can and do what I must Pursue what I lust, its true that I just Choose the few that I trust Thems the people that I still got Fuck with gangsta Philpot, get your grill shot The 5 Ela for life: my man Thyme Proof, Kyu and Denaun, we move through in the nine My crews true and divine, we never fronted We just wanted to be funded, and live to be a hundred Instead of hunted or bein wanted like fugitives Its all about a man plannin what his future is What he can do for his: to be a star No matter wherever you are Youre never too far from revenue par Cause you can be king You can rule the world, you can do anything Its on you, baby, cause you can be a star No matter wherever you are Youre never too far from revenue par Cause you can be king You can rule the world, you can do anything Its on you, baby, cause you can be a star No matter wherever you are Youre never too far from revenue, huh? Thats what Im talkin about. Im not tryna be the player, Im tryna be the mayor. I want to be president Yo, forget that president, man. Im tryna be king, makin dead presidents. You know what Im sayin? Gettin money any time I want, ownin my own businesses and all that. You know what Im sayin? Yeah, Im tryna be a millionaire, man Hahaha, but dont all, you know? You only live once, 96, baby11Embed

Paul Rosenberg Lyrics Em, its Paul, listen. Joel just called me and he told me youre in the fucking back behind his studio, shooting your gun off in the air like its a shooting range. I told you not to fucking bring your gun around like an idiot, outside of your home, youre gonna get yourself in trouble. Dont bring your gun outside of your home, you cant carry it on you. Leave your fuckin gun at home!6Embed

My Name Is Lyrics Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, kids! Do you like violence? Wanna see me stick nine inch nails through each one of my eyelids? Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? Try cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? My brains dead weight, Im trying to get my head straight But I cant figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate And Dr. Dre said Slim Shady, you a basehead! Uh-uhhh! So whys your face red? Man, you wasted! Well, since age twelve I felt like Im someone else ‘Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lees tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C`mere, slut! Shady, wait a minute, thats my girl, dawg! I dont give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to have sex in junior high The only problem was, my English teacher was a guy I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler Stapled his nuts to a stack of paper Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, killin pedestrians, rapin lesbians While theyre screaming, Lets just be friends! 99 percent of my life I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do I told her Id grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her You know you blew up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screaming Usher fans This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph So I signed it: Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole! Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! Dr. Dre, dont just stand there, operate! Im not ready to leave, its too scary to die Ill have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive Am I coming or going? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? All my life I was very deprived I aint had a woman in years, my palms are too hairy to hide Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, Ill fuck anything that walks When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You aint got no tits! I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head Im steaming mad, and by the way, when you see my dad Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady3Embed

Dear Slim Lyrics Dear Slim, I thought you mightve heard of me maybe Cause lately, everywhere I turn, someones comparing us, crazy I never wouldve thought when I was bumpin Biggie and Pac That I would buy bleach in a box and become the product of Shady But Im here now; hi, my name is Tom MacDonald People call me controversial, Im the one that counterculture follows Every song I drops a problem, I offend an awful lot with topics Commenting on race and politics, Im pretty awesome Dear Slim, I know were very different politically Seems like some of your biggest fans are the victims Im triggering Theyre convinced I dont like you which aint consistent with history I was picked on as a kid, and they dont know what Slim did for me But Im here now, and I fight this system just like you Was addicted to pills and liquor and quit em just like you People claim that you hate me, but Marshall, that cant be right, dude Youd have to hate yourself as well cause, Marshall, Im you Marshall, remember back when You became Eminem You changed the world with a pen Well, now Im just like you I dont give a what saying what I want with my fingers up Everybody triggered and they think I suck But I dont give a what I dont give a what Dear Slim, I thought that maybe cause you paved the way for me You might relate to weight that Caucasian rappers are carrying Theyre constantly comparing us to you, its embarrassing Never gaining their approval, its just hate were inheriting But Im here now, go ahead and hate it, dont hurt Call me culture vulture garbage, those are ignorant words I kill a vulture, cook the poultry in a pan till its burned See, Marshall? Im just like you, Im flippin the bird Dear Slim, I just wanna give you your flowers I spent hours memorizing all of your songs in 2000 You were the reason I screamed at all of my teachers a teen I needed your CD on repeat and Shadys face on a T-shirt But Im here now, they call me controversial just like you Were both white, both rap, both of our eyes blue Screw any guy who tries to say you changed and dont like you Cause in my mind its still 99 and Im you Marshall, remember back when You became Eminem You changed the world with a pen Well, now Im just like you I dont give a what saying what I want with my fingers up Everybody triggered and they think I suck But I dont give a what I dont give a what Whether you love me or hate me, you think Im crazy Dropped a 100 grand to get a beat from Shady I really hope when I bought it, he wasnt angry But I really had to tell him that hed changed me The truth of the matter is without you, Marshall Mathers I wouldve committed suicide before I was a rapper You showed me that I could do it, I didnt need to be blacker I know its stupid, but I just had to do my best to say thank you Marshall, remember back when You became Eminem You changed the world with a pen Well, now Im just like you I dont give a what saying what I want with my fingers up Everybody triggered and they think I suck But I dont give a what I dont give a what Marshall, remember back when You became Eminem You changed the world with a pen Well, now Im just like you I dont give a what saying what I want with my fingers up Everybody triggered and they think I suck But I dont give a what I dont give a what 14Embed

It’s Been Real Lyrics Thanks, its been real, I love you but I just cant deal With the stress this game is giving me But before I go, you know I cant close the show Without no closure, so before I leave Yeah, I just want to take the time out to basically say Rest In Peace to Deshaun Holton, thats my heart man Dr. Dre, for giving me the opportunity Just to even listen to me; to get me to this point I wanna thank Jimmy Iovine, Interscope, Aftermath Everybody in the whole Shady staff Everybody who’s basically supported me from day one Paul Rosenberg, Tracy McNew You know I love you guy, I couldnt do it all without you D12, Ca$his Youre gonna be a beast when you get out there man Trust me homie, my ears dont lie to me Who else am I forgetting? Oh yeah, Obie Trice Bobby Creekwater, and basically, man, the whole city of Detroit 8 Mile Road for makin what I am today Which basically goes back to Proof and D12 I love you guys, man Runyon Ave for holdin me down when shit got thick Oh, it wouldnt be complete, If I didnt thank my mom, bitch Haha, so— Thanks, its been real, I love you but I just cant deal With the stress this game is giving me But before I go, you know I cant close the show Without no closure, so before I leave12Embed

3hree6ix5ive Lyrics Yo, Im tryna be the Man of the day, three-six-five a year See, the bullshit you sayin, Skam aint tryna hear Bustin lyrics in the air, keepin some up in the chamber Man, Im releasin anger! Im tryna be the illest of the day, three-six-five a year So that bullshit you sayin, Shady aint tryna hear Spittin lyrics in your ear, keepin some up in the chamber Ayo Shady, what the fuck you doin? You know what theyre saying about you, dont you? Youve got funny in the head! A real bloody weirdo! Man Im tired of bein tired, every time I wake up Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein late for the bus Tired of all be blendin, and endin up datin sluts So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up! To the pretty ass rappers, that aint shit without make-up Wake up gold-diggin bitches, the buck stops here The road to riches is closed for repairs If the shoe aint fittin, girl, leave that shit alone You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like, Tyrone? I rip a tissue out your ear, spittin like I dont care My hair look like I aint comb this shit in damn near a year Side burn zig-zag, I leave the next man with his heels up Brain dead to be reincarnated at a speed bump When we done we skate hard, so you dont land shit Suck Skams dick, gargle with a dead mans spit Yo, thats it, I dont plan shit, you know how it go down They need to slow down, and take a look who the ho now At every industry party, gettin so damn drunk Cant remember the last ass you kissed, or dick you sucked Remind me of my ex, industry got me vexed Try roll up on Miami, leave with a broke neck Oh shit, lethal lyric equal landmine I be stackin up White rappers like Im throwin gang signs And Im buck wild, exposin the plain truth You couldnt mess with me, fuckin shit up in the same room Hey you, I dont know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar For this bad karma that go along with the breath Some sort of mad bomber, and steal the show like a theft Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the chamber Man Yo, Im tryna be the Man of the day, three-six-five a year See, the bullshit you sayin, Skam aint tryna hear Bustin lyrics in the air, keepin some up in the chamber Man, Im releasin anger! Im tryna be the illest of the day, three-six-five a year So that bullshit you sayin, Shady aint tryna hear Spittin lyrics in your ear, keepin some up in the chamber Ayo Slim, what the fuck you doin? Ive been trying to figure something in my head, and maybe you can help me out, yeah? When a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that youre insane? Maybe youre just sitting around, reading Guns & Ammo, masturbating in your own feces, do you just stop and go, Wow! It is amazing how fucking crazy I really am!? Some people say Im strange, I tell em aint shit changed Im still the same lame asshole with a different name Who came late to the last show with a different dame Brain ate from the last O that I sniffed of caine You know youre spaced the fuck out like George Lucas When your puke is turnin to yellowish-orange mucus So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers Im not a rapper, Im a demon who speaks English A freak genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish Burn you alive til you screamin to be extinguished (Ah, put me out Put me out!) Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers Tell me to stop the violence, start a fire and block the hydrants Im just a mean person, you never seen worse than So when Slim gets this M-16 burstin You gettin spun backwards like every word of obscene cursin On the B-side of my first single with the clean version Stoppin your short life when you still a teen virgin Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon In the best hospital possible for emergency surgery To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum internally Ill take it back before we knew each others name Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers frame Ill take it further back than that, back to lovers lane To the night you was thought up and cock-block your fathers game Ill plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle And when Im down with ten seconds left in the whole bout Ima throw a head-butt so hard, I knock us both out Yo, Im tryna be the Man of the day, three-six-five a year See, the bullshit you sayin, Skam aint tryna hear Bustin lyrics in the air, keepin some up in the chamber Man, Im releasin anger! Im tryna be the illest of the day, three-six-five a year So that bullshit you sayin, Shady aint tryna hear Spittin lyrics in your ear, keepin some up in the chamber Ayo Eminem, what the fuck you doin? 10Embed

8 Mile Background Music LyricsShook Ones, Pt IITimes UpInsane In the Brain8 MileSweet Home AlabamaJuicyGotta Get MineGang StoriesThis is How we Do ItFeel Me FlowPlayers BallGet MoneyIll Be There for YouShimmy Shimmy YaBring the PainLose Yourself C.R.E.A.M.Next Level TemptationsPlayers AnthemLose Yourself4Embed

Nuttin’ to Do Lyrics What? Uh The Bad! Yeah The Evil! The Bad, the Evil! Put em together... Yo, if it wasnt for your whip, Id have nothing to strip If it wasnt for a wrist, Id have nothing to slit If it wasnt for the shrooms, Id have nothing to chew Im just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do I came in the diner with skateboarders and placed orders Ate hors dœuvres and hit the waiter with plate warmers Let you inhale the Glock smell while Im ripping your wallet off And slipping a Molotov in your cocktail Burning your contracts, punch your A&R in the face Smash his glasses and turn em to contacts Im on some Suge shit; if its missing, I took it Nurse, look at this straitjacket; its crooked I go to jail and murder you from a cell Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head When the rest of his bodys still alive running? Coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by So when you see the black 500, hide from it For every hundred emcees rhyming about birds Only about two thirds, I really said it without words Yo, you aint a thug, I can make you bitch up Pick the fifth up, cock, spit You would swear its raining slugs Im the hottest shit in the industry I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me, defending me You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half You know how a thug in this shitll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up You get hit, ten down and ten up I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up Now we rivals cause of a small name or title You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and Bible Yo, if it wasnt for your whip, Id have nothing to strip If it wasnt for a wrist, Id have nothing to slit If it wasnt for the shrooms, Id have nothing to chew Im just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do Yo, if it wasnt for your whip, Id have nothing to strip If it wasnt for a wrist, Id have nothing to slit If it wasnt for the shrooms, Id have nothing to chew Im just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated It takes six minutes to get applause And by the time you all catch on, Imma end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothing to fall back on Ill throw you off of ten floors Pull a fucking headache out of my head, and put it in yours Im indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores To go outdoors and do some in-stores This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, It oughta happen— You swallow cum, bitch? No, but I brought a napkin Getting skully while Im autographing Got my daughter laughing cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting Im not a fact, Im a proven fear Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screaming You aint moving here Lorena Bobbitt—cmere, want a souvenir? Ive been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer Juvenile? Same difference, I need some caine Cause I aint sniffed since I woke up to seven slain infants Brain implants and they say theres a slim chance I wont stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz Walking in swamp water with an M-16 Out for the blood, shove a gun in the mouth of a thug To break braces , you say grace and make faces Ill display hate and break you in eight places Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff Precise aim, ice in my vein, blowing your hand off Dancing with the Devil leading I wont die, Im never leaving I pledge allegiance to forever breathing Street niggas with nuts, what? My meats bigger Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers With a death wish, thinking Im the nigga to mess with Let the Tec lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil A follower never had heart, he just loyal Thugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to em Be careful—you might get what you ask for Yo, if it wasnt for your whip, Id have nothing to strip If it wasnt for a wrist, Id have nothing to slit If it wasnt for the shrooms, Id have nothing to chew Im just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do Yo, if it wasnt for your whip, Id have nothing to strip If it wasnt for a wrist, Id have nothing to slit If it wasnt for the shrooms, Id have nothing to chew Im just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do8Embed

Bang Lyrics Yeah , uh Machine Its not a game, nigga Its not a fuckin game, nigga Look, look Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick Say what I wanna say and I dont give a fuck, Im rich Tuck my fifth, dont hesitate to bust my shit I tell you niggas like Kyrie, Suck my dick I dont trust a soul, I dont even trust my bitch Before I fall in love, Id rather cut my wrist I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, thats how much I sip Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things Uh, Im with the jackboys, Im with the robbin team On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans Everything I jot is mean, how you gon stop Machine? My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang The shellsll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmanns when I swirled the caine Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game Bricks are off-white, I imported some Whippin all night until the mornin come Still pitchin long nights until my fortune come Thats big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh! Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga Until I pull up, let it bang Until I pull up, let it– Ayo, SE Gang, who fuckin with that Growin up, everybody mama loves you on crack We got bodies The masters of Pinoy My nigga did five, he came home with a kiloid Yeah, I was listenin to Stan with coke flippin in the pan I brought enough quarters back to go scrimmage with the Rams When it comes to my plug , it wont fit in the sedan Comparin us, you cant do it, its like Timberlands to Vans Official only, you know that, pistol under the floor mat Been hated on more than Jesus, locked up more times than Kodak The pots handy, pitched for my family like Sandy Koufax Gave my connect a fresh hundred grand and he hand me dope back Blocks and jail walls to spots on the Billboard Posted up in them traps and they knocked until dawn The foreigns aint cheap and these watches still cost Glocks so big, one shot knock your wheels off Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga Until I pull up, let it bang Until I pull up, let it– I used to be a man of the people Hit the clubs and mingle Used to dream one day Id be fuckin pink like a flamingo That was back when I smoked Canibus Man, but it was tough, cause I was a fan of his So it sucked to hand him his ass, but Yeah, lookin back on my feuds How me and Ja Rule almost got cool Cause we shot pool back in 01 Was it 02? I dont know, but Something told me fuckin not to Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night And every career I mightve killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice? Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin craps at gangsters paradise Huh, here a mic, there a mic Everywhere a mic, share and share alike But just dont compare alike Instead of comparin me, pick a fair fight Compare me to lightnin, that similaritys strikin Compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch Or all this fuckin Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly shit stops Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked, Im sending a shot Dont come around with them floss raps tryna stunt Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped One by one, compare em to scabs, Im picking them off Theyre going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah Im hickity-hitting it raw, ha In the trailer park Told her Id play the part like Kanan Starks Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit Get the strap like a trainin bra Lunchtime like at eight-oclock But Shadys not for the faint of heart Goin at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt Yall want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans Yall lookin at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like 5Embed

Rhyme Time With Eminem LyricsI put my orange 4 Inch Door hinge in storage And ate porridge With GeorgeEmbed

Greg Lyrics Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40 Mix it with Alka Seltzer and formula 44-D Fuck an acid tab, I strapped the whole sheet to my forehead Waited til it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion Im blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leavin you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers, we blowin up your house Killin your parents, and comin back to get your foster mommas And Im as good at keepin a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint makin no more threats Im doin drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets Im more or less sick in the head, maybe more Cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Comin together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure!8Embed

Bitch Lyrics I always got something for the bitches These bitches always be all, giggling and shit But they get mad when their favorite song dont come on in the club Catch an attitude and shit So we got one for them, it goes like this We wrote a song for the hoes You like to hear it, here it goes A little something you probably wont hear on your radios So when it comes on in the club its one that everyone knows And if Im talking too fast it just means youre listening too slow And if you listen a little faster maybe youll catch up, bitch Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, bitch Blibiri babiler blabber, it dont matter, Im just blabbering Like you understand what Im saying anyway Im just traveling in one ear and Im out the other Youre so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat b-b-beat I could be saying anything, just get your ass on the floor Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before Baby and shake that ass like a whore Yeah, Im talking to you, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass, bitch Yeah thats it, bitch Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch What you going to do about it, bitch? Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass bitch You little trash, bitch Yeah, thats it Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch Not trailer trash, switch Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch Tell me that it aint no hanging and fuck calling home Until you look at me, before you answer the phone When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free As you wanna-be freak, but Im taking the key with me You aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask Disrespect my wishes Ill beat your ass Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag Im the type that might cut off the lights when I hit And before she cut them on, Kuniva already Your ass aint even riding with Swift unless youre hoeing When Im done, Ill throw you out and ask you where you going Ho aint the only thing you call a girl: Slut, Tramp Oh, how you doing, Sheryl? Ever since I was eight I been starting to hate I said fuck the hoes and started eating cheesecake Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes Damn that sounds great, hold on wait... Bizzy! Okay back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that Give me stitches, a fucking half-Indian chick, sucked my dick This time tomorrow, I wont remember shit Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators And they aint Now and Laters, bitch Yeah, Im talking to you, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass, bitch Yeah thats it, bitch Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch What you going to do about it, bitch? Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass bitch You little trash, bitch Yeah, thats it Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch Not trailer trash, switch Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch Hey baby, whats up with you? Hey... Ayo, your man here with you? Nope Nah, you single, I can tell You came with them hoes, didnt you? Huh? No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, its the liquor Hahahaha Ayo, lets get this party cracking these bitches aint got niggas Bitches? Now you know he didnt mean that... Come on, you seen that... She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex What did he say? Nothing! He said you seem stressed Naw, you gots big breasts Huh? And you wearing your nice dress Cause I was finna say... Oh, you wasnt finna say shit! Excuse me?! He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift Oh... Dumb hoe! Nigga? Noo... Gumbo! He wanna cook it for you tonight Bitch, what up though Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up Man, fuck both yall niggas See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick Oh, somebodys jacking off tonight I call you a Bitch so dont trip, I say the same to my mama I got Christina, Britney with me, shit, we bangin Madonna Watch you strip, you want a tip, bitch? Got change for a dollar? Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom Quit countin them bottles and just swallow, breathe Swallow, breathe, now swallow these seeds I know you mocha lotti Mommies wont get down on your knees You want some money, honey, damn, you must be outta your weave Hit the telly, fuck her belly, you aint gotta go eat Plus you wanna be a model, you need a lot of more sleep Im a pimp, bitch, dont be shy, show me them big tits Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick For instance, bustin nuts is only my interest So princess, dont get your feeling hurt, cause men just Party and bullshit til she gargle and swallow my dick Im takin the train to Spain, dont bother callin me, bitch Yeah, Im talking to you, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass, bitch Yeah thats it, bitch Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch What you going to do about it, bitch? Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass bitch You little trash, bitch Yeah, thats it Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch Not trailer trash, switch Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch Hahah! Yeah you heard me bitch, did I stu-stu-stutter stupid? You aint listenin to the words of this song anyway All you do is listen to the beats with your dumb ass, bitch! Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club, haha, with your stupid manipular self We was talking bout you DODO You, you dumb bitch! YOU! Haha The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it Spend all your money you make all week on that dress And I spill a drink on it, acting like Im drunk when Im not Im just tryna fuck! Haha! Im just tryna fuck, bitch! Hahah! Wooo! D-Twizzy, yeah! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!10Embed

Steve Berman Lyrics This motherfucker, man... Its ridiculous, I cant believe it!—Oh, hold on a minute. Em... What up? Have a seat. Dre, Ill call you back. What now? I dont even know where to start... Okay...? I got the album from upstairs... And... And this, is by far, the most... ...incredible thing... Ive ever... heard...5Embed

6 in the Morning Lyrics Good morning! Ha-ha! Wake your motherfucking asses up! Are yall with us or what? Well, come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my group, BITCH! For whatever its worth its worth me havin my ass whipped Cause Ima have the last lips to ever kiss ass with I just cant get past these little piss ants That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad And they so mad, they cant stand it Cause we can and they cant spit And they cant handle it like a man And thats when it just happens And I snap, and its a wrap, and its scrap, and then it isnt rap, is it? Hip-Hop isnt a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that shit Maybe Im old-fashioned, but my passion is to smash anyone rappin without havin to slap him Believe me, Id much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when Im pissed now But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic Cause Im tellin you right now, youre not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then Im pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pit bull, you get bit, B These words stick to you like Krazy Glue when you diss me Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50 Im the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when Im gone Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof, are you with me? Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning Cause we aint leaving til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you dont know the words, and you cant sing along, then Fake like you know em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning! They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter In a party with heat, its hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs, Im walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly poppin slugs, they hot, son, better not run The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever aint conscious In a house full of dog shit Im a gothic death project, you stop breathin You die quicker than Mach speed without bleedin It aint about what you readin When you meet me, better speak like a seasons greetings Either that or well be beefin frequent You niggas need an E just to speak shit Your leaders a petite bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it, and we wont even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient When Glocks wave, you can save that conversation for satan You brave? Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning Cause we aint leaving til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you dont know the words, and you cant sing along, then Fake like you know em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning! I heard you niggas dont like us, but so what? This beef is like, What the fuck did he say in his rap, Em? I can see that hes just a punk I mean these niggas squeeze on me Please, Im seeing guts I dont need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my MPC and a mic They empty out on them bike to fight you In front of every reporter that I dont like No need for metaphors to get points across when I write This emotions enough to say: Fuck you, bitch, and I dont like you! What?! I might as well give this up, but thatd be selfish as fuck To leave D12 in this, but we cant self-destruct Ive never felt it this much, cmon, fellas, get up! We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, cmon! I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip Im awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick We cant take you seriously, you a comedy skit You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at Gs But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I cant believe You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you selling is woof tickets I look wicked cause niggasll test your nutsack So when they bust, you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach And when they want it Ill bring a hundred niggas from Runyon, so get to gunnin if you coming Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning Cause we aint leaving til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you dont know the words, and you cant sing along, then Fake like you know em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning!9Embed

That’s How... Lyrics Hahahahahaha Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Niggas Niggas , crackers Whities, jews This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up Niggas , crackers Whities, jews This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up Yo, if you a loudmouth, tryna wild out And we see just how you laying and we peeped yo style out When you chilling out in front of your truck and get stuck Thats how niggas get fucked up No love at home with your kinfolks And the world just keep fucking wit your mental And all these kids making fun of your trench coat Thats how students get shot up Hating on us but you come to our show I crowd surf and you let me go Whoop yo ass when I get off the flo Just so you know though, thats how haters get fucked up When the police pull you over and shit, then find ganja Now every month, they checking on yo piss They getting mad cause you aint come back since And now they sweating you Thats how P.O.s get fucked up When your mans hook you up with a bitch Over the phone and when you see her she ugly as shit Now at the end of date she want a kiss and some dick Thats how blind dates get fucked up Saying we not a real crew with a lot of skill And only one nigga in our crew make the dollar bills Yall fools just mad cause yall aint got a deal Local rappers talk too much We gon rob this bank but you roll wit punks Manager tripped the alarm and you all get stuck Cops got AKs, yall only got pumps, that shits just dumb Thats how Cool C got locked up When yo ass wanna walk in a club Instead of telling you to wait, the nigga wanna push and shove Then get trampled from the niggas you brung, so move over Thats how bouncers get fucked up Niggas , crackers Whities, jews This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up Niggas , crackers Whities and jews This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up When you get your guns out of the stash And gather all your homies up to go and shoot up a pad Soon as you finish, yall run out of gas, you better haul ass Thats how drivebys get fucked up Mixing weed with the brew, ecstasy and Kahlua Gasoline fumes, nitrous balloons Acid tablets and the magic mushrooms Thats how D12 get fucked up But my album aint dropped Bitch, get off his jock Got a backstage pass and I need to get off Wanna meet the, the Doc Thats how groupies get tossed up Drop out of school, take drugs and molest sluts Got your girlfriend suckin on my left nut Your parents dont like me, but guess what? Cause Bizarre dont give a fuck Chokin your wife all in front of your peeps She toss a brick through the window of your Jeep Get back together by the end of the week, thats so sweet Slim and Kim argue too much Invite a ho to your house while your bitch is out Now you got your dick all up in her fucking mouth Pull it out and then you bust off on her favorite blouse Thats how Clinton got caught up Steal cars, wreck bars Get fucked up beyond recognition Walk in titty clubs like we stars Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs And fuck bitches in thongs Thats how Runyan Ave. is cut When your life wasnt raised up right Then see your mother coming home with different niggas every night And then you run into the one you dont like, so get the fuck lost Thats how step-dads get fucked up Niggas , crackers Whities, jews This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up Niggas , crackers Whities, jews This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up Niggas , crackers Whities, jews This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up Niggas , crackers Whities, jews This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up9Embed

Maxine Lyrics Maxine! Hello Can I speak to Maxine? Yeah, this is me, whats up? What up? Who dis? Denaun Yeah, whats up? What are you doing? Nothing, just laying in bed Huh? Nothing, just laying in bed Why? I dont know, thinking about something freaky to do I know this crack fiend Maxine who needs a vaccine She tests positive but tells you that her acts clean Plus she got a sugar daddy Gassin every hooker that he takes in to crook her badly If you mistook her, sadly, on her reputation Youre in jeopardation, if you aint got no preparation When you stepped away, son, she got her face done Lookin provocative, shell let you knock it if You press the issue, and get undressed to kiss you If you match the price, otherwise she wont look at you twice But when you catch the lice, or get the urgency To go to the emergency cause it burns to pee Dont bring your germs to me, cause I aint tryna hear it While youre fightin your fuckin disease tryna clear it Sometimes I wonder, whats your purpose in life? That is to get with every brother And unveil one of his kids Shit, you livin trife Got three kids at home, and club-hoppin every night You say its gonna stop But it just… slows… down… And then speeds back to a regular pace There is no end to this Mystery, whatever your reason even is to be You say you wanna be with me, but how can you say that When you got niggas hidin in your closet? I refrain from gettin angry But you keep on actin strangely I met this girl last week She was a freak, and she liked me So I stepped on it and then asked my homies And chilled on the side and then watched they niggas Big game over there and take notes, while I get this number I stepped to her, first I cleared my throat And said: Hey, bitch, havent I seen you before? Looked at my nigga, turned around and got slapped Threw out my hands, and said: Oh, its like that? She said she just broke up with her nigga and shit She started cryin, and asked me to forgive her and shit She said her name was Maxine So I told her I wanted her number She asked could I give her mine too Got to the crib and called her up We got into a good conversation Thats when she asked me could I fuck I said: Maxine, check this out Give me your address, Ill be through, and youll find out Got to the crib, she let me in She didnt waste time, she grabbed my hand And proceeded to the bedroom I said, Hold up, and stop proceedin, you rushin things! What the fuck are you doin?! So I went for my protection Took off my clothes and started flexin As she went for my midsection I threw her down as I tore off her shirt Pulled out my jimmy and I thought about puttin in work Before I hit it she said: 3, dont get mad But theres somethin that I gotta tell your ass I said, What is it? Another nigga? Its okay She said: No, I forgot to tell you That I got AIDS, I got a problem. Hey, Maxine What? You thinkin about suckin my dick? Yeah, for a small price For a small price? What you mean? You know, money, nigga You dont need no damn money; I cant give you no money anyways, I heard you got some shit What you, what you hear I got? AIDS Who told you that bullshit? My nigga Kyu, he wouldnt lie Well, if thats the case, Kyu got it then Oh, for real, its like that? Well, I aint got shit, so he aint got shit And if he do, he aint get that shit from me I aint fuckin around with no third, nigga Fuck that, I aint fuckin with you No, see… You got that shit, I aint gotta fuck with you Hold on, why it aint even like that I want yall to get paid, fuckin5Embed

Tonya Lyrics Hey! Hey, stop, hey. Please stop, fuck, stop! Thank God you stopped Fuck, my fucking OnStar isnt working I left my fucking phone at home! God, Ive been standing out here for like, an hour Im soaking wet, freezing Thank you so much. Really, youre a life-saver, uh What are you doing? Fucking! Get away from me! What the fuck! Fucking asshole! Get away from me, you motherfucker! Get away! Get away, you fucking freak! Get away from me! Goddammit, fuck! Help me!14Embed

Topless Lyrics My motto is live by the bottle So why is my supply low, bring in a truckload with a high-low Stay grounded but I still reach for the sky though Ghetto idol I think, but what do I know Shit I know a lot more than I should The hood stood by me just like I thought it would Dont act like Im Hollywood when I probably could I dont polly, Mohammed Ali of rap, I dont lolly gag West Coast, the home of the body-bag The shotty, the Mag Los Angeles, where the party at You can catch me anywhere where theres Bacardi at Yeah, Andre is back so have a cardiac Started back with the black Raiders starter cap Gangsta rap, we practically fuckin started that Everyday with this game Im gettin smarter at Skys the limit so everytime I get on a track Guns blaze when I shine Nigga wish quick, no startin Im the shootin kind Front page all the time You boys think sick but I aint got no roof on mine I drink topless, I live topless Like my girl is the game with her titties out I drink topless, I live topless Sky’s the limit I’m paid to run the city now Your skins your travelin bag of your existence Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin Vivid on my skin how many continents I’ve visit then You could journey with me to different places by listenin Shittin on em, ya brother got it covered We can slug it, knuckle it however you want I love it A hustlers wit, the grit the grind My genetic code make-up, murderer by design On mayan calendar time when night meets day I’m in a light grey Bugatti like a high-speed chase Adrenaline like jogger the jump in rope in place The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates tryna keep the ocean by me Hit a rich man’s wife see what these hoes can buy me Lookin forward but it’s nice to see the road behind me Hotel’s a seven star, baguettes glowin Keep your lid yet dawg the private jet boeing topless 1Embed

Jealousy Woes II Lyrics Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous? What he mean jealous? You know what Im sayin? He just mad cause he all with them ugly hoes, know what Im sayin? Girls dont buy him no clothes, he bought that ho some clothes! He dont buy me no clothes, and they aint got no money No vibe, no dick, I mean, what do I got to be jealous fo? He aint gonna make it nowhere He aint got no type of time, he has no career move, I mean— I come home every single day from workin double shifts And stop along the way to pick you up a couple gifts I come inside, and you pretend you miss me when you kiss me Then you diss me and we strenuously fight continuously Again you frisk me, for numbers, tryin to bust me It must be only just because you never learned to trust me Plus, we only squabble over irrelevant issues Too many tissues for my feelings you misuse I buy you jewelry, you make a fool of me I bring you diamond rings, you say Im bad at timin things So whats a man to do when all I hand to you is handed back to me? You act to be this gangsta bitch, that aint what first attracted me I used to love your company, now youre always pumpin me For information, and you tell your friends you plan on dumpin me So Ima wait for your evacuation Cause every accusation makes me wanna smack your face in See, Ive never been so sure, and youre just insecure So my solution to your jealousy presents a cure I recommend you take your things and check em in Look at the nervous wreck Im in, I need my second wind Say what?— Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Fuck you and what you goin through! Fuck Eminem! Hes mad cause I left that nigga for another man To me, Eminem dont mean nothin but minus money Immature, me? Nigga, aint got no dick No swang in his thang, know what Im sayin? He just mad cause Im gettin it all night, jealous of me Know what Im sayin? Thats what Im talkin about Motherfucker just clock in this pussy, pfft I used to be a puppet and a sucker for your silent treatments I used to be intoxicated with your sweet scents Until the day I started followin your feetprints And tappin in your phone conversations through the heat vents It made complete sense: theres someone else you like So I confronted you and asked you, Who was Mike? And you was like I need a new nigga! Someone rich that I could follow And youll be over me by the time you see tomorrow! Leavin me in sorrow, Brandy never felt so brokenhearted I fell apart when you departed, then the jokin started I was an open target, you play comedian And I became the laughingstock, but now, Im on my feet again And so, we meet again, youre actin like an ex-wife All in my sex life, I got a message from Phife It goes, You didnt want me to see yo hon, dont want me now Take the towel, wipe your brow! Quit tryin to hunt me down! You run me down and now youre tryin to apologize For all the lies and every time you made me bawl my eyes Because I got a bigger wallet size, you wanna swing it Jealousy is in the house, yall— fellas, sing it! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous!10Embed

Weed Lacer Lyrics Yo, weed lacer, 97 burgundy Blazer Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the Mercury Tracer I’m on some loced shit, some fed up with the bein’ broke shit I’m not to joke with, bitch I don’t sell crack, I smoke it Havin a coke fit, goin through withdrawals daily Shoot up with mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailie My brain’s dusted, I’m disgusted at all my habits Too many aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets Losin battles to wack rappers cause I’m always too blunted Walkin’ up in the cypher smokin’, talkin’ about “Who want it?” Thug and a crook; every drug in the book I’ve done it My 9’s at your brain, is that you chain? run it Crews die from an overdosage of excessive flavor Aggressive nature got me stickin’ you for your Progressive pager Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer Stole your momma’s Acura, wrecked it, and sold it back to her Boostin’ Nike jackets, escaped from psychiatrics Told the nurse to save my bed for me, I might be back, trick So barricade your entrance, put up some extra fences A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses Chasin’ dips, take ‘em on long vacation trips Kidnappin’ ‘em and trappin’ ‘em in abusive relationships Mess up your face and lips, slit your stomach and watch your gut split Gut you with that razor that I use to shave my nuts with Mama, don’t you cry, your son is too far gone I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on I’m messed up, I feel just like an overworked plumber I’m sick of the crap, what’s Jack Kevorkian’s phone number?6Embed

Stan Lyrics My teas gone cold Im wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain cloud touched my window And I cant see at all And even if I could it would all be gray I put your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still aint callin I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must notve got em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot em But anyways, fuck it, whats been up, man? Hows your daughter? My girlfriends pregnant too, Im bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what Ima call her? Ima name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, Im sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didnt want him I know you probably hear this every day, but Im your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan My teas gone cold Im wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain cloud touched my window And I cant see at all And even if I could it would all be gray I put your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Slim, you still aint called or wrote, hope you have a chance I aint mad, I just think its fucked up you dont answer fans If you dont wanna to talk to me outside your concert You didnt have to But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew Thats my little brother, man, hes only six years old We waited in the blisterin cold For you, for four hours, and you just said, No Thats pretty shitty, man, youre like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do I aint that mad, though I just dont like being lied to Remember when we met in Denver? You said if Id write you, you would write back See, Im just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what youre sayin in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put em on ‘Cause I dont really got shit else So that shit helps when Im depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds Its like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cause you tell it My girlfriends jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she dont know you like I know you, Slim, no one does She dont know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me, man Ill be the biggest fan youll ever lose, sincerely yours, Stan P.S.: We should be together too My teas gone cold Im wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain cloud touched my window And I cant see at all And even if I could it would all be gray I put your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad And the story isnt over, but I have to tell the truth I know I couldnt do it justice, only one who could is you Because I idolized you Marshall, and nobody understands Maybe Im a little crazy, maybe I am just like Stan, damn7Embed

8 Miles and Runnin’ Lyrics Geah Renegades is back Em, the beat is sick Its Young Freeway 8 Miles Lets go! Eight miles and runnin, got my seventh album droppin And my eighth album comin, feeding a thousand growling stomachs But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin People said I would amount to nothin, that I had talent for nothin Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by a gunman I could just hear the folks now: He got what he had comin. Now that my eighth albums comin, everybodys smilin Wanting somethin, claiming that they done somethin for him Got their Jay Z pompoms and their Hov uniform Claiming they been runnin and tellin everybody, like Martin Lawrence Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was Claiming that they threw it up before I threw it up—you what? Where was you before I blew this up? I didnt see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin us I didnt see you in all black when everybody was suitin up Back on the block, getting it in—it wasnt no you with us Eight miles and runnin, got my seventh album droppin And my eighth album comin, feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free! Six miles and runnin, got my fifth strip poppin And my first album comin, feeding twenty growling stomachs Eight miles and runnin, got my seventh album droppin And my eighth album comin, feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free! Six miles and runnin, got my fifth strip poppin And my first album comin, feeding twenty growling stomachs Six miles and runnin in the Pontiac six thousand eighty six Trans might shift while the engine run Anyone, tell your honor: Give me one more chance And them smokers screaming, One more gram! so Ima bring em one Only son to my pop, stick close to my mama Keep toasters for drama, make Salat with my son My son growin, and he learnin a lot Thats when them toasters, when the burners will pop, brain on your, um– Brella, nigga, tell em niggas, thats like the Biblical scripture Look back, turn to salt, like the sinners Most of you heartless and self-centered like Meshach and Mesha Set up your brother ‘cause you jealous, nigga The heat back , like you never left, I ever rep Cops watch every step, six miles and runnin Dodgin every trap, the rap gingerbread man Cherish every precious breath, State P, the second gat Eight miles and runnin, got my seventh album droppin And my eighth album comin, feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free! Six miles and runnin, got my fifth strip poppin And my first album comin, feeding twenty growling stomachs Eight miles and runnin, got my seventh album droppin And my eighth album comin, feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free! Six miles and runnin, got my fifth strip poppin And my first album comin, feeding twenty growling stomachs Back when nobody would find he had talent, nobody would sign me Nobody believed in me, nobody but Mommy, blindly But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt To come up outta her tummy, she got nothing but love for me When niggas would one me, the industry shunned me Thats why Im taking all the industrys money Revenge is sweet honey, we run this Young is the illest, Free is the future Beans and Bleek is right now, we can see yall, eight miles, nigga Eight miles and runnin, got my seventh album droppin And my eighth album comin, feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free! Six miles and runnin, got my fifth strip poppin And my first album comin, feeding twenty growling stomachs Eight miles and runnin, got my seventh album droppin And my eighth album comin, feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free! Six miles and runnin, got my fifth strip poppin And my first album comin, feeding twenty growling stomachs10Embed

12 Minute Freestyle Lyrics Ill shove a gun in your grill, greasy and heated Smothered in hot mustard so when I feed it to you its easy to eat it You need to be immediately treated While youre breathing And youll be leaving the receiving room this evening with Jesus You hate on us? Well be waiting on eight corners Swarming your hood with a thousand angry skateboarders Ill hop in a jeep and slam on the gas and charge you And bombard you in the car that your mom bought you Fuck around and get choked and found in a moat Floating around, drowned, faced-down in a boat Ill pile five dudes in a Pinto and pull-up to the Seven Mile drive through At McDonalds and pile-drive you I got the power to snatch a driver out of his Eddie Bauer When it drives by me at 90 miles an hour This place is my house I might as well erase my face with white-out Cause yall cant see me like Mases eyebrows Walking in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug To break braces, you say grace and make faces Ill display hate and break you in eight places Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff Precise aim, ice in my veins, blowing your hand off Dancing with the Devil leading - I wont die, Im never leaving I pledge allegiance to forever breathing Street niggas with nuts, what? My meats bigger Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers With a deathwish, thinking Im the nigga to mess with Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil A follower never had heart, he just loyal Thugs is glass doors, I see through them, put the heat to them Be careful you might get what you ask for Thats what you false ballers get mugged and gagged for Your life flashing in front of your eyes in fast forward Dearly departed, I dont even listen to artists Im pissing the farthest, and Im also hitting the hardest Im very intelligent Compare me to cameras I flash, and shoot what I see, and steady developing I fly you out of your whip with one try of the trigger Out of your clique, aint one nigga out of his shit You gotta be kidding, bring all of them niggas They all gotta be hit quick, and they all gotta be hitten Its not a game, and I aint playing Yo if I aint lived it, did it, or seen it, then I aint saying I put a hole right in your chest Stick a knife in your soul Then take your life after taking your death Im nice! That aint even counting the endless bars Friends with scars, wondering which Benz is ours Pretending to ball could even be the ending of yall The minute you fall, my criminals will finish you off I argue with no one You got a gun? Alright show one If you aint got heart now, you aint gon just grow one Im keeping it raw, illegal like Malik and Jamal Cause I dont believe in the law, like Im Steven Seagal Flipping off the police while Im leaping a wall Take a bunch of Tylenol, then fall asleep in a mall I got your little son, youll be receiving a call Youre lucky this little punks still breathing at all Fuck the world, this how I get even at yall Pop shit, get rolled up and leave in a ball I hit you in your mouth and sink your teeth in your jaws You wont be able to eat shit, not even a malt This lethal assault, is giving you a reason to stall Im cocking this deuce-deuce and Im squeezing it off At the first burp and a fart sniffle a sneeze and a cough Get your arm chewed off like you was teasing a dog Im cold enough and hot enough to freeze and unthaw Ill kick my girl out, in 10 degrees in her bra Im gonna give it to you straight this time Lace this bong Bring it to your face until the Jakes respond Guard yall shit I dont care how hard yall hit I got cats with bats you wouldnt play hardball with I splatter intestines quick, before you can blast Or handle your weapon, youll get stabbed in a matter of seconds We aint worried about threats cause God got us We popping Cris, yall sipping Moet by-products I aint scared to die, lets blast, its gonna be either If you both die then your casket is gonna be deeper Yo, you aint a Don You dont even know what beef is What you competing with, our hittin make concrete give Yo I came out Naked at birth, making it worse Making a verse sacred and shaking the Earth Niggas got plenty opinions about Royce But they aint got a voice Im doper than them, so they aint got a choice Niggas be playing battle-battle Not understanding themselves They babble-babble thats why they stay on the shelves Playing yourself, Im promising threats to test yall Keep doing this rap shit until UPS calls I see why you must hate me Im sharp enough to cut gravy Its just crazy, niggas is such babies Real as they come, dancing Killing for fun, advancing Healing my thumb, killing for fun Cock, squeeze and make every nigga freeze in here Stop breathing, there better be some cheese in here If theres any MCs in here, I hope you read me clear You seeing peace, beef with the Cs in here Yo you aint fly I got shit that you cant buy You cant lie, you drink St. Ides and fake high Take pie, try to flip it You dont nothing about that shit If was you I wouldnt risk it I wouldnt risk it... Rappers get hit with this verbal biscuit Hey yo, yo yo yo yo Keep the same beat, keep the same beat, keep the same beat It goes like this yo My attitude is worse than N.W.A.s was Ill battle you over stupid shit and diss people Who aint have shit to do with it, like Cool J does You see me standing outside of your building; screaming Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children! I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like Youre probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I dont like rap anyway Im just trying to get my porno career started Every place and event.. Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went Want a deal? Study these 5 chapters Lesson one: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers Lesson two: Face em and diss em Dont give em a demo; kidnap em And make em come to your basement and listen Lesson three: Get a job at a label; switch demos with Canibus And put yours on the owners table Lesson four: Know you heard this before: Hey let me get your number; Ill call you tomorrow, for sure! Dont act like a fan -- you wanna get signed? Get the whitest A&R you can find Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can Lesson five: Get a hook-up at Jive Dress up like I.C.P and have them come see you perform live And thats the key, but when you see me on the street; I aint Givin you shit bitch - dont even bother asking me Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when Im spitting Cause Im always shitting when Im rapping like Master P Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth My balls broke both of her collarbones Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah Gave Alyssa Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea And all three of my main girls said see-ya Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fucking Aaliyah I splish splash while Im taking a bath Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh White trash -- fucking your wife in the ass While youre out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass And its like that, and its like that It dont stop 5-9, Slim Shady yo The rap auctioneer, spitting out double figures For fans to repeat, handling heat The Commander in Chief, I shouldve been banned from the streets Flee after I stab an MC with twin crutches Youve been had by the phantom of beef Release when the paper and pen touches While yall talking My venomous rap splits Get your ass kicked punk Your kind get offed often 80 niggas deep with heat at the mall walking Youll either get shot with all barkers Or get knocked upside your head with big blocks Till you spit teeth Youre all soft and up shits creek in a long coffin I get work without a single fiend involved Im married to the mob, I mean for real, ring and all Basically that means I aint your average rap nigga Youll get slapped and thrown in the back of an Ac bigger With the latch cracked, trunk open So you can look up at the stars Fill your pockets with plastic explosives Drive to cover, detonate the bomb Blow you up with the car and flee the scene to cop another Morph right into the physical form of your spirit In front of your eyes, and make you battle yourself Like Shang Tsung with wisdom in the brilliance of a million disciples Equipped with a right hook to split a building The pure repper of the African race Sent here to knock you off your square and put you back in your place Babylon battalion, holding your engineer ransom For your master, so I can sabotage your album Yo, weed lacer, 97 burgundy Blazer Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the Mercury Tracer I’m on some loc shit, some fed up with the being broke shit I’m not to joke with, bitch I don’t sell crack, I smoke it Having a coke fit, going through withdrawls daily Shoot-up with mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailie My brain’s dusted, I’m disgusted at all my habits Too many aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets Losing battles to wack rappers cause I’m always too blunted Walking up in the cypher smoking, talking about “Who want it?” Thug and a crook; every drug in the book; I’ve done it My 9’s at your brain, is that you chain? Run it Crews die from an overdosage of excessive flavor Aggressive nature got me sticking you for your Progressive pager Spectacular, crystal-meth manufacturer Stole your momma’s Acura, wrecked it, and sold it back to her Boosting Nike jackets, escaped from psychiatrics Told the nurse to save my bed for me, I might be back bitch So barricade your entrance, put up some extra fences A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses Chasing dips – take them on long vacation trips Kidnapping ‘em and trapping ‘em in abusive relationships Fuck up your face and lips, slit your stomach and watch your gut split Cut you with that razor that I use to shave my nuts with Mama, don’t you cry, your son is too far gone I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on I’m fucked up, I feel just like an overworked plumber I’m sick of this shit, what’s Dr. Kevorkian’s phone number? Its like this right? Bust it You get laced by the gun, in case you try to run Hatred on my face by the tongue, get baked by the sun Constructed of interplanetary rock and metal Topping levels of combustion thats hot enough to stop the devil Innovative flusher to enemies The impact will be the generated destructive energy to flatten trees Black, poised since birth Birth? Tore the womb up To hit the Earth like an asteroid and blow the moon up Trust me, Im the epitome, you better bust me Any nigga can say fuck me and he gon touch me Smoking organic ganja inside of a stanza Me and my man cypher with cans of volcanic lava Man this is hot, Im out of my shit From the bottom I can leap out a bottomless pit and land at the top Raw, thats what I came out here for To raise and eclipse, and occasional trips to the beer store And switch-up, the breed of MC to stick a bitch up Bigger and speed to reach in the sea and pick a fish up Im fly against all laws of gravitation I crushed all yall, now you want a collaboration But fuck that, you stepped up, so Im gonna fuck your rep up Tear the rest up, with every joint that I press up Handling heat and ammo, bullets passing me by Challenging me to battle? Man, you asking to die Narrow off niggas, squeeze a grenade until its dissolved Bite the barrel of a revolver and spin it Nigga forget it, I earned it I kill you then come to your funeral and strangle you to confirm it Minds carry malaria, sick Ask niggas who the best is, youll hear 5-9 in every area Crushing your head, hunting you dead You aint nice I battled you before, I dont remember nothing you said You was wack, I was gonna quit on it till I thought My dick is big enough for all of yall niggas to get on it Making you high off of the smoke, often youre cold Making yall join that big hip-hop nation in the sky And its easy believe me, you better have been fronting When you said you was hot, cause you couldnt please me if you was begging me Some people say Im strange, I tell them aint shit change Im still the same lame asshole with a different name Who came late to the last show with a different dame Brain ate from the last O that I sniffed of cane You know youre spaced the fuck out like George Lucas When your puke is turning to yellowish-orange mucus So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers Im not a rapper, Im a demon who speaks English Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and squeemish Burn you alive till you screaming to be extinguished Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence Start a fire and block the hydrants Im just a mean person, you never seen worse than So when Slim gets this M-16 bursting You getting spun backwards like every word of obscene cursing On the B-side of my first single with the clean version Stopping your short life when you still a teen virgin Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon In the best hospital possible for emergency surgery To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum internally Ill take it back before we knew each others name Run in the ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers frame Ill take it further back than that Back to Lovers Lane, to the night you were thought of And cock block your fathers game Ill plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle And when Im down with ten seconds left in the whole bout Im gonna throw a head-butt so hard, itll knock us both out13Embed

The Real Slim Shady Lyrics May I have your attention please May I have your attention please Will the real Slim Shady please stand up I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up Were gonna have a problem here Yall act like you never seen a White person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door And started whoopin her butt worse than before They first were divorced, throwin her over furniture Its the return of the... ah wait, no way, youre kidding He didnt just say what I think he did, did he And Dr. Dre said...nothin you idiots Dr. Dres dead, hes under the tombstone again All of these women love Eminem Chigga chigga chigga Slim Shady, Im sick of him Look at him, walking around grabbing his you-know-what Flipping the you-know-who, yeah, but hes so cute though Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than whats going on when you dont let loose Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but cant But its cool for your mom to cook me a dead moose Kim never gave me a kiss, Kim never gave me a kiss And if Im lucky, you might just give Kim a little flip We aint nothing but mammals -- well, some of us, cannibals Who cut other rappers open like antelopes But if we can kill animals and antelopes Then theres no reason that a man and another man cant elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes Im Slim Shady, yes Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up Will Smith dont gotta cuss in his raps to sell records Well, I do; so he sucks and so do you You think I give a damn about a Grammy Half of you critics cant even stomach me, let alone stand me But Slim, what if you win, wouldnt it be weird Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears This woman put me on blast on MTV Yeah hes cute, but I think hes married to Kim, hee-hee I should download an audio on MP3 And show the whole world how you made the whole world garbage to me Im sick of you all you do is annoy me So I have been sent here to destroy you And theres a million of us just like me Who cuss like me; who just dont give a stuck like me Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me And just might be the next best thing but not quite me Im like a head trip to listen to, cause Im only giving you Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room The only difference is I got the to say it In front of yall and I dont gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it, I just crap it Better than 90% of you rappers out can Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like his name is Caleb Its funny; cause at the rate Im going, when Im 30 Every single person is a Slim Shady lurking He could be working at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings Or in the parking lot, circling With his windows down and his system up So, will the real Shady please stand up And put one of those fingers on each hand up And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go Ha ha, I guess there’s a Slim Shady in all of us Damn it, let’s all stand up2Embed

Alfred Lyrics Thus far, this album has provided musical accompaniment to make your passing pleasant Our next number is designed to drown out the sound of shovels Music to be buried by12Embed