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Wanksta Lyrics Woooo! Its Shady aka the Army Shady Records Break it down I do a lotta spittin and I dont gotta try But I aint got rhymes to waste, so lets make it I dont say Im a gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin I just call Banks up when I need to pop something I got a friend of mine, named 50 Cent I signed This shits official now, the deal is finished and its time To get down to this business, lets go get these nicks and dimes So hurry up and cop G-Unit shit before its gone Its like a goldmine for my man to take nine And bounce right back, gotta be like Michael Myers This shit must be a sign, these labels must be blind Columbia, I know this must be fucking with they mind They know they bout to cry cause they missed out, but I Know how to get the dough cause Dre gave me a business mind I said in my line, I hit em with the nine I had a empty clip but they aint check the chamber I aint no gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin I just call Banks up when I need to pop somethin But you gon feel our shit, you gon hit the stop button We gon fuck you up a long time, you gon get stomped stuntin I aint no gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin I just call Banks up when I need to pop somethin But you gon feel our shit, you gon hit the stop button We gon fuck you up a long time, you gon get stomped stuntin Damn, 50 This shits about to hit the fan, 50—Fuck happened to Ja? He got the sickest vendetta, he must think that you better You bout to play with his paper, you gonna fuck up his cheddar Now homie think we gon sweat em, but we just gon forget em If he dont shut up well deadem, let Yayo stomp his head in Its all good cause wed rather rap then to let a pussy play us Out of pocket homie, so tell em, he better be easy Start some bullshit, hell get his whole crew wet D-Twizzy, Obie, 50 Cent, and G-Unit Yo, he dont want it, cuz, hes always drugged out You wont see one picture where his pupils aint bugged out I aint no gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin I just call Banks up when I need to pop somethin But you gon feel our shit, you gon hit the stop button We gon fuck you up a long time, you gon get stomped stuntin I aint no gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin I just call Banks up when I need to pop somethin But you gon feel our shit, you gon hit the stop button We gon fuck you up a long time, you gon get stomped stuntin2Embed

Come Up for Air Lyrics Im no good for you Im not what you need Youve made that very clear Though I disagree Enough to let you go To let you drift away Cause once you navigate these troubled waters I believe that someday youll return And I will still be here When you come up for air Do you what you gotta do Ill wait for you to come up for air Cause in this whole wide world Theres no one else for me So while you search the seas for answers I will still be waiting Be sure to dive down deep Because if you do Even if it takes a thousand lifetimes My love, I know youre finally gonna see the truth And youll return And I will still be here When you come up for air Do you what you gotta do Ill wait for you to come up for air And even if this really is the end Im sure Ill be alone until Im dead Cause no one else will ever quite compare To them it wouldnt be fair To lay here with somebody new And all I did was think of you If youre my Jack then Im your Rose And I promise I will never, ever let go And I will still be here When you come up for air Do you what you gotta do Ill wait for you to come up for air To come up for air Come up for air Come up for air To come up for air To come up for air Come up for air Come up for air To come up for air8Embed

Fubba U Cubba Cubba Lyrics We on Shady 45 I done figured this Rap shit out, I map shit out strategically Timin is everything, and it seems to be the key To my success, its worked for me repeatedly Let em diss you first and respond immediately In order to master the art of war, dont start a war Shit, not no more; we done scared em off, there are no more Victims to sick, Im fixin to pick some and start shit Im out of Hold on Clinton Sparks I done figured this Rap shit out, I map shit out strategically Timin is everything, and it seems to be the key To my success, its worked for me repeatedly Let em diss you first and respond immediately In order to master the art of war, dont start a war Shit, not no more; we done scared em off, there are no more Victims to sick, Im fixin to pick some and start shit Im out of pictures to rip and shit to throw darts at Aint got no more targets, shit, Irv and Jeff We done beat em to death, Benzino in debt There seems to just be no one left to bully, bush is pussy Why the fuck you think his names Bush? Puss is bushy! Aint shit goin on, shit, Ive been gettin so bored lately Im thinkin of doin some shit to get you to go and hate me again Tell the truth, I liked the shit better then Shit, I could spit better, Im bout to kick this sick shit again, look: The game just isnt the same, its changin Dres quittin, Jays quittin, now its just gangtas Just sayin the same shit, its ancient, its fake and its Makin me so bored, Ima just make a new language Fubba-u-cubba-cubba yubba-obubba-ubba You-ba can subbabick my dadibbadick through a tuba Summaladummalamma, Im not a human, Im a Supersonic, new robotic, suicidal unabomber You think Im the new Osama, press thinks Im the new Madonna Jeffrey Dahmer left me with this legacy to carry on A lot of talk and rumors on us, whos the hottest? To be honest Hip-hop aint been the same since 2Pac moved to Cuba on us2Embed

Got Some Teeth Lyrics Woo! Damn Theres a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy Im about to get drunk Lets hold down Where the bar at? Okay, okie dokey Obies here No more Focus Hobos got a career And I like your brassiere and theres a party in here And Im ready to talk naughty in Veronicas ear She erotic and its hot, saw Heineken beer Put it to the side and invite her to Cheers Pull up a chair, nigga swear no drama Prepare for a player whos working with a monster I aint got time to waste, lets vacate the place Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get But we found whats fate We can watch two incredible mates masturbate Why settle and wait Lets escalate to the nearest Super 8 And see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks Cmon And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth Okay holy moly derriere Look around the club booty everywhere She caught me starin And my homies darin me to approach Karen Shes model material, but she got a venereal Tons of baby fathers, baby bottles and cereal She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio The DJs playin Obie song on the stereo And shes impaired and she wants to be headin home With the real thing not the dildo clone And I know I dont wanna be headin home With some double Ds full of silicon Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside Found me outside, clown me outside Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside Bussin at the bitches screamin off to they rides! And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth Okay rolie polies everywhere Gotta find a slim chicks atmosphere Obesitys glarin and she got me fearin Shes gonna come over here and try to eat me literally, like a box of Cheerios Cherry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls Im outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder So better cover up that blubber or Ill split And I aint got time to play Lets investigate another place today Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape Dresses pettite, no window drapes Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans Got ya Oprah in jeans Seems to me a little lean cuisine Wouldnt hurt much, hot dont touch And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth Haha, haha, ha You gotta have teeth baby It just wouldnt look right Look, me big lips You no teeth, it wouldnt work You know what Im sayin Haha ha, yeah Im feelin good Shady Records man Obie Trice Cmon5Embed

Leave Dat Boy Alone Lyrics Y’all better leave dat boy alone ‘Cause if they dont, y’all know he gon come back on em And they dont want him to come back strong I wouldnt dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone Cause yall dont know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Cause you dont want to get that boy going Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Cause you dont want to get that boy going Its my attitude thats making me bust shit I aint to be fucked with So basically niggas wasting they time trying to touch Swift I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks Be turning ghost fore you be looking at yourself get stomped Im a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass With a mag and, Ill be glad to send another one after you Without no hesitation, Ill run up in your house and wake your spouse up And give her gun to mouth resuscitation A niggas information, they haunted and they sad Got you mad cause they shitting through their stomach in a bag We coming too strong so its irrelevant to blast you We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson When you hear us niggas think its elephants dancing Coming near us Is the worst mistake that could ever happen When Im in my vehicle, Im pulling you in I guarantee the world will never see you again Motherfucker Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em And they dont want him to come back strong I wouldnt dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone Cause yall dont know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone Honest to god I usually try to keep to my self But its kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorance, well Let me explain something to ya A real street nigga aint trying to get in the streets Hes trying to get out, feel me? And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk And wave his heat all in the air like hes some dumb ho punk At least a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause That niggas dying over pride to prove he got balls I play keyboards, I dont play beef You borrow guns, I own shit that explode when it hit You think its fun that you homesick and you cant really get sleep Cause you done laid a nigga down, but that aint me Well my conscience wont allow me to make decisions in vain Im a man, I do my bidding and I do it again If you take it to that level, I take it to whoever Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em And they dont want him to come back strong I wouldnt dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone Cause yall dont know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone Now people know I live trifling, I express it through writing If you cant feel it, then I must express it through fighting And I just bought me a new gauge and added on a new knife And I strike people so fast, niggas think I threw lightning Clash with a few titans blasted a few hype men Been harassed by two dykes who wanted Lou Pikner Plus you know Im too violent, to be out with you whiling Cause as soon as you driving Im a spit a few live ones And I love to Kuniv son, and you love ya life run I know how to hide guns, from skinny to wide ones Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns You looking for hoes, and up in here you going find none You niggas done tried once, and you can kiss my nuts You soft little dry cunts, get stomped till your eyes shut No time for the why whats, Im writing these five words Fuck you dick riding niggas, count it, its five words Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em And they dont want him to come back strong I wouldnt dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone Cause yall dont know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Cause you dont want to get that boy going Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Cause you dont want to get that boy going Swifty McVay Mr. Porter THE Kuniva Yep, better step before you get beat to death Yall dont want to get dem there boys Dem there boys be makin noise Dem there boys got all kind of toys You better step before you get destroyed D12 Dem there boys they hot to death them boys Like everybody who purchased my CD, then theyll need to learn what to tell em what you like about me6Embed

Don’t Go To Sleep Lyrics Pictures of plenty, sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi—automatic kill for pennies Approach for contact cause Im live I multiply Soon as I open fire niggas die wit open eyes Scare to take a nap, its a trap a long maze Dreamin of gettin stacks, makin scratch the wrong way What the song say, we murder motherfuckers daily Black out blow the track out, my lyrics never fail me Its like a throne that he dont even own He wont sit down give him a crown he just throws it around Its like a joke hes like a king but he dont do a thing He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the room or 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 and you can hate it But you cant ignore it, you cant be that ig-nor-ant But 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 The pin stripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt Im sewing tigers on my shirt And alligators Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later Here come the drama, oh Thats that nigga wit the fake, blaow! Why you punch me in my face? Stay in ya place Play ya position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket Dont go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein dreams in they sleep But dont fall asleep Dont go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein dreams in they sleep But dont fall asleep Often, its a young nigga, in a coffin Tryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh Bleek a high to hot guy, turned cold Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul Dont cry, he chose the life Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight How you smile at a momma when she lost a child? I inhale strong weed then release the stress Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West Like yay-yo Niggas pull out when I say so Commence to poppin motherfuckers copy it fatal Efficiently I delete then flee The art of war, livin sucka free, get wit me Motherfucker dont sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein dreams in they sleep But dont fall asleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein dreams in they sleep But dont fall asleep3Embed

Mi Vida Lyrics Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Mi vida comenzó en el 92 A mi mamá, un doctor cáncer le diagnosticó El mismo que se equivocó porque ese cáncer era yo Ayer, mi mai me dijo: Hijo, tú no ere el mismo que nació Dime qué te pasó, la fe se te perdió Quería ser rapero, ahora tiene una Glock ¿Cómo creer? Si Dio mis ala ya me las cortó A mis quince año, Torre Sabana me adoptó Mataron a Galla, pero el sueño no murió Mataron a Coco y nadie sabe qué pasó Mami, yo na má confío en yo Yo no nací en la calle, la calle me conoció El diablo estaba en un traje y me sedució Dinero y fama por mi alma él me ofreció, perdón A vece, me acuesto pensando como un cabrón Cuando me muera, ¿voy pal cielo o voy pal calentón? Madre en esta vida hay una Por ella, bajaría la luna Mataría por fortunas Aunque, al final vaya a la locura Lo que papi no pudo hacer por ti Por ti, yo lo lograré Por encima e las alturas Por ti, yo lo lograré Madre solo hay una Madre solo hay una Na-na, na-na , oah Por ti, yo lo lograré Madre solo hay una Madre solo hay una Na-na, na-na , oah Por ti, yo lo lograré Ella me dijo: Hijo, nunca olvides quien tú ere Mi felicida no se compra con un Mercede Te amo como tú ama al nene Te veo a ti en su ojo, él es tu sangre; ¿amigos? ¿Quiéne? El que piensa tener amigo, enemigos tiene Solo son leale hasta que ya no les conviene Previene, previene que si la e tres dígito va a hacer que frenen No e la Glopeta e el piloto, vendí la FN Te lo prometo que yo no me voa dejar matar No llores; te lo juro, no te quiero hacer llorar Tampoco quiero que tú me vea en la federal No quiero vender droga, estoy tratando de rapear Hasta el día en que me muera no voa descansar Veinticuatro hora, día y noche voa josear Yo solo quiero los millone, aunque me voa quemar Un día pronto, tú no va a tener que trabajar Pal carajo to el que dijo que no me iba a firmar Estaba en casa de Rick Ross la semana pasa Taba con French Montana en vez de estar vendiendo crack Si te quieren matar, ¿qué tú va a hacer? Yo voa guerrear Si muero joven, mi hijo crecerá y te va a cuidar Yo sé que hay cosas que el dinero no puede comprar No puedo comprar un pasaje pal cielo llegar Si salgo en el indictment, me tienen que capturar Nos quieren ver en una jaula, como un animal Porque pal gobierno, nunca vamo a trabajar Si no hay dinero, ¿sabes qué? Vamo a cazar No vamo a chotear, me cansé e menudear 7/25 la hora, eso no e legal Pa eso compro una libra y empiezo a endecar Yo sé que a ti y a la A yo las tengo que ayudar Antes que el destino no empiece a separar Madre en esta vida hay una Por ella, bajaría la luna Mataría por fortunas Aunque al final vaya a la locura Lo que papi no pudo hacer por ti Por ti, yo lo lograré Por encima e las alturas Por ti, yo lo lograré Madre solo hay una Madre solo hay una Na-na, na-na , oah Por ti, yo lo lograré Madre solo hay una Madre solo hay una Na-na, na-na , oah5Embed

What the Beat Lyrics Niggas is like Oh My God! Not you! Yes! Im in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M.E.-Eth Mans obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll, new TECs and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers who dont add up You get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories in the Nekkid, call yo man Method Straight guerrilla, iller nigga kill a murder record My verbal shooter does it to ya The 16-bar Ruger, bustin yo funky dope maneuvers But Im not ya Super Lover Cee, Im the Super Sperm Splash it on your skin, rub it in like its Lubriderm 10 outta 10, I be the men of all men, I mean the Crème de la crème or schemer, sippin on Gnac and Zima True, Professional 2 Now that Bush is president, nigga, we all through! Yeah, its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder Why I keep on duckin under the bed when I hear thunder Cause I aint crazy, I say shit thats crazy to crazy people To make em believe Im crazy, so they can relate to me And maybe believe in Shady, so they can be evil, baby, I like that! Im only as crazy as people made me Believe me, theyd be just as many mutherfuckin murderers And heroin users without Marilyns music But I figure, I make my music, I dont care if you use it To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it! Now the parents are suin Cause little Darren is screwin Karen and Susan Cause I told him to do it on Clues new shit Now its all ruined, the whole world is fucked up Cause of me, two 12-year old girls is knocked up My attitudes Fuck it! like Pacs was at one point Wanna come join? Pick up a Glock and just point Now everybodys killin everybody and everybodys bloody And Im just laughin like its funny Cause I dont really give a shit about no-motherfuckin-body Im so motherfuckin nutty, I dont give a fuck about nothin! My wrist is water and freezer mix This is Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device So Duro, you gotta let it bump!, I came from a hard knock life They say this kid be rude like this cant be true Ill suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed Vampire, sun go down, Im still wildin Bullets travel through the Air In The Night like Phil Collins Rock City, baby, knife through your throat til youre broke Rise from the underground like sewer smoke Its all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me And they all rich, and still all of they palms itchy Well pump, rumble over birds, jungle urge Walkin like we talkin drunk, while we stumble over words Clue inhale Duro inhale Slim inhale Meth inhale 59 inhale Hold up, breath! Its just, Mr. Meth and DJ Clue I aint crazy, I just do what the beat say do Its just, Slim Shady and DJ Clue I aint evil, I just do what the beat say do Uhh, uhh, Royce 59 and DJ Clue I aint bad, I just do what the beat say do DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Come on, man!!!6Embed

This Corner Lyrics Hey look let me tell yall somethin alright? What I do, I do. Straight like that So aint no sense in yall troublin yourselves over that Cause man the way I feel right now today I came up on the wrong side of the fence I gave my family pain and strife and asked them all for strength But hell in my defense And I got too much way too fast My mama told me it wont last Now Im back down on the bottom Wishin that I took another path I shouldve listened, but my mind was gone My temper too quick so when my fuse get lit So when its on, its on Yeah, everybody wrong Yeah, and Im always right Yeah, aint nobody to blame now Its me vs. me, man, this my fight So dont look at me like I am the same person I was before We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more Im better Yeah I put that on my family, all you gotta do is give me the chance And I can show you that Im worthy of the trust that you require Put it all on my shoulders, Im a fighter, I wont get tired When Im back up in this corner, back up in this corner, tryna get out Back up in this corner, back up in this corner, gotta get out You think I got none but I got all kind of sense Stop judgin my book by the cover Maybe you should do a little reconnaissance I aint tryna vent, this aint woe is me Its nothing owed to me Get the swan song, I dont need an ode to me Shit hopefully holdin this rosaryll keep me out of close calls with the O police I said Im tryna be a whole new me I aint tryna do the same old thing Im tryna prove to my family that I will not bring No more trouble around, I aint gotta do nothing But stay out of shit, I aint gotta be up in the chaotic Its prolly cause its my redemption that Im entrenched in And I wont let anybody deny my vision, its my decision But yall aint listenin So dont look at me like I am the same person I was before We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more Im better Yeah I put that on my family, all you gotta do is give me the chance And I can show you that Im worthy of the trust that you require Put it all on my shoulders, Im a fighter, I wont get tired When Im back up in this corner, back up in this corner, tryna get out Back up in this corner, back up in this corner, gotta get out Back up in this corner, back up in this corner Its my gameplan now To get in this ring and show that Im a changed man and how I wont blow another chance to make you proud Even though you got the right to hate me now I know you lost your hope in me But hopefully I can restore it back where its supposed to be I just want my daughter back, this fight means much more than that Im tryna think before I react, I aint get the message at first I tried to ignore the facts But Im much older, shes my soldier, I told you Id go to war for that I said your boy is the truth and its no lie in him All he needs is his family with him Yall want him til its no room given Ima hit him til the ref come and get him So dont look at me like I am the same person I was before We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more Im better3Embed

Turn Me Loose Lyrics Uh Aiight Check Slim, Shady, through the mic kid, Uh Slim Shady, Oh I dont do black music, I dont do white music I make fight music, for high school kids I put lives at risk when I drive like this From a slip disk from a Limp Bizkit disk I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts So I get pissed and cant pick which wrist to slit Little rich kids in cribs dont attempt this shit So step back while I prep up to pimp this bitch So I say to the girl, Im like, What up, girl? Shut up, girl! Then I showed her a cut up squirrel She screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her She slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer I moved on to two blondes kissin on a futon Yo, baby, what are you on? I looked at em both and I was like, Look Check this out, toots, Im lookin for Cookie Puss I need to speak to him immediately They played my video on MTV last week And just when I was thinking I was all that and then some Here comes Fred Durst, Now Shady, let me get some Who knows what galaxy I came from? One where a bass drum hung from my high chair Now Im a nightmare, you stay right there I got the fever for the flavor of a single See, me and Shady, I think we got it locked down Shocked by the sound, I got you crusin with your top down These two blondes I offered them both a drink And this you would think could get the party started But instead the girls turned their heads Opened up their mouth, smelled like somebody farted So it was time for me to move on Shady said the living room was a dance floor So turn me loose, I was cuttin the rug with this chick Bumped into this dude who was a drunk and a prick Rambling on about how he was gonna kill me, wow! I spilled a drink on his shirt But no, he insisted we should go And before I could drop him, Shady had to clock him The music stopped, the party stood in shock I looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf Turn me loose Turn me loose Turn me loose This partys going my way Or no way at all Why dont you... Turn me loose You better tell them to come reshingle the roof ‘Cause just keep giving me free drinks til I puke Then Fred will ask me to lead sing in his group Im sitting at the bar and Im not being approached ‘Cause Freds over there stealing all of my hoes Yo, Fred, save me some I walked to these siamese twins And asked to have a threesome I told them two heads are better than one Plus I respect how yall roll together as one Got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin Stood up, like, Wait, where are you goin?! Well, three strikes and Im out And I just struck out two times in a row I aint trying no more, fuck it, Im chillin Did a shot of Jäger, fell asleep on the ceiling Who knows what galaxy I came from? One where a bass drum hung from my high chair Now Im a nightmare, you stay right there I got the fever for the flavor of a single See, me and Shady, I think we got it locked down Shocked by the sound, I got you crusin with your top down These two blondes I offered them both a drink And this you would think could get the party started But instead the girls turned their heads Opened up their mouth, smelled like somebody farted So it was time for me to move on Shady said the living room was a dance floor So turn me loose, I was cuttin the rug with this chick Bumped into this dude who was a drunk and a prick Rambling on about how he was gonna kill me, wow! I spilled a drink on his shirt But no, he insisted we should go And before I could drop him, Shady had to clock him The music stopped, the party stood in shock I looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf Turn me loose Turn me loose Turn me loose This partys going my way Or no way at all Why dont you...5Embed

On t’a humilié Lyrics Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left Técoutes ce son comme si tu regardais ton premier film porno Fais bien attention on devient très vite parano Non non non non jvais pas me faire buter par un autre Jrappe pour ceux qui savent et tout se passe bien apparemment Técoutes ce son comme si tu regardais ton premier film porno Fais bien attention on devient très vite parano Non non non non jvais pas me faire buter par un autre Jrappe pour ceux qui savent et tout se passe bien apparemment Sept cinq double zero neuf pas comme New York ni comme Compton Jsuis légèrement dans les pommes comme Sam Beckett dans Code Quantum Mourir âgé comme Jeanne Calment, mourir jeune comme Toutankhamon Tfaçon jrapperai tout en mcalmant, la juge denfants tout le temps quelle ment Jai la haine comme Candyman, comme un détenu qui cantine mal Je napprécie pas quand on me ter-ma, la prof nous rend les comptes en maths Coupage des têtes sur internet même contenu dans le conteneur Les premiers cris cest quand tu nais, les coups de tue-lair sont comptés net Jsuis un bourrin comme Obélix, les keufs voudraient que jobéisse En quelques sorte que jrentre au pays, en résumé jsuis pas payé Les zaigos aiment la casser avec du Franco Ferre, jcrois que tes fêlé Tirer sur autrui cest ce que taimes vas y fais-le Ça ma soulé, jcrois quil est grand temps que les pédés périssent Coupe leur pénis, laisse les morts, retrouvés sur le périphérique 9ème zone akhi, nique la galanterie chères mesdames Cherche pas les médailles, mais les mecs de taille pour les die Plus quune seule idée, sache quà Paname ça pète quand cest lété Les putes sont soldées, jveux des concerts de lampleur de Solidays Une minute de répis, mon pote demande une pause beuh Rien à secouer si ceux de chez toi ils pèsent beaucoup ou pèsent peu Des bastos ailées, faut staire, cest le rêve jessaie dpercer Cest les problèmes, moi ça me pèse, ça bombe les pecs et ça se baise La compo est dur à suivre donc jcrois que faut scramponner Jespère que vous mcomprenez, jveux pas être lopprimé ni lgros bonnet Le fardeau est dur à suivre, 9ème cest le far west Les ptits dépassent la ligne rouge dans ce cas là wAllah faut les uer-t Jai des maux dtête comme Rocky Balboa, jsuis le braconnier quabat lboa Ton équipe elle fait pas lpoids, quand jvois les keufs jdis palpez oi-m Va encore falloir cascader, mais il me faut lbif des Castaldi La juge moi jpige pas quest-ce quelle dit, putain jme suis pris quelle squettes-di ? Pénurie fait que ce putain dsort, jcrois que jsuis lironie Erroné, presque périmé aux yeux dmes pères et mères Maître Gims, ça cest lvolume un, la terre du milieu Vénéneux, Lefa, Jeryzoos on ta humilié 3ème pro, en direct de la terre du milieu Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier 3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques 3ème pro cest le Renouveau En direct de la terre du milieu Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier 3ème pro, La mixtape dans les ue-r Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques 3ème pro cest le Renouveau Écoute écoute la cest lsième-troi pro Bon les loux-ja diront sûrement quils aiment pas trop On est à-l des halls aux Halles, loin dêtre des colos-al On sest tous connu à lépoque puis on est resté collés-a Cest pour mon Galsen et pour ceux qui arrêtent pas de saigner Ceux qui ont toujours pas signé, ceux qui se sont fait bassinés Ceux qui sont vaccinés contre les coups des porcinets Les puristes, les passionnés, pour ceux quont une force innée Ok, on est à-l, des halls aux Halles Cest pour le Sénégal mais cest la merde où qules colons aillent Check, on est à-l et cest pas autrement 3ème Prototype, bouillant comme lempire Ottoman Faut quon fasse beleck, il paraît que des tasses spénètrent Dans le rap, faut quon place des textes de fous et quon froisse des têtes Les putes tfont des passes, les des-pe entre eux se paxent Les dettes te surpassent, tes bête, tacceptes un casse : tes dead Check jcasse-dédi à la petite place, je tai dis Jétais pas de ces types... qui bicravent pas ses titres On a un jeu plus quoffensif, tacle dans les gencives Toi tu repars en civières et dans les tribunes les gens te sifflent 3ème pro, en direct de la terre du milieu Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier 3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques 3ème pro cest le Renouveau En direct de la terre du milieu Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier 3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques 3ème pro cest le Renouveau Là jkicke mais pas en solo, la clique, cest Sexion dAssaut Je tinvite chez mes paranos, dans le vide comme un astronaute Tu piges ? Ya des têtes sous leau, des pitres qui trouvent pas de boulot Le style ? Jdirais assez lourd, tu kiffes ? Jte le dis là cest nous Depuis le temps jsuis là jai lhabitude de rester à-l Cest le bitume qui ma fait a-ç, ya plus le temps faut passer à Sky, sur les grosses antennes, négro parmi des centaines Pure mutinerie sans tie-p, 3ème Pro cest plus de 100 thèmes Tu perds la boule jperds le Nord, jme casse comme la porcelaine En face ya les forces de lordre, on tgifle, mec ya pas tes rents-p Glauque comme une tête de mort, cest con comme les Pokémons Cest le son qui fait des rageux, mafieux comme les Corleone De Ze-Art à G.D.N., la 9ème Zone aka La tate-pa dun SLR ouais à chaque fois quon accélère Cest lWati-B mon label, les wacks MCs font la gueule Depuis quils savent que cest rude, on bousille un tas de serrures Le rap, cest trop fascinant, ils mdisent : cest hallucinant Ils sont choqués surtout quand jleur dit qucest pas évident La coupe, cest pour la mille-fa, dans le doute, demande à Llefa 3ème Pro chez Makadam, volume 1 laisse des cadavres 3ème pro, en direct de la terre du milieu Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier 3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques 3ème pro cest le Renouveau En direct de la terre du milieu Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier 3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques 3ème pro cest le Renouveau Mais qui a déjà prétendu changer le monde La merde je lai déjà vu en descendant de chez moi Cest mort dans le béton jcrois quon va tous ter-cal Cest eux qui mont dit que jpouvais pas rester à-l Mais qui a déjà prétendu changer le monde La merde je lai déjà vu en descendant de chez moi Cest mort dans le béton jcrois quon va tous ter-cal Cest eux qui mont dit que jpouvais pas rester à-l2Embed

Rap on Steroids Lyrics Jahlil beats, holla at me! Philadelphia meet Detroit Time to shut your mouth Now its time to show these motherfuckers whats the fuss about What you dealing with lyrically? A couple lyricists who dont miss Niggas ask if Black and Nickle get together for an album, what you gon get? You gon get rap on steroids, rap on steroids Niggas thats silencers on the nozzle You wont feel the clap, youll only hear the noise Yall got these hoes pegged so wrong while you hotel checkin I gotta pay these hoes just to keep their clothes on like Im Odell Beckham Im flyer than a hat on Elroy I just took it back to the Jetsons I with the static like I got a Crooked I Near an open exit with a bad connection Cause no matter where you go Youre fucked if this rubber grip roll back in your direction What you lookin at? Thats for your protection This that rap on steroids, nigga, that rap on steroids I just spit more clairvoyant raps Than it take to make you half paranoid Clap a gun at any day or night Stand over his body then pray to Christ Like you gave me life so Im gon throw you back one, dear lord Imma throw back one like Fab on the Gram Garage look like its sponsored by Hasbro Got the whole ave going HAM Yall dont know with what yall are dealing Im on every block, my team bigger Cause I rap anything I wanna got The only thing I dont got is feelings Nigga my mind so clear Feels like every thought is visine drippin No Im not a lean drinker, but over that Fetty Wap I lean niggas This that.... Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Yall ran into me on the wrong day Fuck strong Jay, do gon say Just bear arms, you in harms way You hear alarms, you in Bombay No Baghdad, get the gas mask Run break, do a mad-dash to that gun safe You un-safe in the right place to get blast at And thats anybody I stay on that anabolic Im far from anatomically correct Hos call me that anaconda Roll a sack of that Santa Barbara Lead poisonin in the damn water Flint, Detroit, Ann Arbor Philadelphia and Harlem Roid rage yall damn problem Cemetery too damn crowded Ima go get the jack hammer Go bury a body, dont worry bout it, dont worry bout it Everybody know everybody Im be damned if I didnt hear about it Thought trifle the assault rifle Got a twin brother like Irv Gotti, Im Probably back on steroids Kinda like crack on steroids Lou Ferrigno super negro Gon and pack your steroids Nigga my memoirs Renoirs Everything I do is fine art Putting rappers in that pine box When that Black and Nickel Nine spark its a problem All stemming from them steroids probably Got them coming back to Philly like its heroin callin American horror, this that Smith and Wesson revolver And if, lifes a bitch we gon Rohypnol her They call it.... Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Detroit we rappin on Steroids, boy Philly we reppin on Steroids, yeah All the rappers on steroids Say we rapping on steroids Nickle Im rappin on Steroids, boy Pesado rappin on Steroids, yeah All the rap is on steroids Said we rapping on steroids I said I said every rap is on steroids Nuff a them a chat and them a make bare noise You dont wanna violate and make the K rise Them a say the rap is on steroids Nickle Im rappin on Steroids, boy Shady, Im rappin on Steroids!12Embed

Murder Lyrics Detroit, Motown Ayy, guess what? They gave us a Super Bowl this year And you know what happened? Robbin, shootin, killin, murder Murder, murder! Robbin, shootin, killin, murder Murder, murder! Henny-ed up, Remy-ed up, ski mask, black truck Dickie outfit, passenger side Fuck it, I just did two lines A chrome TEC-9, itll tear out niggas spine Its a party, go on in and have fun Cause after its over, all you go hear is- Shootin, blastin, hittin the floor Ten-thousand in the safe, shit, Im bout to score Cause Im dangerous off angel dust Shit, Ill bust even the nigga that came wit us And this is for my niggas that be robbin and stealin Carjackin, murder ones and fuckin drug dealings Robbin, shootin, killin, murder Murder, murder! Robbin, shootin, killin, murder Murder, murder! I stumble in the club, blow the 9 millimeter, cocked Somethings tellin me to stop- fuck it, I dont see the cops Niggas dont believe until they see its out Stupid motherfuckers want to take the scenic route, now the heaters out Bitches scream like I pulled my penis out Beggin me to put that big motherfucker away, but the demons out Everybody on the floor, come out of that mink Come out of them diamonds, and you come out of that valor The party is over, sit the fuck down, cut the music Matter of fact turn it back it up, shit, I could use it I need the noise, in case I have to let a couple off Saw another icy chain, walked over and tugged it off Give me that butter-soft, and since you buyin out the bar You can buy my drinks for today and tomorrow Im out for the paper, my homie, better hide your jewels Im in the game starvin and I aint playin by the rules, nigga Robbin, shootin, killin, murder Murder, murder! Robbin, shootin, killin, murder Murder, murder! Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Shady Its The Re-Up Shad—5Embed

Venom Lyrics I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed When the world gives you a raw deal Sets you off til you scream, Piss off, screw you When it talks to you like you dont belong Or tells you youre in the wrong field When somethings in your mitochondrial Cause it latched on to you, like— Knock knock, let the devil in Manevolent as Ive ever been, head is spinnin This medicines screamin, L-L-L-Let us in L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeletons meltin Wicked, I get all high when I think Ive smelled the scent Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants And blew up my-my-myself again Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin Mayo and went from Hellmanns and being rail thin Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics 97 Freaknik How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida Proofs room slept on the floor of da motel then Dr. Dre said, Hell yeah And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man And I know theyre gonna hate But I dont care, I barely can wait To hit em with the snare and the bass Square in the face, this fuckin world better prepare to get laced Because theyre gonna taste my— Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em I said knock knock, let the devil in Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one It-its evident Im not done V-Venomous, the thoughts spun Like a web and you just caught in em Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap Beat strangler attack So this aint gonna feel like a love tap Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track Like, whats her names at the wheel? Danica Patrick Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi Translation, I will probably kill us both When I end up backin into ya You aint gonna be able to tell what the fucks happenin to ya When youre bit with the— Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em I said knock knock, let the devil in Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home Aint no telling when this chokehold On this game will end, Im loco Became a Symbiote, so My fangs are in your throat, ho Youre snake-bitten with my—venom With the ballpoint pen Im Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut Punk rock, bitch, its goin down like Yung Joc Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock Why the fuck not, you only get one shot Ate shit til I cant taste it Chased it with straight liquor Then paint thinner, then drank til I faint And awake with a headache And I take anything in rectangular shape Then I wait to face the demons Im bonded to Cause theyre chasin me but Im part of you So escapin me is impossible I latch onto you like a—parasite And I probably ruined your parents life And your childhood too Cause if Im the music that yall grew up on Im responsible for you retarded fools Im the super villain Dad and Mom was losin their marbles to You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you And Im the suit, so call me— Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em 14Embed

Park It Sideways Lyrics You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch bumping... Pocket full of money Pocket full of money P-p-p-pocket full of money You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, club life Pocket full of money Pocket full of money P-p-p-pocket full of money Y’all niggas fake as fuck Lipstick on my collar, I couldn’t make this up I live in the realest state like it’s housing Life is grand, like a thousand Stopless counting, my bitch is a walking fountain I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers Every bad bitch you see in here is coming with us So I suggest you... Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs So many bitches round I don’t even know what to do with them Head ain’t even fun no more unless there’s two of them To tell the truth, I think beating it is easy So when I say I poppin models, y’all got reasons to believe me Keeping it breezy, just me and my Weeknd CD Wanna fly in for the week and you see me Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, thug life Pockets full of money P-p-pockets full of money P-p-pockets full of money Park that motherfucker sideways Park that motherfucker sideways Park that motherfucker sideways To let these niggas know you’re rolling in some motherfucking shit Like A.I. I cross over when I’m near a mic I stay fly even though I got a fear of heights I aim steady when I’m gunning with one of them nines And you ain’t ready for a hustler who hugging his grind My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy Now that motherfucker is flooded with diamonds Like a broke nigga, I ain’t got nothing to lose But I’m rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes And shawty mouth is under my ooo... I can’t say that, radio don’t play that I’m so cool the sun gotta hate that But it can never blind me, now where my Rays at? Yeah, boy, this is payback Y’all was hating back in May, so I said “Hey” and bought a Maybach The roof gone, so I park it where the shade at Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no Sajak You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, thug life Pockets full of money P-p-pockets full of money P-p-pockets full of money Park that motherfucker sideways Park that motherfucker sideways Park that motherfucker sideways To let these niggas know you’re rolling in some motherfucking shit3Embed

What Colour Is Soul Lyrics Get your rusty ass over fore I put a shine to it See man, its man I trust so Imma rhyme to it 20% out of a hundred groups are mediocre They took a medicine effect and Im a pretty choker So once you got a couple microphones well Imma rep em You got some Nile rapper rivers too, well Imma check em! Because they new to this, Im true to this! They shouldnt be doin this A lot of rappers reppin keepin miles is a few in this Game, to maintain, I keep it going on You hear the guitar and the funky beat Im flowin on I dont tell em when I see it, I just spot it Just runnin me, have soul and aint the only person got it And blacks dont have to act white if they like Red Hot Chili Peppers And whites dont have to act black if they like Salt-N-Pepa Cause I like a lot of New Kids On The Block And so Im Blackened like Metallica, look at me in shock But nothing else matters wherever I may roam The microphones my best friend and stage is my home Our music got the sounds, our rhythms got the hooks I listen to Kenny Rogers, Marvin Gaye and Garth Brooks I listened to that thats and Good music is good music, the other, is mess No matter if you chocolate or peppermint What color is my soul? Heres a hint: lets hook em Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Now open em up, even the best eyes squint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Now open em up, even the best eyes squint Were up in it, up in it, and way, hi ho! Its over when I dont get on the tip of the stickity sterile If you want to high roll Some people are comin the road, why though? With my soul, its deep enough to shake My oh my! someone touches a bottle The albino brothers steppin em up, well wake your Yeah, I think Im enough to rhyme so look like a I dont play around, well run and get the fiveo, wait Hold up! They dont, hold back To just roll up, they cut no slack You better step up to bat, or please get a hobby Cause even a videotape can bring no justice to Rodney Or IV, Ill put your chest to the point its futile Get back on your noodle So you will understand that you wont have the upperhand when You think I may getting brutal The America to Bootle To get the zoom, zam, the zip for the rip For the kid who had to trip my tint Its as simple as A-B-Cs and as easy as pie But is it never to be as intuitive as the question why? Bullets try to inflictin pain shade of soul, huh skills they havent even thought about yet But when I they act as if my color soft as my step But dont call me Vanilla Ice, Serato or Kid Rock And grip with the Roundabout Cause Im so down, Im out Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Now open em up, even the best eyes squint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Now open em up, even the best eyes squint Shit, there aint idiots bad as the fattest skinniest Sick with a little rapper to never battle, little, piddle or paddle the prettiest Dumb fuck, lookin for the hats or suck a numb Or jackin jeans keep your hangin nuts tucked And Im about to take my look up it, up in a book Plus Im almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin a district shit See youre just barkin up the wrong tree Cause I got diarrhea, myamia, I uh be a fuckin honkey So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha fuck Im saying He just talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty Id imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic id be able to do a lip-sync Because I rap in this muthafucker theres gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the fuck ill hoist it around inside my home And the DJ better stick up like a rocket Cause he could scratch on a fucked up a pool table with 27 pockets Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight But if our color matters, take no less than pearly whites But I’m hardcore like rocks in a tomato Gettin skinned like I was boxing a potato I wouldnt suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple I done made lotsa money so Im good if i make like a nickel But Im out cold like a snowstorm So I got nuts so fat, itll keep my toes warm Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Now open em up, even the best eyes squint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Close your eyes and try to guess my tint Now open em up, even the best eyes squint4Embed

Anger Management Lyrics Alright, lets go Yeah! Welcome... to the official... Shade 45 Anger Management 3 exclusive mixtape. Brought to you by... none other then... the motherfuckin... Fuckin Notorious, infamous, DJ- Whoo! Once again its the kid, yeah, eat a dick up Pick up them nuts boy, lick up til you hiccup Sick mofucka, yeah, same sick mug used to stick up His middle finger and go chicka-chicka-chicla Hi! My name is Chicka-chicka-chicka Chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Till this shit was stuck in your head so much You were sick of him and chicks love him And the more he said fuck a bitch they adored him And he did the shit more; choke a slut, smack a bitch whore Beat a bitch up, look at these kids, they eat this shit up And this was back before I even knew what the shit was Its affecting what it does, parents become pissed at us Meanwhile ticket sales have just skyrocketed up So shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck you, suck a dick slut But I gotta go, its time for me to go and pick up Jessica, its official I just broke her and Nick up laughter Now, if you leave the show... and you don’t got one of these CDs... then you did not officially experience... the entire show. Once again: 50 Cent... G-Unit... Nate Dogg... Alchemist... and a special thanks to Lil Jon... and can’t forget: Dr. Dre... D-Twizzy, O-Trice, Stat Quo... and on behalf of myself, I wanna thank yall for coming out. Hope you enjoy the show9Embed

Talk to Me Lyrics I’m tired, I feel wired but yet I’m still inspired To find somebody else for the job, tell me I’m fired Really muthafuck what they say, I did my job yo Hood nigga straight off the block, I beat the odds Now you see a nigga, back to the wall Now you exciting, now I’m done Everything for you niggas but get indicted Got niggas in the feds wishin I was still with ‘em Death penalty, go throw ‘em in the ail with ‘em Rather die int he hands of the judge then former friends Man this shit is like an ongoing movie, it never ends Same nigga say that they would, love you forever Niggas get the forecast and change just like the weather Got me feeling like a whole brick, cut with some pain From winter days yeah, they start of sunny and then it rains And even after all these years, it’s still storming You couldn’t of told ‘em it wouldn’t be like this You coulda warned ‘em Somebody better explain Why my ears are ringing so loud Someones got something to say Grow some balls and say it to my face Ooooh Oh, Ooooh Oh Somebody’s got a problem, I wanna know Keep my name out ya muthafucking mouth Somebody talk to me Walking like I’m talking, play it like I see it And I swear sometimes I hear voices talking to me in my head Some nights I slept for months, the living dead to get this bread There’s two ways out this shit, a casket or the fucking fed I rap cause one day I pray this might be my escape Everyday I seal up these bags, seems like I’m sealing my fate My momma worked at your gangsta, jumped off the porch out the gate But I can’t let my momma bury me, thats some shit she can’t take Most niggas hate when you come up and you doing something constructive Police to the politician, my whole city corrupted Wanna convict me for a couple transactions that I conducted And my homeboys just might snitch under pressure So muthafuck ‘em, it’s just me and my two nuts And you can bet they gon hang And bitch my resume gon’ check out til I check out the game Sometimes that ski mask on my skull it took effect on my brain And I still didn’t tell the shit, I’m sick of telling you man Somebody talk to ‘em Somebody talk to me Somebody better explain, how my name’s ending up in your mouth Somebody talk to me Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the fuck now Somebody talk to me Cause if it’s me that you’re talkin’ about then I, I wanna know Somebody talk to me We almost past the point of being able to talk this shit out Somebody better explain Why my ears are ringing so loud Someones got something to say Grow some balls and say it to my face2Embed

Trapped Lyrics Big Proof, rest in peace Doody, we love you We just wanna keep makin you proud My life is trapped in these lines, that’s why I’m packin these nines I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin, that’s in the back of my mind Got a strap made of iron, can’t relax on this grind Bendin over backwards for these slackers til I’m snappin my spine Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers Lookin over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin like soda, hold up We nothin but soldiers, slow up, this gun is loaded, roll up They beef and we leavin ‘em coked up If Slim say it I spray it, if he will it I kill it We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, yall can feel it Real as this gun on my waistline, at war we don’t waste time he can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine We got school crap here at the 7, 8, and Dexter I’m up in Hollis spendin’ dollars, ain’t feelin no pressure Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha you flinch When Proof shoot up that coup and wet your whole clique7Embed

Perspective Lyrics But you got people of all races Like, coming together and, and Helping shape this from the ground up So now you got little white kids growin up with black idols And you got black kids growin up with white idols And you got, it-its just this whole mixing pot Nothing has brought more races and more people From all different walks of life together than hip-hop No music has done that I dont think anything has done that as much as hip-hop has So, in the same token I can understand the frustration being that, you know Damn near every form of, of music, period, was created by black people So, you got Chuck Berry, you got Rosetta Tharpe And rock n roll is starting to get some attention, but then along comes Elvis And people are acting like, Oh my God, Ive never seen this before Youve seen it before, but you might not have seen a white person do it to this level So now, he sells the most records and people are callin him the king of rock n roll, right? But on the flip side of the coin If Im a black kid, growin up in, lets say the 60s, 70s, 80s, whatever, right And Im lookin on TV and nobody looks like me And its very stereotypical And Im lookin at fuckin, Im lookin at toys And theyre, and everything is white The fuckin action figures are all white The, the fuckin superheroes are all white Like, maybe theres one or two, uh, black superheroes mixed in there with mostly white I dont know how Id grow up and not have a chip on my shoulder On the other flip side of that coin We dont get to choose our parents, we dont get to choose what color were born Its more about, at that point, it becomes Youre born here, you are, youre what color you are, youre what nationality you are And then its what you do with it, right To make a difference To make a difference To make a— To make a difference12Embed

Whether or Not Lyrics Whether you rap or you dont rap Duck fore you get rushed Get stuck fucking with us Cause.... We dont give a fuck Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh? Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh? Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take Kick yo face till yo head go through this window and break Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line And collect bank from every weed spot like Im one time Im aint the remorseful type, Ill drink and still drive prone to hit anything at any given night Fuck leaving my roots, Im still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse With a coach purse screaming his throat hurts On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street I speed with my dads name on my ass cheek Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun Got you doing more dances than Puffys son All you groupies that wanna get took You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book And anyone else who wanna get fucked, cause Whether you rap or you dont rap Duck fore you get rushed Get stuck fucking with us Cause.... We dont give a fuck We interrupt your little world of perfectness To bring you the shit to murder conservatives with To curse and diss, with verses so merciless These words can just fuck up your high worse than this {Police Sirens} Ive killed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin wilderness Im a wildebeest, and Ive concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police You think just because I got caught by these cops once Im not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns So many damn murders I cant even count one Two black guns, I dont know maybe theyre Magnums I dont know what the fuck theyre called, I just grab them 12-gauge dumps in a drug-fueled rage, fuck age, still goin through my fuck-you stage Im a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, Imma never grow up, bitch, I aint gon ever get old Ill be sitting here with a cane and a beard Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah So until Im wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, Imma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people Its D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID Kids Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously The outcomes hot, once split your brain in three Proof with crooked raps, always ask them What the fuck you lookin at? And invite the hook to scrap I gave my life to God, nigga, then I took it back Move it black, this fuckin gatll leave your cookie cracked Detroits derelict arrogant terrorist, straight on you aerospit Spit at various people to leave you with a body to get buried with Every hit was serious, niggas wanna know how murderous the Dirty Harry is When Im on your front porch with guns about to bust Cause Whether you rap or you dont rap Duck fore you get rushed Get stuck fucking with us Cause.... We dont give a fuck When they run into Swift they change directions My shit so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection You need protection, you gon fear it I snatch away yo DNA from existence, with no spirit Give up the carats or see the nine Fuckin with mine is like Farakhan chewin up swine, on Christmas With a white trailer bitch on his arm, chillin in Europe, havin dinner with a Uncle Tom I attack killin, fuckin hoes like Matt Dillon Stackin obituaries higher than Michael Jacksons ceiling I leaves nobody livin, I got Satan shiverin Hate what Im deliverin, you know the best then send em in, crack you with a fifth of gin You got your men, but they all wearin skirts like them niggas from Scotland, you hoes are not grim Dont make me stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens Im the one they call in to torture ya Smackin your bitch and forcin her in the back seat of an old Corcia Kunivas the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life, usually followed by sirens and lights Get your throat cut by this tyrants knife, from high as a kite And my get-a-way drivers drivin right Fuckin with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs Wrap around niggas like Camabons, you know I aint nothin to play with Thinkin you real like The Matrix, fuckin with niggas drippin off self-hatred Im on some live shit, rappers be on some Ready To Die shit Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, fuck heaters, Ill knock you out instead of shootin I hit hard, break yo fuckin jaw like Resolution Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brothers classroom smoked And the substitue gagged and choked Nigga Whether you rap or you dont rap Duck fore you get rushed Get stuck fucking with us Cause.... We dont give a fuck D12, June 19th Do shrooms like me Get ready for it. Trouble soon, baby You know it Tell your mama and your sister too Cause we fuckin em5Embed

The Last Hit Lyrics Shady! Thats me! High and Mighty Trilogy Back with the flyest material Shady... Sh... Shady! That that... thats me! High.. High and.. Mighty Trilogy Back with the... Funky... beats Packing this third eye, pursue a Cyclops They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks Words in my right, that pass my left ear Your style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year Fear this veneer, you get stung like virgins Who that cat splurging instead of rehearsing? Tough guys, degentrify your high rise Looking more like Ronald than them fucking Fry Guys Go on uptown fucking senoritas In Taco Bell screaming, Viva gorditas! Bring all your dogs - I give em rabies They never had a chance like my two aborted babies Got Pope John Paul the 2nd, praying to Satan Have your vegan girlfriend cooking up bacon On barbituates with that shit that you hit Smoke my spliffs withcha, cause spina bifida My nine is lifting ya six feet when I spray rounds Hit you with twelve shots in mid-air And four more on the way down As eight strays graze through a kids hair on the playground You lay down on a stretcher No pun intended, just hop out of your whip And leave it unattended before I whip out this gun and end it Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute ‘Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those Even if someones in it Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged Like cavewomen, while Im gravediggin with Marilyn Mans If you got a bowl of hash better cash it Got a satchel? Flash it, Imma take your last hit And if you spittin wack shit on the microphone Imma snatch it outta your hand so fast Imma detach it So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it Got a satchel? Flash it, Imma take your last hit Im flabbergasted off two tabs of acid Threw my babys mother in the hatchback and latched it Yo yo, Eons wack now, how you think that? Couldnt get on my record if you were shrink rap Desecrate a crate with these rhymes I be toting Lets go back online and jerk off on your modem I got stupid mucus from these loose lips My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak To the point that you stand up on your feet, best retreat Lets go back in time and steal my whole steez The Quickening, did a bris at the christening Im exercising, doing liftings and twistings Instincts the nicest, I keep telling you What the fuck this guy on the corner been selling you? Im e-mailing you at the wrong website And misspelling you, prank you and put the fear of hell in you Escaped Bellevue, stuffed the nurse in a purse Disperse like I added too many words in a verse Slim Shady, a perverted version of birth Driving off, leaving a murdered virgin at church The first person who searching the Earth for the motherfucker That pulled the plug when they should have alerted the surgeon first Get thrown curves, and hit with your own words Leave me alone bitch! I get on my own nerves! And if I dont got two balls and a middle finger to throw up Im taking off both shoes and sticking each middle toe up If you got a bowl of hash better cash it Got a satchel? Flash it, Imma take your last hit And if you spittin wack shit on the microphone Imma snatch it outta your hand so fast Imma detach it So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it Got a satchel? Flash it, Imma take your last hit Im flabbergasted off two tabs of acid Threw my babys mother in the hatchback and latched it Any disease out there Im willing to catch it Slim Shady All praises to The High & Mighty Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper Slim Shady, N....nau..naughty...ro..ro..rotten rhyme....rhyme..rhy..rhymer Mr. Eon, Illest rhyme drop...drop..drop..dro..dro..rhyme dropper2Embed

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 Excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? Hi, kids! Do you like Primus? Wanna see me stick 9 inch nails through each one of my eyelids? Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? Try cid and get messed 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-uh! So whys your face red? Man, you wasted! Well, since age twelve I felt like a caged elf Who stayed to himself in one space, chasing his tail Got ticked off and ripped Pamela Lees lips off Kissed em and said I aint know silicone was supposed to be this soft! Im about to pass out and crash, and fall in the grass Faster than the fat man who sat down too fast Come here, lady! Shady, wait a minute, thats my girl, dog! I dont give a damn, Dre sent me to tick 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 flunk me in junior high Thanks a lot, next semester Ill be 35 I smacked him in his face with an eraser Chased him with a stapler, and told him to change the grade on the paper Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Served the bartender, then walked out with the tip cup Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship While theyre screaming at me, Lets just be friends! Ninety-nine 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, elohssa Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? 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, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? 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 Kool-Aid, dare me to drive? All my life I was very deprived I aint had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, Ill - 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 tap myself in the head Im steaming mad and by the way, when you see my dad Ask him if he bought a porno mag to see my ad 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, who? My name is, huh? My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka Slim ShadyEmbed

F5 Lyrics Were so furiously dangerous Fur-fur-furiously dangerous Were so furiously dangerous F-fu-ur-furiously dangerous Fur-fur-fur-fur Death by lyrical injection, I kill you rappers A lotta green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay Packer I pack the zeros, meaning mucho dinero So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades And they all gettin Knicked like Melo Hello, Luda Tell theses other boys double up Cause I got some work all on my waste but I call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin, or playin double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts Let me tell this to the people not understandin my moxy Animal, watch me if you think its tangible, stop me But then I hit em with a flow that they cant even copy See we dont play that where Im from its like fantasy hockey Sup with the dog, thugs want a war Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for While you cuffin em all, Im stuffin her jaw Then leave em for you to rebound Kevin Love on the boards Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad Ill put you on a crash course in a Smartcar While Im speedin not relyin on the brake pad In a car that you should only drive on a race track So the lines about your phantoms and your Maybach Are ghost tales of the phantom, face facts You ruined hip-hop Slaughterhouse will payback Get in shape and a tatt We done faded to black Were so furiously dangerous Fur-fur-furiously dangerous Were so furiously dangerous F-fu-ur-furiously dangerous Fur-fur-fur-fur I went from eatin Top Ramen to bein Top Rhymer, check full of commas No regrets except for the drama I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind a long erection Now its time you bow down and erect a monu-ment in my honor Cause bitch Im bonker, plural In the whip with my Ivanka, pompous girls She on E, feelin on me, singin on-key While Im bumpin, We Are the World Got her sniffin Britney, no he didnt did he We run this town, No he isnt Diddy I feel like tiltlin the glass She take a sip with me She from the city of Jackson Call her Mississippi That was pretty witty Your man like a Black man tryna get re-elected He aint gettin diddley Stickin it to the pedal, pedal to the floor Just whippin it through the ghetto Metal in the door In case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy Referee mind state, I’m settlin the score I don’t know what ya’ll hatin for Wait, wait, know what, matter fact I don’t know what you’re waitin for I aint finna say nothin turn the bass up more til the speakers pop I get a kick outta that, like a sneaker spot See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears And his tongue in the air going na-na-na-nah-naaar Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar Everything I speak is hot Dont be mad at least everything you speak is I can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur My shit fly like Im launchin manure Lord of the underground, God of the sewer On Hennessy Black, on Con-to-the-jure Yeah, Im off the block This aint work, homie Im off the clock Im a syllable Hannibal killer A cannibal with a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable Ammo, lyrical animal off the top Rep that West til I walk with Pac We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crook and Joe, Royce New Ghost Rolls Royce pulled off the lot Pop me the only way you could stop me Im top seed, I clock green at mach speed So watch me if you havent seen a phenomenon Spit fast as Lamborghinis and Ramadan Were so furiously dangerous Fur-fur-furiously dangerous Were so furiously dangerous F-fu-ur-furiously dangerous Fur-fur-fur-fur I suggest you shut down Pack your ish and turn around Because tonight we run this town So let your feet swiftly hit the ground We too dangerous for the world5Embed

Off The Dome Freestyle Lyrics Uh, uh, uh, play that shit What the fuck you doing Stretch Gotta stretch your neck You better protect it I’mma Inspectah Deck Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho Paul Where’s my words at Yo see Slim Shady yo, where the birds at Being flipped the middle ones Rappers get these little ones in they mouth These little nuts, yeah Shit, I don’t care I ain’t afraid to admit it I got a little dick yeah, but so do you You scared to admit it You won’t spit it on this mother friggen mic Cause I will strike and smack your ass like a friggen fag And I don’t care if you get offended I never pretended to rock this microphone beef You wanna start it now we’ll end it Cause when I slip in the zone up on this microphone People want me to do a written rap but fuck that go home I don’t really give a damn I’ll kick right off of the top And everything that I drop always gonna remain hot Let on the spot, Slim, I mean woops, Grim it’s when im dim Yo, I’m in affect mode Rappers get they neck sewed Get they whole threshold fucked up Get they damn fleshed sewed Ha, ha I busted, I kill it, I crush it, I do it, the fluid, I spill it, I’m ill wit These motherfucking rhymes that I be coming with and running with and kick you in yo motherfucking stomach with bitch Cause you don’t want none of it Rappers always try but they always die And rappers always look to me and tried to lie Yo, where my dogs at Yo where my frogs at In the house, It really doesn’t matter cause I still turn it out When I step on this mic, smacking your spouse Ha, Ha The illest MC to come off the top When I get this drum off Yo Strech give me a break, let me catch my friggen breath And till` the death, bust rhymes till` there’s none left I’m wanted for theft and robbery And probably smack a bitch up in the lobby G Cause she don’t want none of me I’m the illest MC to ever hold a cordless on the planet earth and you’ll see That I’m from the friggen D Ya’ll don’t get my point I’m from Detroit Smoke your fake ass like a joint That’s the first simplest rhyme I ever said in my life But, at the end of the night I’ll still be fucking your wife Shit, I really don’t care your style needs to switch Cause you ain’t rich, that’s why you ain’t rich Remain underground, can’t come off the top You can’t drop rhymes nonstop like this I might twist my friggen dick up in your ear Rappers always wanna stand clear I’m a motherfucking landmine Ya’ll don’t understand mine I’m Slim Shady showing out like my tan line Ha, ha The illest MC to rhyme Every time the illest MC of our time I rhyme time and time twice but I’m nice With this mic device I slice right through your Adams apple I had a Snapple and a motherfriggen syringe Up in the bathroom I shouldn’t have but yo I boinked To any MC up in this shit who want some To any MC who wanna step up and get some Get done, fuck competition Let me catch my breath one more time Yo, I’m on a mission To stomp any MC comp I just trunked And swamp is this truamp a word?, no its not Yo, but here I go with this lyrical, lyricols, spiritual flows, that I flow so hysterical Driving MC’s crazy, Slim Shady, up in your motherfucking radio baby13Embed

First Word Freestyle Lyrics First Word, Excrement Exclimate, is that what you said? My next defense, against these extra men Who try to step to me and wanna have sex again Vaseline You little faggots, Ill spray em with gasoline They try to jack me off with Vaseline My ass is mean, I smash your spleen When I crash the scene Cell Phone With a cell phone, now who the hells home? Yall cant tell Paul how to throw me words Animal Crackers Cause animal crackers is what I do when I eat MCs like a cannibal backwards Ha ha, I got it, thats not it Fake rappers been spotted Broken Headphones Like broken headphones, you head home, you sped home You get your head blown, rappers try to step, they speak in the dead tones So I aint trying to hear them, give me another, word for your mother Stretch Armstrong Stretch Armstrong, my brother, coming with rhymes every time that I be drumming Running with this shit when I kick a bitch in the stomach And star wars, this cars a Taurus Yo, how many bars we hit tonight, cause Im drunk off Peanut Butter Off peanut butter, you see my dick and you start to stutter Start to utter, words that you shouldnt utter Mark Whalberg Cause Mark Whalberg is a small turd, and Imma step on him like dogshit A fore fist, so rappers just get off it, I come across with Pulp Fiction With pulp fiction, yo Ill eat you like a big gulp addiction Like slurpees, got herpes, got a hair piece, rest my anises Got brain damage, Im dumber than rain man is Theres mayonnaise on this, I need a plain sandwich Hurry up, give me one, rappers try to step to this static they wanna give me none Fresh vegetables With fresh vegetables, my testicles are hanging off to the left of you Youre bisexual, and theres a guy next to you, standing, rappers know that I Be- Preparation H Preparation H, you didnt even let me finish my rhyme Just shut up for one more time, while I just shine, on this Microphone, cause Imma be honest, any MC who tries to step to this Im making you a promise, that what? Give me a word Nostradamus That Nostradamus is blowing up your house, killing your foster mammas And coming back to get your parents, well I have it These rhymes are fourteen karat, solid gold Rappers step to me, you get your wallet stole Times Square In Times Square, I got blonde hair, Im higher than con air Rappers dont want to see me, Ill butt fuck Goldie Hawn bare In a lawn chair, cause Im there Kurt Russell With Kurt Russell, saying, Come here Goldie, you want my love muscle? I know you want it, I get blunted, then I Kick these, freestyles just like whipped knees Taxicab With a taxicab, Ill smack a bitch with a maxi pad Where we going? Dont ask me dad Leave me alone, Im not trying, to even hear you Dad, I hope youre fucking dying, off this porno mag Yo, did you see my ad? Yo, wait a minute, did you see my ass? Is what I meant to say, I meant to say a rhyme that goes this way is elementary For the century, Slim Shadys is gonna be the illest Flamingos What? Flamingos? My mother goes out and plays bingo Every single day, at the bingo hall, thats why my dick is single, small Didnt blow up, just dont give a what? A cuff? Didnt blow up, just dont give a what? A cuff? DTs fired But DTs fired, hes retired, hes not hired, yo Plus Im tired Of busting and spitting this rhyme nonstop, Im on top Taking records to the pawnshop, stretch Damn, see my big ick? Catch Put a D in front of it, rappers dont want none of it Coming with a ton of shit to spill, Slim Shady out, I get ill with the skill Baby, aight baby, Slim Shady Kick eighty million rhymes, till Im older than Grady Spilled gravy, all over my damn navy blue avi Bye bye1Embed

5 Star Generals Lyrics Of course, I rap til Im hoarse Add the sauce to them jive turkey MCs Say what you like, I toss Your theory, when you hear me like the guts of a dutch Snap caught you in the act, like Vivitar AF 2-5-5 Autofocus, clear vision Precision mics for people of all types Call the calvary, mic brutality Switch the pitch gradually Aqua, turn-table knocka, fresh like Binaca Jot the thoughts in my chronicles, remarkable styles Made an exit to spark mine Nuclear physics, mechanicals and phat rhymes They know the time, like a sundial, Im X-File Went to Bible class with a gun, blasted a nun Fuck Hell, Satan sent my ass to the sun I wasnt born, I was hatched, dumped in the trash With a note attached sayin, Someone please whip this brats ass! I never gave a rats ass or a flyin fuck Drivin drunk in a fire truck with the siren stuck Slammin the brakes, skiddin out, ‘cause the tires suck Went to pull you off my dick and got the pliers stuck You better run, ‘cause Im probably the only one Crazy enough to shoot your ass with a knife and stab you with a gun I like fire, you might see me start it Im slightly retarded, I miss my sanity since the night we departed Yo, Old World Disorder on some outnumber shit Wed rather go out of control than to be under it Yo, how you gonna win against us When we got nothin to lose? Must be confused, or prayin to a God that dont exist It wouldnt save your Bible-kissin asses even if he did We like to twist your mystic Genetic dead-end, dont got friends Skam and Shadowman, posting children for depression Stress in any language, say my name in Spanish Thats Chupacabra, suck the life out of you There wont be enough of your brain left to fill a teaspoon We two vanishing men that make the bad things blend And probably go platinum on the day that the world ends Rhymes that you never even heard before... Rhymes that you never even heard before... Rhymes that you never even heard before... Rhymes that you never even heard before... When it comes to beef, I gets relief when I kill and breathe Send a wreathe, get your family ready for the grief Ill knock your teeth; take your seat, like a thief Make you change your beliefs Burn a leaf before you go beneath Rappers, I kill em, down to Hell is where I send em Feelin my pen is illin so much I need some penicillin Jams Im spillin, ‘cause Im bound to it Kicking shit thats solitaire Your crown I rip, ‘cause rappers, you sound counterfeit You get a round of clips, if you play hard You stay scarred thinkin youre braveheart Youre in a graveyard, one in a mil, son Im ill when it comes to skills Wanna get killed or catch a dum-dum in your grill Rappers diminishin, in scrimmage Im good to the finish, Ill speak in English While your brothers are speakin in gibberish You touch the mic and Im out to bury your fingers You want some fame? Ill beat you up in front of Jerry Springer So pay the price, say they nice, when they play the dice Ill take your life, slay you twice, before you break your rights Cats who rap are feminine Im sendin this without the benefits Of cinema scents of cinnamon So submit it in your mental Since you find it essential to stencil simple sentences A sentence is simple, you banned from using writin utensils Whether Krylon, crayon, pen, or pencil Observe verse packed with syntax That causes skin cracks on impact Send a rap-shot to jaw with a crack and thwack Send them whack-men back To the lab to add what most of them lack I can hand you a manual To make what I plan to do more tangible You still wouldnt understand the full concept It slips through your fingers like sand granules Scan the land and the blue sea annually And you will see which animals eat amphibians From spittin up that written stuff; it’s all the same It’s the reason for cyphers prematurely spittin up Ironic, phonics show my flow is far from ambionic To be honest, no hits of chronic in my bionic, Im beyond it The texture of my lecture is complex like a professor Skeptics greet me exceptional when I bless sound receptacles Much stretchin through my vestibules Turns crews to vegetables They grab my testicles and cup em Fuck em, bless em—Who? What? Rhymes that you never even heard before... Rhymes that you never even heard before... Rhymes that you never even heard before... Rhymes that you never even heard before...4Embed

Stan Lyrics 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, F 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 - who didnt want him I know you probably hear this every day, but Im your biggest fan I even got the underground stuff 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 - 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 clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But 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, I hope you have a chance I aint mad, I just think its fucked up you dont answer fans If you didnt want 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 crummy man, youre like his favorite 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 bein 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 crummy 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 with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds Its like adrenaline, the pain is such a sucker 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 clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Mr. Im-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans Thisll be the last package I ever send your ass Its been six months, and still no word—I dont deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on em perfect So this is my cassette Im sendin you, I hope you hear it Im in the car right now, Im doin 90 on the freeway Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin But didnt, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? Thats kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin Now its too late, Im on a thousand downers now—Im drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together—think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you cant sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you cant sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you cant breathe without me See, Slim—shut up, - ! Im tryin to talk Hey, Slim, thats my girlfriend screamin in the trunk But I didnt slit her throat, I just tied her up—see? I aint like you ‘Cause if she suffocates shell suffer more and then shell die too Well, gotta go, Im almost at the bridge now Oh, shoot, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this shit out?! My teas gone cold Im wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy You said your girlfriends pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, Im really flattered you would call your daughter that And heres an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap Im sorry I didnt see you at the show, I mustve missed you Dont think I did that sht intentionally just to diss you But whats this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin, dawg, come on, how messed up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin To help your ass from bouncin off the walls when you get down some And whats this junk about us meant to be together? That type of junkll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that youll be doin just fine If you relax a little, Im glad I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just dont want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one - on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didnt say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was—it was you Damn…5Embed

My Drug Addiction LyricsI dont know what point exactly it started to be a problem, I just remember liking it more and more, whenever people would try to help me I would say get that fucking person outta here, I cant believe they said that shit to me, they dont know anything about me or my life. Its not like Im out here snorting coke or shooting heroin up my arm. Its either you have a problem and can you control it or you cant, I literally thought I could control it until I overdosed during Christmas of 2007. Had I got to the hospital about two hours later, I would have died. My organs were shutting down. My liver, kidneys, everything. They were gonna have to put me on dialysis, they didn’t think I was gonna make it. I remember coming out of rehab and relapsing and shooting right back up to where I was when I overdosed. I was ransacking my whole house just looking for a stash of Vicodin that I maybe hidden away and then I found some in my basement wrapped up it was the extra strength ones. After I got out of rehab I did not sleep for three week straights I mean like not even nodding off for a fucking minute I would just sit up and stare at my TV. I would walk around my house and thinking every single day, Im gonna fucking die. Im looking at my kids, and like, I need to be here for them. Im growing. I just couldn’t believe that anybody could be naturally happy or naturally function or be just enjoying life in general without being on something The doctors told me Id done the equivalent of four bags of heroin, I was addicted Valium, Ambien, the numbers got so high I didnt even know what I was taking anymore. It never once hit me that drug addiction runs in my family, now that I understand that I’m an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it now. I wanted to make an overall statement — I’m back. It was a slow process. You gotta remember I hadn’t recorded a song sober in seven years. So it took me a while to even feel like I could record a song sober … I don’t know the last time I shot a video sober, without drinking or taking anything. It’s been years. I almost feel like a little kid again with rap, I wanna play around with different flows. If I don’t feel like it’s what I’m fully capable of, if there’s one weak line, I wanna change it. Rap was my drug It used to get me high and then it stopped getting me high. Then I had to resort to other things to make me feel that. Now rap’s getting me high again. So I would say to anybody, it does get better, you know. It just does.20Embed

8 Mile: Cheddar Bob Freestyle Lyrics Cheddar, I can rip you to a shred of cheddar cheese Theres not a better MC than me Im B-Rabbit, bitch, sting like a bee, float like a butterfly What am I? So what if I cut a guy? Did I s-s-stutter, guy? Leave you punch-drunk from lunch truck to Shelter You never felt the wrath or felt the skelter, melt ya Got the belt for the welterweight champ You got in wit a fake stamp Garbage bag full of clothes, still pullin hoes Rip you from head to toe, from leg to bullet hole Next gun, pull it slow And aim at the Free World fore you let it go Instead of Oh, I just shot my dickhead And yes, you do got a big head I cant call it, Cheddar, wheres your wallet? Youre so drunk, you can outdrink the alcoholics Make em say Damn, Cheddars the man He needs a can surgically removed from his handEmbed

Freestyle LyricsDie Bitches, Check it out bitches All you bitch ass rappers Need to get your clit repierced, Look at me, hip, Im Britney Spears Look at the way I wear my mascara How you doing Im Pristina Gaguilera, And I sing songs about a genie in a bottle And Im Britney Spears I got big tits, Im a role model To all little kids But I got breast implants That was the only way to get my chest enhanced And here I go with the lyrical, miracle, spiritual everytime im incredible With freestyles from the top that I drop And my instinct Is to kill NSync And the Backstreet Boys It really doesnt matter coz I got a scratchy voice Yo, check it out But you ask me I aint gonna be happy til I see every member of the Backstreet Boys Getting their ass beat In the back seat of a taxi, And dropped of on the real backstreet And somebody black sees five little rich white boys Looking like faggots With the N-word painted on the back of their jackets Ohhhhh And god damn it Cant stop there Whats up? Its over And this just Some Bacardi and Mountain Dew And wonder how we tune is Ten million1Embed

8 Mile Road Lyrics Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-UNIT! This rap shit plays a major part in my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight G-Unit! And I aint stoppin till my clique poppin Swimmin in barrels of money Ma can walk around with her head up, cuz her child aint a dummy Its funny, niggas would rather see you sufferin and hungry Im comfy as hell, skatin with another niggas money You lyin your ass off, you know you aint that tough Im pullin your mask off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, a piece of the game, or Artillery thats about as long as a chainsaw Im wide awake but it still feels like Im dreamin Forty cal. under my pillow, condom full of my semen The physical presence of a females the form of a demon Thats why I, fuck em and leave em Get my nut while Im breathin Cause they thought theyd catch me slippin, now Im duckin and trippin Thats a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin? You trippin, more records could get my ass in position Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through Mama bitchin in and out the kitchen With probable cause, Papa was in and out of prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you Chi Chi, get the yayo Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train, What! Chi Chi, get the yayo Picture me being crack You can sniff me, cut me, Ill turn you to a junkie Im the number one seller in the whole fuckin country Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane Im smuggled, Im nothin but trouble Ill make your money double Cook me in baking soda Ill turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover Ill pay all your bills and fill your frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater You can put me in your door panels or your stashbox Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards You tryin to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto Picture me polishin pistols, Im comin to get you The shells hit you, you screamin Think Im playin? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin Start to wave em and boy shell cases get to droppin If Jeffreys down the corner, I got too much pride to hide Im outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin Im stoppin Im dyin to pop it, Im young and Im restless, you know the contestants As the world turns, theres lessons to be learned Count all my blessins, clean up my weapons Im ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like 50 nice chain Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games Ballin out, cant stop gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga you see me! I wonder if you mad, cause Im doin good Or cause niggas feelin me more than you in your own hood And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back Cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust a gat You pussy Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga They know you fuckin frontin nigga Talkin all that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my hood nigga Read the Daily News nigga you see them talkin about me nigga Im in the middle of all kinds of shit Pussy, lets get it poppin G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!1Embed

Last Kings Lyrics Death Row, thats where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, Im caught up in this sickness I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness Wonder if theyll catch me, or will this nigga snitch Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich? Dont wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped Hawkin while Im walkin, and talkin behind my back Im kind of schizophrenic, Im in this shit to win it Cause lifes a Wheel of, Fortune heres my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggas gettin jealous tryin to find my stash Whip out the nine, now imma dime off yo ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear Im nothin nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, Im sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend Its trouble on my mind, Im with the old timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow. turn em into forty-niners Bye bye, I was never meant to live Cant be positive, when the ghettos where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops dont understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldnt hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger Im down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my cell, is 16 as well Its hard to adapt, when youre black and youre trapped in a livin Hell I shouldnta let him catch me Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmates raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn They made me an animal Cant sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibals And thats how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy, lets face it Shit, basically theyre just playing sick They aint shit, they aint saying shit, spray em 50 A to the K, get in the way Ill bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into fucking mayhem, you staying with me? Dont let me lose you, Im not trying to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I getting through to you? You know whats coming, you motherfuckers dont even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers Theres nothing spookier You now about to witness the power of Embed

The People’s Champ LyricsI told the world one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back They ask me am I okay, they ask me if Im happy Are they asking me that because of the shit thats been thrown at me This is a beat with no words at first, it’s a blank painting Exercising the mind, it’s brain strength training My motto is live by the bottle So why is my supply low? Bring in a truckload with a high-low My name is Chauncey Billups, Im kind of like a raunchy Phillips Screwdriver, my crews live when you cant sleep and youre still up I came in this game with, bad intentions And I aint budged, not even an inch since then Lava on my lips I flips, wake up think I have a cramp Im trying to shove the lava lamp up my fathers ass Got my self esteem back, got my confidence up Im gonna step up on this stage now, Im gonna strut Shady man, I done told you once homie to easy up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not4Embed

Hip Hop Lyrics Yeah... Huh... Turn my mic up a little bit Hit some of this Cali guido Listen to some motherfucking... Everybody got a little story they gotta tell Niggas aint heard my shit...hahaha The life of Bizarre...what! Hip hop, thats the way of life If you think youre nice, then go grab the mic Let me tell you my story, cause everybody got one Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some Always told myself that I would never be losing Man, I aint had no hood, my mother was always moving From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit Goddamn, Mama, whats the point? So I would go in my room and pack my little bags Jump in the truck with my step-dad When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger Got a little older, man, the force got stronger And me and my rap partner wasnt seeing eye to eye So he picked up and started a group with some other guys This is hip hop, man, I wont stop Yo Big Boi Gimme a beatbox beatbox Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop Hip hop Hip hop From the Hip Hop Shop to Maurice Malone Ten years later, Im still in the zone 7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born United we stand, divided we swore And hell yeah, I lived in my car Bitch, I was homeless, I would have slept in a jar And Dirty Management, I wish all the best But me and my niggas, we had to do whats best It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts Checks started to bounce, niggas couldnt buy an ounce And now that we platinum, they diss our name Like we wont go to the car and get them thangs And beef, sometimes you dont have a choice From the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and niggas in the club To the e-dubs and niggas you aint heard of And man, I dont know how to use a gun But Ill learn quick if the fucking beef come! Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop Hip hop Hip hop Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop Id rather be fishing in flip flops, flip flops Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did, I Cant see no country singers beefing over some guitar Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger When I was younger I was so eager To have a gun I would do the same Couldnt wait to get to the shooting range Me and my man Goofy Gary just trying to let loose some steam Motherfuckers laughing cause I couldnt aim So Id pull the fucking target closer and just shoot the thang I used to have this theory: keep three bullets in the gun It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan For each bullet if you got no CCW license I tried to apply for one, they said itd take five-six months What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come? Hide that sumbitch in the glovebox or inside the trunk Now, back to what my three-bullet theory was Im triple platinum, I aint trying to catch no murder one Figured Id shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one But them other two gon fuck his shoulder and his kneecap up Then Imma say its self defense, how come I had the gun? Was because I was at the range, on my way back from This dude approached me on some bullshit Id get a year for each bullet at the most As opposed to having a full clip in that That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety But it gave me power, and it made me crazy And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it Thank God it was empty the night that I got caught with it What the fuck, man I thought that it was supposed to be Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop Hip hop Hip hop3Embed

1998 Wake Up Show Freestyle LyricsBroke the rubber Busted a nut up in your mother So how you feel about having another little brother Nasty motherfucker Talking like a trucker Snatch your bitch up out of your track I Smack her up and fuck her Always talk shit high Smoking chocolate Thai So yall can die Just by walking by giving an awkward eye Ive lost my motherfreaking marbles Smelling like a brewery Jewelling at the way your jewellery sparkles Head full of charcoals Smoked out brain particles Burning holes in clothes articles A retarded fool since I started school Burned the weed before I learned to read Disregarded rules Skip the classes to blaze the blunt ashes Kissing front dashes and smashing up cars like stunt crashes Hall passes for restrooms Chewing mushrooms Doing rush fumes in the lunch room Looking nervous Liquor in my thermos Hung with hermits who carry guns without permits Staring at the bitch with firm tits Jacking off Aiming straight for both lips when my sperm spits9Embed

Green Lantern Lyrics 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, the dream team We gotta get the get well cards, niggas is sick Feel this, nonstop Motion picture shit, haha Now dont think I wont hit you cause Im popular I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha Catch ya slippin Imma give you what I got for ya My clip loaded wit 16 shots for ya Never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you? Homie you aint been through what I been through You not like me and Im not like you Im like a animal wit it when I spit it its crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryina play me One shot is not enough you need least an Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin woozy I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies Im gangsta to the core nigga you cant move me I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spray shells through your convertible Lotus, you notice? Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is war You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that Yeah I know you like that Green Lantern Shady Records Anger Management Tour, homie Yeah2Embed

Eminem’s Tattoos LyricsA body map of Eminems tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left Stomach: Rot in Pieces Left Arm: Slim Shady/ Ronnie half sleeve Right Arm: Bonnie & Clyde half sleeve Right Forearm: D Hailie Jade Slit Me Left Forearm: 12 Proof Tribal band5Embed

XXL Freestyle Lyrics Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space Imma sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e Im more than ill Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill Human horror film But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me Cause Imma still be the Madd Rapper Whether I got money or not As long as Im on pills, and I got plenty of pot Ill be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht But I would like an award For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for? Everybodys pissin me off; even the No Limit Tank Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off No shit Im a great danger to my health Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself? Ight, yo Where the fuck yall at, nigga? 1Embed

Our Way Lyrics We them back pack niggas Rap rap niggas You’ll be talking shit about all day Internet underground, niggas Our intellect just wont allow us to make records yall way Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker Guess that we them back pack niggas Rap rap niggas Who will never sell a record, no way Guess what sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way Dear mister end all be all of an opinion Fuck what you’re saying, you’ve got fans but we’ve got minions Plus Eminem got Stans like an arena, I went and seen it From abroad to back home, yall aint got to clap We’re gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry Gods work let’s get real All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62 But it ain’t no industry business I ain’t privy to Yeah and for yall niggas that tired of it Just lay down and picture your soul over your body Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker Guess that we them back pack niggas Rap rap niggas Who will never sell a record, no way Guess what sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way Check my rhyme, timeline, I took time with every line Now I dont rhyme unless a check gets signed My bank account, it don’t look bad I got house gang, hood swag Im a Crook thatll Jump Off with five 9s or a good jab Hell yeah, I could brag, dude aint never switch Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac in my book bag You mad little nigga cause Im holding the belt Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself I’m here for the duration, you’re here to reputation Slide them Dres over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation ‘Cause if YAOWA on that motherfucker Yaowa going in Yall wan be mad go right ahead but once again Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker Guess that we them back pack niggas Rap rap niggas Who will never sell a record, no way Guess what sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way As a poster child for Photoshop my whole image was wrong Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son Clothes I used to borrow some now its name brand drawers Just so my dick can see how far Ive come Changing the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels Thats how they drape judging of shapes I should keep mine in stables They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that shits pathetic Shouldered the blame its a shame it took hindsight to give me credit I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal There’s no other outcome when you question my will Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker Guess that we them back pack niggas Rap rap niggas Who will never sell a record, no way Guess what sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way They say I’d never make it, never make it My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog I yellow tape it For lyrical murder, I’m on the verge of my next merger Had to crawl before I walk so after I ex Gerber I took it a step further I took over the web servers I took over the west word to these fresh words And rode the wave of web surfers A circus- that’s what this industry makes me think about Cause selling outs a shortcut integritys the scenic route But you have never seen a crew or better team While you forever sleep we’re doing everything you fuckers dream about Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker Guess that we them back pack niggas Rap rap niggas Who will never sell a record, no way Guess what sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way2Embed

Who Want It Lyrics Yeah, we back baby! I told yall we was comin back Detroit What, bitch? Its Trick-Trick! And motherfuckin Slim Shady! Gettin back, yo! Get your motherfuckin hands up! Weve been accused of everything from chest wets to death threats The best yet and niggas gettin they neck checked Best check to protect, Detroit aint only known For the best threats, so bet, we got decks And collect debt and rest the goon squad We wreck your whole set, we rep the Mid-West You rappin niggas get wrong, speak on us on your songs We sendin them home, stones thrown and broken bones Better leave us the fuck alone, keep it runnin thru niggas Cant even stomach what the D got comin And waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops, boy We poppin off shots and guaranteein a spot at the top First place for niggas gettin got You think you fuckin with Trick and Eminem, but no, you not, motherfucker So next time you see us be sure that you make a hole And when they mention the D, get down on all fours Got big killas with big guns Come to my hood, get some Wanna start shit in the club, boy Touched up Fucked up Got big killas with big guns Come to my hood, get some Wanna start shit in the club, boy Touched up Fucked up Ooh, wow, look at the bitches up in this club Man Im gettin me some digits fore I leave up out this mug And its like boom pow, wham, bam, thank you maam I aint kissin you on the lips but Ill be glad to shake your hand Now lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight Just let me pick the chick that Ima leave here with tonight fore we get to fightin And threw out, this music makes me rowdy How they gonna play that new Trick-Trick and expect no one to get their shit split? Its just too wild, and one more shot of Hpnotiq And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic And blow a fuse out, homies is like, Youre startin to stagger And Im like, Nah thats just my swagger and Im dancin with this fat girl And gettin loose now, I dont wanna fight, I feel like partyin Til this idiot dumps his Bacardi on my cardigan And knocks my screws out, it never fails, I know Im goin to jail I might as well take the laces out my shoes now Got big killas with big guns Come to my hood, get some Wanna start shit in the club, boy Touched up Fucked up Got big killas with big guns Come to my hood, get some Wanna start shit in the club, boy Touched up Fucked up I hear them screamin, Goddammit, there go the Eminem in him It aint no hittin him, they think that we just clanked up, but he been with them Its Trick and them Goon Squad gangstas, you cant get to him We down for the bang and the brawl but now we killin em See, ever since we started you mightve had to pardon Our heart is from the largest city, they sayin that we retarded And on us, so stop, some of their artists got dropped You think Im playin? Then bring it, come on lets see what you got We make the club go bang gunshot, you got that light noise See, aint nobody fuckin with this nigga and this white boy Done been through the realest and the pros, treated their best like hoes We put the thugs on and make em beat up out of they clothes We dont give a fuck about nothin you used to do Your record is equivalent to a high school musical No blamin Jimmy Lovine, Paul or Dre Blame me for everything I say, cause I got him nigga Got big killas with big guns Come to my hood, get some Wanna start shit in the club, boy Touched up Fucked up Got big killas with big guns Come to my hood, get some Wanna start shit in the club, boy Touched up Fucked up No-damn-body Fuckin around, cuttin these niggas heads off1Embed

Take the Whole World With Me Lyrics Check this out This is Bizarre And this is the rap king DJ Butter From tha Outsidaz Bam Bam Bam! Dirty Dozen Outsidaz Taking the whole world with me Two blunts and Im bringing ya girl with me Im high like Redman Trippin with a tab of acid in my headband The names Pacewon Ill kick that ass quickly When I die, Im a try to take the whole world with me Four rhymes penetrate ya kidneys When I die, Im a try to take the whole world with me Take it with me Take it with me The whole world with me Ill be hittin you with rude shit I be rollin like crews with new whips Call it stupid but Ive mastered the fantastic ghetto bastard More rap style to kick that ass with Rough as Brillo, nympho Spreading like info More than the Jacksons got kinfolk Ya crew not strong They stink like ya mothers feet When she walk in shoes with no socks on Light as popcorn Me disciplining fresh emcees that youd be scared to rock for Im low down and Im shifty When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me Most emcees get slapped cause they sissy When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me Im in a soundproof booth without a roof Drunk off 180 proof Vodka with Dr. Ruth We in the vocal room inhalin magic markers Sitting in the dark lightin our blunts with sparklers We got my man Pacewon behind the boards Because we tied the engineer up with outlet cords Bizarres in tha lobby with the Beatles Smokin bowls, pokin holes in his veins with dirty needles We get all doped up from poppin uppers And run a train on Foxy Brown without rubbers Smokin homegrown drugs Thats why you can barely tell what the fuck were saying like Bone Thugs Hittin blunts till my lungs get too much smoke And take one more short toke before I snort coke Shit, I been doing lines all day My minds all clay from smelling Pine Sol spray What, no hold up hold up hold up Smokin laced weed wrapped up in a fruit roll up My lungs are all swol up about to bust open Im just hopin I dont die from snortin crushed Motrin I need drugs, somebody fix me When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me 12 bluntz plus Im bringin ya girl with me When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me Im not comin back, so dont send no one to get me When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me Fuck that, gimmee all my shit free When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me Wack emcees theres a new sheriff in town Put ya guns down and die with an ill frown! Tha Outsidaz doin uppas and downas Clowners, even massa scared to hang around us Im a slob that dont have job Peep through your window to steal the cook from ya mom We just starters, yall niggas hit the bitches Smackin more hoes than Jo Jackson has felony convictions Clouds of mushrooms I just cant see Pull me out tha bathroom Im bout to OD! Nasty, dirty some say Im filthy Everytime I drop a rap Im a be like MMMRRRRPHHH! Crazy high, have no fear Eat the pussy of a girl with burning diarrhoea Im ready to box so the bell go ding ding My crews more stupid and whack than Zazu from Lion King Whos the big guy high off Chocolate Thai If you disrespect me youll lyrically die Somebody hide me, somebody get me When I die I take the whole world with me Im bout to do your girl named Cindy When I die I take the whole world with me Your grandma said I give as good as plenty When I die I take the whole world with me You know my flow is so ill Emcees on the microphonell get verbally killed3Embed

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I let my chopper off on Facebook Live, yeah Im doin every drug on Instagram right now  I let my chopper off on Facebook Live, yeah Im doin every drug on Instagram right now D-d-dab, d-d-dab, d-d-dab, in five minutes, you can skip this ad In five minutes, you can skip this ad, yeah, d-d-dab Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Metaphors in Medu Neter, leave you dead on the stretcher Kemetic intelligence with a melanin texture Im addressin the elephant, you fellas is steppin A Weapon X in my skeleton to set off metal detectors Tinted windows in a rental with a pistol, nigga I can get you, but Ima hit you on a instrumental Presented by Em, ho , and I’m Imhotep Surgical like that medical expert Now I got a nine piece, aim it at your mind Better pray, better find your God Im feelin like Pac, better call on Yahweh Amun-Ra, nigga find Allah Find Allah, because Im rippin artists to shreds That mean find your arm, leg, leg, arm and your head That shit inside of me is sick as sodomy Stickin gonorrhea dick inside of a body thats already dead Im top dog like a bottomless pit But I dont do tricks, except when Im cockin your bitch She in the mall, shopping for shit She throwin a tantrum, damn I mean copping a fit Face it, you aint shit But me and my brothers able to shape-shift One minute Im Demi, the other minute Im Kenny The other minute Im apeshit Julius take this Im from another planet, I came here in a space ship Im a savior, here to save the generation My rapping cadence is captivating Call it trap music All I need is a Eminem beat My pen and my sheet, my nigga, thats the minute I beast And everyone in the vicinity can get it, even if they innocent Cause I be killin indiscriminately Yall claim to be ready, you not But ready or not, Im gunnin for whoever on top How many songs did Julius spit on and go cold savage? Nigga, you can bet its a lot I be sittin in the dark while Im plottin on the next person Ima bury, I call it a burial plot And fuck the cops, I punch the cops Put hands on 12 like a hour after 11 oclock You wanna battle with the Family Bvsiness? Thats insanity, you gotta be kiddin I got an insatiable appetite, snack on every wack nigga spittin Graduated from the academy of cannibalism Let me release my secret I murder motherfuckers to release my demons Takin a non stop run all night On a cold pursuit to murk Liam Neeson Murk anybody, I dont need a reason Cold motherfucker, I must be anemic Yall some walking dead men When I swing my bat with spikes on it like a scene from Negan Please believe, its finna be a lot of bleedin Nigga, this shit aint for the weak and squeamish When its beefin season, nigga think of leavin You can leave in peace or you can leave in pieces Too motherfucking deadly, lets see If a nigga really wanna test me I wear a vest to protect me When Im shootin, my vest is kinda like a teammate who sets screens We the best, nigga, not just on the West We the best thing since Rakim, we the next kings Yall rappers just aint us Yall some fake fucks, like a movie sex scene Yall trash, I aint feelin anybody Clip full of hollow tips, fill up anybody You can find me in the audience of my enemy stage show You can stage dive, Im willin to catch a body Yall be runnin when we come to your city Ima light a nigga up, if you wanna get litty Just when you thought it was over You forgot my little brother was with me, hold on There really, really isnt many fucking with Kenny My nuggie forgive me There isnt any fucking with Kenny unless she loving my jimmy Lettin’ me rub on her titties while Im all up on that kitty Niggas afraid of what Im bustin like Im clutching a semi Niggas wondering how long youve been a menace Well, its been a minute Been malicious when a nigga pennin, puttin venom in it Pick a sickness, bet about a million, and Im iller than it Never get it twisted, niggas dealing with a killer in this bitch Fam Bvs quiet, thats code Id have to kill you if I ever told Pop you right after supplying info That’ll be you literally dying to know Jiminy Cricket, Kenny is sick as Lemony Snicket’s For an infinity offending these finicky bitches Better be a friend of me, my enemy finna be missin I got bars for life, like Im livin in prison Kill em whenever I kick it two times eight What you kickin is trash like Little Chris in Friday Im a shark, thats why Im great, you live bait Im swimmin in the tears of my enemies, who cry lakes You bout as light as a bulb That mean you light weight Me, Im such a fucking heavy weight If I stomp the ground, buildingsll levitate Ill when I regulate, real when I educate Will set the record straight, chill when I meditate Skill, itll resonate, millions are devastate Killin whoever hate, kneel when I delegate Still gotta dedicate, steel to you featherweights Real shit I predicate, billions of replicates Zillions will speculate, my will finna separate The real from whoever fake, fillin the septic tank ‘Cause you full of shit, thats how I feel when your record play Run the block like Dikembe, comprende? Come for top, when your chick pray for dick play Hump her chops, like a sensei on Wednesday Give it a magic, a Johnson, thats MJ Hit her box in my Jordans, thats MJ Moonwalkin in the pussy, thats MJ She in love with a renegade, thats Em, Jay You aint fuckin with a rapping lord Im cutthroat, like I swallowed half a sword A rap thesaurus, a colossal raptor or Tyrannosaurus roars when I rap record Fuck your rap awards, youre wack for sure And I mean it in the worst way You wouldnt have dope word play, even if you had to snort Half a quarter key off of a Scrabble board You cant test me, nigga, you cant press me Brain full of anger, I do what the pain lets me Address me correct or you catchin a fade lefty I go crazy, the flow wavy I snap like me and DJ Khaled was ridin the same jet ski Been in it a minute, my nigga the game blessed me The gang repped me I get cash money with some LA Kings, call me Lil Wayne Gretzky14Embed

’99 Tim Westwood Freestyle Lyrics Blastin off Yo, Im sayin though You understand whats going on right now, London? One two, one two, one two One two, one two, one two Yall done started something that you cant undo Yo, yo Im up in the spot with Tim Westwood You wanna step to this? You better use your best foot Flawless freestyles I drop right off the top Take a bottle of beer and bite off the top Right of the block, straight to your neighborhood The flavors good in London and Ima stay for good Yo, check it out, its Slim Shady I rip the radio right off of the S baby Yall cant see me cause yall dont wanna even be it Yall dont understand these freestyles when I MC it Original bad boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place, blowed and sprayed Puffy with mace I lace the weed with insect repellent, better check to smell it Eminem starts with E, better check to spell it With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple I got an aspirin capsule trapped on my Adams apple Somebody dropped me on my head and Im for sure That my mother did it, but the bitch wont admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was 6 months And said Im ready now bitch, aint you feelin these kicks, cunt? The world aint ready for me yet, I can tell Ill probably have a cell next to the furnace in hell Im sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs And Im hotter than my dick is, when I piss and it burns I kick you in the tummy until youre sick to your stomach And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it Hit you in the head with a brick til you plummet If yall dont like me, you can suck my dick til you numb it And all the gibberish you was spittin, you need to kill it Cause your style is like dyin in my sleep, I dont feel it And any MC that try to step to this Ill throw you right off of the roof Ayo, bust it, Proof! Hey listen One of a kind and I come with the time Havin fun with the rhyme until Im done with your mind Listen, now every MC got a story Well, mine is me and my story hasnt involved me before me Im sorry too when my style to be proved Ayo since Big Daddy Kane fell off they dont know how to be smooth Yo, I seen a fat rodent walk in with Paul Rosen With a gat in holdin, talkin bout he DeShaun Holton Its the same thing, we bust when it come through With Tim Westwood, your best foot forward Cant do that, here it is, put your good foot We mack yall, like yall was some hoes on Wood wood No time for that, flatbacks when you rap, counterattack With a battle axe, you collapse from them whack raps You try to spit to me, I make you all know Im a genius If I hear hyenas Come back holdin my―yo, no need to cuss, bust Yo we cant say that keep it the cleanest, the meanest Slim Shady, next single was My Fault Yall caught outlined in chalk, incredible as the Hulk While I settle for swart, its the P-R-letter O Sex is hetero, cash more checks than federal, you better know How you feel about they got a dope cheddar flow And my man Dee Teezy, straight from Stress magazine Bag a scene, we drag your queen Like shes a man dressed up, how you feel you get pressed up Left up, its time for that P-R-O-O, you get Fd up Yeah its time for that mind combat Next up my man Slim Shade when we rhyme at Last night I ODd on rush, mushrooms and dust And got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed Shucks, Im an alcoholic and thats all I can say Ive called in to work cause all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades and take about a bottle a day Of Tylenol 3 and talk about how violent Ill be Give me 11 Excedrin and my headll spin Medicinell get me revvin like a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls til I shred the skin Doctor check this rash, look how red its been Its probably AIDS, forget it then Ill strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows That dont even make sense like dykes usin dildos So reach in your bill folds for 10 duckets And pick up the Slim Shady stuff thats on Rawkus Somethin somethin somethin somethin, I cant read it My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldnt read it Ayo, the truth hurt when Proof hurt Move the whole Earth beneath your feet just like loose dirt So F your politics if you swallow, feel the hollow tips rip Through your collar disc, learn your knowledges Then burn your colleges, I touch your grill With the skill of a dermatologist, your turn to follow this Acknowledge this head cracker, ho smacker Whack rapper attacker, internet hacker No slacker, best factor, Midwest bracket Yeah, you know about it, its us on your jacket DJ Headscratcher like a hatchet, who can match it? Make you go-go like Gadget, perform magic Without a wand, I drop bombs without Saddam A vet without Nam, I make sense without common ground Im still down yall with my first crew You got a fly style, I down that just like curfew Yo, Im worth two ears and a mind full of attention Plus Im CEO of the whack MC prevention Listen to a real gift over ill riffs Cause you on the mic, me and Slim aint tryna hear like Will Smith Your careers not over with, come here to cope a spit We heat the sub yall before the supernova hit I know the truth, so now I’m baring all I made R. Kelly confess he stole his first style from Aaron Hall A whack MC with a gun, Im not one And when see Kurt Cobain tell him bring back my shotgun I got one style for all yall bazooka Ayo, if I was 2Pac, Id come back from Cuba Rhyme with me when I push on her tooters Tryna get wild and then we bust like Lugers Me and my man Slim Shady, we pen great-y Take our 80 MCs, you know West what, what What, what, what What Aight, aight Yo, yo yo One more time I come back Slingin the wack, yo Im the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrollin corners Lookin for hookers to punch in the mouth for a roll of quarters Im meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Senior And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth With a messed up childhood, that I use as an excuse And aint nothin changed, I kept the same mind state Since the third time that I failed 9th grade Youll 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 Pfft, why not? Blow your brain out, Im blowin mine out Forget it, you only live once you might as well die now Yeah, best the way it is Roll your tape recorders, we came to the London borders Walk in a caster store, put on a master score Blast your four, then I trash your store Your woman start to scream so I stab your whore Jet out your door faster than a Labrador Yeah, yeah Smokin herb and still we spit On this microphone, they say Im allowed to say, shit So Ima say it as much as I can Cause it dont matter cause Im the man With a frickin beer in my hand I said, frick cause I was respectin Tim Westwood Yall wanna step to this, yo I come from the best hood Detroit, the Motown, where it goes down Kick the flow sound, rappers they know now But kick a pro now Ayo Back and forth, me and Em dont need to practice Yall lack this, we stick you like a cactus You scream like a actress, the fact is Yall cant see us in 99, 2000 3000, 4000 arousin styles And 3 plus, yall wanna be us But none of yall can see us Even if yall had some new bifocals, I try locals So yall die roiled locals cause I smoked you Plus I provoke you and then I bust Freestyles yall cant trust, Im like Canibus I bust, can I bust? No, you cant Well, yes I can cause Im Slim Shady and Im the man Ayo We flex styles like a bicep I found out where Canibus money went I borrowed a dollar from Wyclef Rhyme deaf MCs need to try this You cant get with this, make you on the minus Plus that, we bust back, yo F that Rap that, step up and get flat And its time for yall to hear whats this years around Detroit been quiet long enough Ayo Slim, I need you to back me up My freestyles aint connectin They let em start respectin We disrespectin Well, Ima check then with dirty needles Its two of us but were not the Beatles Cause there was three of them, and I am seein them But yall aint seein Em even if I was drivin in the BM in the PM With the top up and the top down, dont matter cause I rock now Yo, yall can hear the Glock sound, 2Pac now Yo, thats what I am when I bust, this lyrical image Yall cant just betray the scrimmage That I be killin when I be bustin and Im crushin Any MC leave em with no freakin discussion Run up in your house then I shot your wife Ayo Em, hold these Tylenol 3s while I rock the mic Weed lacer, ninety-seven burgundy blazer Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury Tracer Im on some loc shit, some fed up with this bein broke shit Im not to joke with, yo, I dont sell crack, I smoke it Aight? Blastin off, aight? We blastin off right now, London! Tim Westwood baby, you dont understand right now! We bombin the whole land on some Vietnam shit, yo! Where we spawn yo! Yeah Blast off You understand whats going on right now, London? You dont understand, you dont understand Yo, we tryin to get your attention now London You cant handle the truth You can hate me now You dont faze me now Im so drunk Im throwin up now You cant hate me now You cant deflect me now Yo, Slim, rock that funky shit! Hand me an .8, beam me up and land me in space Ima sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e Im more than ill, scarier than a white person Trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill, human horror film But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me Cause Ima still be Madd Rapper, whether I got money or not As long as Im on pills, and I got plenty of pot Ill be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht But I would like an award For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might just end up back-strikin a Ford And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for Everybodys pissin me off; even the No Limit Tank Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off No duh Im a great danger to my health Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself? You can hate me now Yeah, hate us Ha, ha, ha! Need to run for cover Eminem is white, but he still my brother Slim Shady, known to go and smoke crack But you and Charli Baltimore got something in common, you both whack How you feel about that? No need to jock em You so whack you make Master P sound like Rakim When its time to bust yall, when we trust yall, we dust yall Who yall? Break your balls like cue balls I know who you are, you RuPaul Do stall, for those try to fall and try to brawl All yall get bust up and banged up, framed up How many MCs bring my name up? The same slut said the same thing, its freestyle No need to rehearse, my verse is universal Curse a flow, crush you like Hershel Walker Allie Sparker, three day sparker highland Parker chalker You MCs cant get darker than the Midwest bracket Its us, me and Emzee Come right there, we feeling flimsy Tipsed up, one time lifetime we ripped up Its bad to the evil, met that, now its all to say Death rap, fuck hoes, dont even say get blast away, passed away Blasted ass, hey yo, they say were Aftermath Slim Shady, you heard that, my words black But bust you up cause you preferred that To hear me now, preferred that, the surgical snipe Preserved you with life, Ill make you allergic to life You die for this, dont even battle us See us at the―whats that?―Subterranean We knock your brain in Flows are hmm delly-lah like Arabian! Ayo, ayo We dont wanna hear that best white rapper We be talkin bout best rapper Forget all that, you know what Im sayin ? No doubt, no doubt, never Blastin off Explosions left and right This is legendary Legendary! This is John Lennon, this is John Lennon, legendary History, baby We on some John Lennon Blowin, blowin We blowin the spot right now, London Where its war yo! Blowin! It doesnt even matter Slim Shady, Big Proof Cmon Tim Westwood We blowin up the spot right now, London! Londons done, its gone! What did ya think baby? You made that happen Thanks for having us, Tim No doubt, no doubt, we blowin up the spot We blastin off with Tim Westwood now You understand whats going on, London? No doubt! Big up New York, big up Paris, big up London Big up Jersey, big up Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan Big up Tim Westwood Yo, we makin it happen, yo! On your wheel, just still Tim Westwood, where its born! Peace to everybody, have a good nights sleep11Embed

Moment of Clarity Freestyle Lyrics Fix, Nigga Change mind sporadically, same time compatibly Wayne Carter, graduate, bang bang academy Change my reality, thank God for grabbin me Sort of like him, cause they cant stop the wrath of me But, Hell have no fury, Neither I I would walk up in the Devils Kitchen, eat a pie Greedy eye, never full, getting fat And bitch I got an itch, so dont let me catch you with the scra-scra- Scratch yall niggas off the face of the Earth Even Mase came back for the money outta church So with that on my mission for that money, Imma work My divine intervention might be in that womans purse Tryna find a better system, but Im running out of perks Baby daughter tummy irks, then daddy heart hurts So daddy pop at em until they heart burst For my baby girl candy I make her starburst 9/11 was a fucking shame, I done saw worse like What if that bullet would have hit my heart first Life, would it be different, I be still fuckin round with death Cause I got shot after that, and after that I grab the empty case And then tried to throw that bitch back at they faces, Cita I made it My nigga Real was on the ground like naw, I got up and looked around, and grabbed the spot like ahhh... Im hard to kill, hardy har, cut the music back up and keep the party goin Fuck em, and I dont need no crease, Im a motherfucking gangster off Eagle Street I dont need the Hot Boys, I still keep my heat And I aint gotta squad up, I still keep my feet They call me Michelangelo, you paint them so street But you remove that wallpaper, bet that sheet-rock weak, And you and I know whats goin on, you probably riding to a different song Im probably riding on some different chrome, Im probably high in a different zone But when Im off, we can get it on I take no days off catch that shit for my friend I clock out when I punch in, Im shootin Reel you aint gotta block out, its goin in em Them rats stop hatin on the snake, the boy venom The cat like Payton for the Lakers gon win em Im certified stamp, Im a champion Like Buju Banton, I shoot you nine times like you was Fifty But you wont be as likely as Fifty, I light me some Piffy Light hella bright on the Infi, like what nigga, like me or lift me I dont duck I be right in the city, for them bucks I take me a flight, and come and get right, right in ya city Yup, Im just like Diddy, and nothing like Puff yeah Im something like city, he something like Young Wizzy My Nikes is spiffy, Im hardly a Gotti Im slightly a Nitti, all of a Carter Bitch niggas never bitch me, bum niggas never ditch me Shit I gotta get me, man Im raw, slip me Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty Aint no more squad in me, unh1Embed

Rock City Lyrics Rock City Royce five nine Slim Shady Come on Cant stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine Glock stops the tussle, nine shotsll bust you Pine box, theyll stuff you, fuck you, I am not the tussle Niggas dont know me, Im Detroits king nigga, bow! Rock Citys where the niggas pimp hoes and ball Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes from malls As long as your citys got the Bombs and your citys got the Arms and your citys got the Titties sagging looking like they got forearms Gold bottles, green bottles, Cris to the don Niggas get popped for selling weed, shaked with seeds If you hate me you hate the D, nigga please Im taking shit back to the riots in the sixties Think Im lying? Visit me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock with me, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on the block with me Rock City, come and rock with me Rock-City-cmon-rock-on-city-cmon Suburban and city niggas hustle together Long as its money involved, niggasll tussle together Long as the hustles a hustle, the green is green White is white, nigga we buying if the price is right So, drop the mics, everythings on cock From the shots to the dice, we are not into hype You cant say we cant work Either we some plant workers or we some niggas that plant work What? Detroit bitches is bout it You can just ask any one of your niggas that visit about it Any seven mile bitch know how to get rich Shell fuck you til you sleep plus lie to your bitch Plus shell suck and swallow up outta your dick And shell keep a sugar daddy thatll buy her some shit, come on Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock with me, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on the block with me Rock City, come and rock with me The city with the bars, where the goons Where the cars is produced, here we are with the New casinos, car shuffles, numbers to bet Disrespect and get a new smile under your neck A city full of thug-ass niggas, and punk-rockers A lot of niggas act like Pac, so cops watch em Them shot blocks up in the black or the light Timbs White boys look, act, and rap like Slim Fight Music, knife users never respect it Guns talk, high schools with metal detectors A city full of Tommy Hearns thumpers Grant Hill hoopers, Barry Sanders runners, stunners Chaldeans with weed-connects like whoa Type of weed, no need to test like dro Type of cats who got dough, they like - so? You real then you might go, where? Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock with me, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on the block with me Rock City, come and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock City, come on and rock with me Rock with me, come on the block with me Rock City, come and rock with me Rock with me Detroit, Rock City, Slim Shady Wont you come on the block with us? Royce da 5’9”, wont you just come and rock with us? Royce da 5’9”, its the next level, Rock City Royce nickel nine, Slim Shady, Rock City Wont you come and rock with us? Rock City, wont you come on the block with us? Rock with me, wont you come and rock with us? Rock City, two-thousand, rock with me, touch it Fuck7Embed

In This World Lyrics In this world, in this world! Yeah, aight Marshall, uh Well, Im think you can tell em today Who am I? And now you need to bring em into this world! It’s getting hard to be me Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me It’s getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself Cause I’m the only person fucking with me! In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray Shhh-shut up motherfucker don’t disrespect these country ways, yeah! Alabama, if yeen know, I ain’t hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean low Yeah, I’m the theme show stereotypical beanpole Slim, tall, tatted, let me add that I gotta green glow From all the Mountain Dew that I consume from a mason jar In a racing car, chase it with a tall ice brew Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally Trash bag full of freon, I’m huffin’ puffin’ on potpourri That gummo’s squeaky swingin’ gate in front of that trap house Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that ac out It’s getting hard to be me Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me It’s getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself Cause I’m the only person fucking with me! Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet Trunk I’m hiding About ten Bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment Came to the Game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill That’s the kind of shit that leaves my pickle dilld Siding on the single-wide got icicle steel, too cold Got a kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf? Daddy’s in jail again for shuffling pills, we know Man I’ve only come to give you a peep show, I run across the South Like a wild stream, smiling I’ve seen more colorful mushrooms than a child’s dream on an island Desolate left behind, cause my state is a state of grime God said, 1979, go change the minds It’s getting hard to be me Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me It’s getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself Cause I’m the only person fucking with me! Yelawolf, Hi my name is President O Bama, I’m so shameless I’m taking it all, so what am I saying? I’m the voice of every small town Like a light in the pipe, with a mic And take flight in this life, Im a sight Put a vice-grip lock on my right to fight Despite the way you may feel about sights and sounds That I might put down, about prices found on a sack of that white Heaven is a place in a 7/11, I can never get away from hell Found hell in the bible-belt, and found love in a 6-pack on the shelf Went to the seashore to see more, but Leroy didn’t seem sure to me So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought the hat and bought the tee Converted him y’all, I gave him convertible thoughts When he saw that big buck hangin’ on the wall I’m off by a millimeter, I’m on by a million light-years and 2 liters A pint of moonshine, I ride in two-seaters Take a ride It’s getting hard to be me Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me It’s getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!2Embed

8 Mile: B-Rabbit vs Supa Emcee Lyrics ... Hey yo, What up, trailer trash! Yo Future, howd you get whitey to battle the Savior Thats like Darth Vader battling Obey Taylor You cant mess around with the horror I grab the mic and Ima murder you, now youll die tomorrow! You cant kick with the lyrics I spit I blow your head off and leave you dying in your blood, you bitch! You still a trick and a hoe and Ima roll I fucked your mama; shes a prostitute bro! You thinking you white, but you aint light Ima murder you in the gang again, and blast you in de night! Im still ill, Im still for real with Ken Loraine; I got a gun on your boy, Ima blow out his brain! You run with a bunch of whack faggots Ima eat out your meat like Im in your body; Im a maggot! And yo matter of fact, you gettin played You aint nothing but a white-boy dying of fucking aids!1Embed

Macosa Lyrics Talking Im allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want... This the Outhouse... Lemme smoke a joint first... Here, Pace... 95% of all yall rappers is buzz And yall ride dick so much yall gon make me nuts Youll get your jaw clocked, Ill drag your ass for four blocks Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop Gay or straight, my Papermatell do a date rape Zee cant wait, Ill go Great Bank on a blank tape Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice Good to hit twice fore you catch me usin trick dice Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels My colon holdin pills, fuck takin some Golden Seal I smoke leaky and black like BET And fuck hoes raw dog til my balls catch VD Mess with us, straight up, yall better bust Im the one youll never dust, its still the same as it ever was Ill leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls And scream, If yall aint Outz then yall could ride my balls! Beef with us you might just catch a black eye And ride for your crispy 850-I I fuck with them drugs cuz it gets me high Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Been doin this rap shit since 85 Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy Put em in the hospital and give em a poison IV My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps We sip lots of liq shots It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I Kickboxed with flip-flops And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy Shit I be dyin for is your piece of shit hobby? You borin like foreign Dice, Im more than hype Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites Ton Slanga, Im dopin, pills and cokin Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin ] Now, when your partner die, who got the right To do the homicide and you shot the guy? And when yous bout to cry who got you high? Ill blast the guy that dont pass the lye Leave him paralized and Fellas, grab the thighs thats by your side [Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Huh?] Wanna live this Outsida business Blunt splitters, all that Multiple musical contracts to fallback... On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat... Armed like Emmit when I rush crews More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove Dont need hands to touch you Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe Slap the fuck out you, remember us Im the man your father never was, or couldve been Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I wouldve went Got it down, yo Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldnt Take The Crown Home Try to call me out and get the dial tone Pace Woner, dickin 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein chased For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides And spray-paint the blank sides of all the subway train rides I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool And chews on human body tissue til its stomach gets full Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin shits cool Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kids stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someones billfold Im from a city where the weathers always real cold And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin steel-toed We be hangin on the block til dawn Stayin spaced out like Dr. Octagon Feelin for the beats like they Chaka Khan Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and moi Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Beef with us you might just catch a black eye And ride for your crispy 850-I We fuck with them drugs cuz it gets us high Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Been doin this rap shit since 85 Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa talking1Embed

Pooh Butt Day Lyrics Huh, huh, huh, huh Oh yeah The Pooh Butt Day One of those sticky type of things to upon Check it out Get up this morning, Im feeling sleepy as all hell Went to use the bathroom when I tripped and I fell All the way downstairs and onto the couch And I pissed my pants on the way down South So I went back upstairs to change my underwear Took a while to get em unstuck from my pubic hair Finally got unzipped I went to put em down the street But then I threw em in the garbage cause it all said Pew Hopped in the shower put shampoo in my hair Went to rinse it out but then the water wasnt there That damn toilet it musta went foul Got another bath to wipe the stuff up with the towel Went to get my clothes but I couldnt wear the wash So I sat and played Super Mario on my Nintendo I was gonna see my girl but I forget that stuff Man today I just feel like a pooh butt Sometimes things just never go my way You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today Now every single day I make habits to get up But today I just feel like a pooh butt So Ill stay in bed I dont know whats wrong with me Im just taking everything nonchalantly I just feel like I cant move one muscle My girlfriend calls me up and tells me now we gotta hustle My plane leaves to roll about quarter to 8 Its 7:15 looks like Im gonna be late Aw, forget that baby said I just cant make it I know youre disappointed but your gonna have to take it Im sick in bed Im making But before I hung up the phone she told me where I could put it Comes next day I got a call from M&M he said We gotta make a record, get ya butt outta bed I said I aint doin nothing, I wish you nothing but luck, he said Whats up? I said I feel like a pooh butt Sometimes things just never go my way You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today Yo, you ever have one of those pooie, stinky Ridiculous, rotten days, M&M? Man I had one once, check this out Woke up, 6:30 in the morning, yawning Gotta get to the recording studio I gotta get a take done Put all my rhymes together so I can make one Get outta bed, fall on my head Slipped on the rug, I thought I was dead Cussin, I think my head is busted but its really nothing Only a concussion, shake it off, get off the ground Look around, couldnt find my rhyme sheets Whered I put em down? They were just there last night on the chair Had to look everywhere but couldnt find em anywhere Go to the basement might of misplaced em Gotta find em in hurry but my visions still blurry Goin down the stairs, what could happen next? But, when its this early you cant skip steps Fallin head first, as I fall, I curse Things are lookin bad, Imma only get worse Achin, I shake and I hurt, I stand up slowly Wiped all the dirt off, memory lapse I cant remember nothing, think Ill collapse If you forget the whole thing pause for a second What was I looking for? Oh yeah, my rhyme sheets; they might be on the floor Or on the chair Wait a minute where am I? Im in a basement Damn, how does time fly? Think for a second, recall my memory If I was a rhyme sheet, where would I be? Now I remember, I put em in the closet next to my jacket So I woulda never lost em Already 7:00? Ive only got an hour to eat breakfast Get dressed, plus take a shower got undressed Got the zest off the rack Turn the water on and I almost had a heart attack Cold as hell, started to yell, jumped out the shower And said fuck it, Ill smell Grabbed the towel off the rack, dried off got dressed Still had to eat, plus my hair was a mess I was in a rush, grabbed the brush And ran, right into the door, on the floor I land Always to fate now; I know Im cursed I think it might help if I open the door first Tried to turn the handle but I sprained my wrist But thats what happens on a day like this Sometimes things just never go my way You know I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way You know I just feel like a pooh butt today Wow, that sounds pretty pooie to me Now, Im gonna break it down for all the people who dont know what a pooh butt day is Now, a pooh butt day is something everybodys had No particular depression, neither mad or sad You couldnt see your butt because your butt is what it is Cause when your feeling like a pooh butt Then youre feeling like shit They come up at a certain time, they dont have a season But most of the time you feel like one for no particular reason They get a careless attitude, the yucky sensations Some people wont accept love in a pooie situation Sittin on the toilet for an hour or so Marks on the butt from the seat on the bowl Grab a toilet paper and the seat and just wipe When I realize I may have sat the in the seat too tight So I struggle to from a stuck position But removing myself was an impossible mission Screaming to get out, I couldnt take it any more When my mother arrived and knocked upon the door We pulled and pulled and I was removed from the seat I couldnt sit down for a whole damn week Never again will I get caught in that rut So I can stay fresh instead of feeling like a pooh butt Sometimes things just never go my way You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today Well the very next day, Felt the pooh butt sick but am I defeated I survived So I went downstairs and managed not to fall Since I was feeling better I get Manix to call Well, said Oh, says Ey s-wzup whut up, you gotta go? Im feeling pretty good, what about if I come over? We can practice for a while, order the pizza, are you sober? He said: I aint gonna go, nope, Im not going You wanna know the reason why Im sound like ? Because I got pneumonia, Im something to do, but uhm If you could smell the way Im saying, youd be saying pew! I thought for a second and I said, I dont get it Manix said, just forget it homes I aint going out in this weather I dont feel like doin nothing but I leavin you too it Dont be comin over feelin cause im feeling like pooh! Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh Sometimes things just never go my way You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way You know I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way You know I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way I just feel like a pooh butt today Sometimes things just never go my way You know I just feel like a pooh butt today Pooh butt! I feel like a pooh butt! Sometimes I feel like a pooh butt! When you just cant get up When you feel like you want to stay in bed all day Thats an example of a pooh but day Ooooooh, pooh butt, oh! My example of a pooh butt day Is when you have a foot falls asleep, for the whole day But youve got a track run at one oclock! You know what pisses me off, is when we get all the parts down except James gets a lag on his throat and he fucks up, and you know what else pisses me off is, whatevers pissing me off in that particular moment, thats whats usually pissing me off Im gonna end this song by saying, uh Pooh buuutt!5Embed

Bugz ’97 Lyrics Fuck that! Who run shit once these drums hit? You dove headfirst into some old dumb shit Heres a can of asswhip, for you to come get Your clique made they trip, I make them hoes submit Ask your girl, she know the scoop, dont fuck with Bugz bitch I chop off her titty, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly niggas, is who you run wit Making half-ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, dont like it one bit! You could make a double album, wont have one hit! Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And theres not a damn one that I cant outwit I ad-mit, that my style is unfit For mommas baby boy, because Im on some dumb shit Like I commit, larceny, give harm quick You pull the alarm switch I stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get wit This egotistic hip-hop fundamentalistic Dont risk it, you get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence Im persistent when it comes to bend shit Smoke the blunt with my judge right before my sentence Im relentless, to deny is senseless Your bitch pay my bill, thats where the hell your rent went Fuck that!6Embed

What’s the Difference Lyrics Whats the difference between me and you? Whats the difference between me and you? Back when Cube was rollin with Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin with a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business But sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through Thats fucked up, but Ill never forget the shit we been through And Ima do whatever it takes to convince you Cause you my nigga, Doc, and Eazy, Im still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga, I miss you and thats just being real wit you You see, the truth is everybody wanna know How close me and Snoop is and who Im still cool with Then I got these crab-ass niggas I first drew with Claimin they non-violent, talkin like they Ruthless Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then, I aint even speakin your name Just keep my name outta your mouth and we can keep it the same, nigga It aint that Im too big to listen to the rumors Its just that Im too damn big to pay attention to em Thats the difference Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one , but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin The difference is: I dont care Cant you tell it by my rigid stare? Im legendary, get you open like a Frigidaire More despair, your styles dead as Fred Astaire You need medicare, security blanket and a fuckin teddy bear Awh yeah, awh yeah Is your expression when you eyewitness a session Vocal pitch makin impressions like Jerry Butler Stupid fucker, I will cut ya Doin a suckas such a tragedy, Ill run you raggedy like Ann Youll kick the pink can like a faggoty man New styles, I usually keep clandestine Like files of semen found in J. Edgar Hoovers intestines No question But keep that on the low low, Falana slow mo When puffin marijuana couldnt get the time of day Now Im fuckin niggas Mommas Dramas still part of my dietary Hit hard like Singletary Kill your daughter, bust her cherry Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin Aight, hold up, hold up! Stop the beat a minute, I got somethin to say, Dre I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me I dont know if I ever told you this But I love you, dog, I got your motherfuckin back , just know this shit Slim, I dont know if you noticed it But Ive had your back from day one, nigga, lets blow this bitch I mean it dog, you ever need somebody offed: Whose throat is it? Well, if you ever kill that Kim bitch, Ill show you where the ocean is Well, thats cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughters momma Ima sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around with her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people , then drop her off on the corner At the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed-off and beat you with the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up In they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water Thats for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product Thats for even thinkin of havin them thoughts thought up You better show some respect whenever the Docs brought up So whats the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, I just dont give a fuck and see who means it Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin Whats the difference between me and you?15Embed

Pistol Poppin’ Lyrics{guns cocking then one gunshot} Haha Ca$his, Ca$his Yeah! King Mathers CMON! Pistol poppin, come get me nigga! {echoes} Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out The police find that, whats that sound? While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out Walk through the door with my hands on a gun Cause niggas round here wanna ask where Im from I throw up my signs, step back and pop one fore you throw up your sign if you even got one I used to bust niggas heads open for fun Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at? Slung crack, real cat, you aint never did that Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat I dont sleep, homie Im watched by the police Cops out patrolling, grab a Glock-40 Sniper at the squad car, story noting Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap Tossed straps before, Im out of here, homie Militant in a sense, I dont really give a shit Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent Sixteenth in my sneakers, I aint listen to my teachers Im the most hated nigga alive since Jesus Maybe in the afterlife theyll reveal my Christ-like abilities Come back, then ride on my enemies Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery War situations got you sayin he crazy G And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything Especially anybody tryin to diss my team - Shady {blam} G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing So if you say them punk nigga you say me I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me Catch you in O.C., and in the bag youll be leaving I aint worried bout my freedom cause for me to get even Is worth erything, its on B.B.G.N I sond you folk, Im lookin at your pinkie You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery - 2X Lately I just feel like theres too many pussies in rap Shady we gotta push em to the back Move em along, push em aside, dont get me wrong I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song Its got a catch but come on man, the raps We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame fucks Who walk around with their chest out Just tryin to be down with anybody whos left now Better be down with them, huh But I dare some bitch to say somethin about Eminem Cause Im not in the mood to be playin around with dudes I already seen two friends get shot in the head And lay on the ground this year and, one didnt make it Proof, you are the truth Please dont let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo Fake-ass tattooed havin Fif, please tell em right now how hard it has been For me to try and, stay out it But they just wont quit runnin their mouth At least til theres a gun in it; son of a bitch! We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesnt? And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasnt Dissin the South, that isnt what this is about I just so sick of the beef, I dont even wanna see anymore - 2X3Embed

Freestyle Lyrics Things just aint the same for psychos Guns and rifles, sharp knifes, I like those I might just O.D. by the end of tonights show With the right dose I might wipe out this light pole But, the strangest things can happen from jabbin Pregnant women in the abdomen so they cant have children Bitches get slapped up and drastic ass kicks Gay-bashin fags with tire irons and ratchets I seen em come, Ive watched em go Versace Whoa, hey! Liberace ho! I might have bashed of somebody you probably know Buncha faggots in your clique screamin Its not me! No! Drag em out the closet and across the floor Went you paid em a visit in the hospital Stab em in the fuckin tonsils with a popsicle Stick, and sit back and watch em choke Cause every chair that I throw People sue me for dough They press charges on me Till I can’t fight anymore But every girl that I choke I got lawyers I know Who got judges they know So I suggest you stay home Ha ha Son of a bitch what, what, what, what, what, what Slim Shady, album May 23rd Dr. Dre Damn bitches, I just took some ecstasy Im an extraterrestrial lesbian with a... Ha ha Cut that shit off, Im outta here, peace2Embed

We Shine Lyrics Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Yeah Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme Detroits time to shine, word up Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Yeah, uh Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme Slim Shady, Da Ruckus Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme What they know about this Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme What they know about this, yo Im back in shit, packin shit, while stackin shit If anyone steps up askin shit, Im blastin shit You gone fade me, but swinging like Peter Parker Motherfuck the shop, Ill wreck the Goddamn barber Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up You couldnt be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up I told you once, but you forget so heres a flashback You couldnt be shit, if you came out my ass crack Stop frontin kid, you know you aint paid And the only mic you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade Aint nothin lyrical about you but your lies So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies Youre played like my five-year-olds newborn toys Dont know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways Thats rough like my face when I havent shaved in days Listen up, all these words take heed When I cock and squeeze, no more MCs breathe Im sick of this, heres my final diss Fuck you dim niggas, you aint shit like piss Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jessy We squash beef in the mo, when you aint breathin no more Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal Let the cat out, flat out, Detroits a madhouse So I dont get offended when I hear my city badmouthed We quick to pull the gat out and set it And leave you with more shit missin than a Lil Kim radio edit Stick up kids be tryin to live paid You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage Get the gauge, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack Or Ima send you flyin like a rocketpack Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack Break into your crib, steal your shit and lock it back Ten-year-old kids be standin on the block with gats Just for livin nowadaysll get you flocked with bats Where Im from, you know what Im sayin? Thats some old Detroit shit Yall wouldnt know about that shit, though Less you come to my city, you know what Im sayin? See where we live Cause we shine Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme MCs put Detroit up in they rap songs Cause without us their careers wouldnt last long So like a generation weve been passed on Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on Got these A & Rs and labels with binoculars Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal Usin loops that transcend every bitch in you Dont ever try to say this is a ghost town One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down Evaluate the situation, all the rest are killers Fly hoes out on Jefferson with drug dealers Two years in the joint, nobodys touching Hush Try to say you put us down, but youre under us Now who the fuck are you? Its just coincidental When you rhyme youre even worse than the instrumental Youre just a phone-tapper with no backbone Talking shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit Next time youll think twice of who you fuckin with Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme Lifes a bitch up in the D We for the Slim Shady EP CD Never sucking static2Embed

Average Man Lyrics Ayo Im focused, its the locust O. Trice is holding the soldiers, the prognosis Probably why I rose from zero to hope Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach Nigga, hold the toast you provoke 44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll Yes I hold my own, so if you think you Deebos clone Im aimin, watch Im switchin to Damon And Next Friday I can bet yous a changed man When them thangs in hand, its not a game man I ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to Jehovah Definition of a soldier, I told ya I, hold the toast when I approach Its close at all times by my side in the holster O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure Pop, its all over, when the 44 blows and goes a.. When Im up in the club and these niggas, they wanna act tough til they get plugged, watch them bullets go... Now you touched from a slug, huggin the streets like you in love Your heart rates like... The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spital, flyin by my ride, engine like... Homie you just died, your family through crying I pulled off a crime, just as quick as... You could lose your face, in a fools race I pulled my tool first nigga, you was in second place And second place just means you didnt react with haste And this differentiates life where murder being the case And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erase Another black mother cant eat the food on her plate Cause she aint got the taste as if raising you was a waste Such a short span young man said at your wake First Im a man, second Im five eight But size and weight wont give a nigga the upper hand Cause when I pop, I give this up like Barry Sand Sit in the can, he never ran like Barry Sand Obie aint playin, Obie got a plan And the plan is not to be layin in earths land I will pop before decayin in earths land You get shot for playin me less than a man, mothafucka When Im up in the club and these niggas, they wanna act tough til they get plugged, watch them bullets go... Now you touched from a slug, huggin the streets like you in love Your heart rates like... The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spital, flyin by my ride, engine like... Homie you just died, your family through crying I pulled off a crime, just as quick as... Niggas get it twisted, liquor make em envision That gangsterism is disrespecting a niggas wishes Which is all that tough talk in front of bitches Yeah you fifteen deep, the Desert Ell give ya stitches And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna But I warn ya the Glock could make it hot as California You be popped on the corner, flesh meeting in the coroner Os in quarantine, cause no holes in me An since no holes in me, niggas take advantage til I manage to pull that hammer out, they start scattering Im no gangster, Im a average man But be damned if I let em do me savage man Before that Im strapped and will challenge him Cock back and that gat will damage them Its not a act, this is fact, this is how Im programmed This is me, what Im about, this who I am, motherfucker When Im up in the club and these niggas, they wanna act tough til they get plugged, watch them bullets go... Now you touched from a slug, huggin the streets like you in love Your heart rates like... The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spital, flyin by my ride, engine like... Homie you just died, your family through crying I pulled off a crime, just as quick as...9Embed

Our House Lyrics I wanna be the best who ever did it Dont know if that goal is feasible, or it isnt But if it is then God, if youre listenin Please grant me the strength to crush all competition You cant blame me for dreaming, Im a dreamer And if Im coming off brash please forgive me But, thats all I want I just wanna be the illest MC The same time being as real as can be Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror These are the kind of words that describe my aura G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt Redman I am cut from that cloth Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man Cool J, Im Bad video Learned the whole routine and performed it for my fathers friends While they smoked and drank Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk Thank God for the one-two cadence Thank God for the lunchroom tables Im trying to be the sickest nigga, dead or alive And if I happen to fall short, its been one hell of a ride Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun Up until the day the sun is you You listening to hip-hop, you in Jays house Waynes house, Nas house Ems house, Our House So welcome to our house Where no one comes back out You wont find comfort In here, in here, in here When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter It started off wack But in the words of a ten year old, my shit was getting phatter I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill Not knowing how the booth would feel, whats ADATs and two inch reel How you ad-lib? Whats a punch? I aint a boxer But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and Mike you made a monster Now everydays a game of Contra, I got 99 men An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen This is my dream, dont fuck with it, Im telling you Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available Im disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding, damn Weak head, yall suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan Im finna to be the best in this profession Ive been invested all my life, so wipe your feet before you step in Our house So welcome to our house Where no one comes back out You wont find comfort In here, in here, in here I wanna be the best who ever did it Dont know if that goal is feasible, or it isnt But if it is then God, if youre listenin Please grant me the strength to crush all competition You cant blame me for dreaming, Im a dreamer And if Im coming off brash please forgive me But, thats all I want, I just wan be the illest MC Same time bein as real as can be I never wanted a chain that was encrusted I wanted to be respected amongst my peers and to be trusted Wanted not to be complacent, though, okay with my regression I was banking hip-hop would do away with my depression I wanted to be understood but they never got my deposition I never wanted attention, but I lusted recognition Wanted peace with my childs mom, wanted to be a better dad Not as a person, wanted to give that nigga choices I never had Which honestly kept me alive, cause in order for me to give I needed not to be suicidal, though it was killing me just to live Wanted to make mother cry and choke her up cause she proud Wanted to marry my dreams, so I cheated on fear, broke up with my doubts So I got no choice but to succeed and show music that Im capable She the one Im grateful to and Id hate for her To think that Im unfaithful too If she did her soul would bleed But they raised another breed in So welcome to our house Where no one comes back out You wont find comfort In here, in here, in here Yo, in my house, the lights out No utilities in the facilities Feeling my lifes bout, to wipe out These feelings Im feeling be killing me I pull the mic out, cant strike out Cause if winning is really my enemy I pull a nine out, blow my mind out Is the end of me really serenity? Man in my house, its rap or die Get a piece of that apple pie Life is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passes by So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition cant digest And then I stress cause the road is rough I start feeling like shits sour The electricity in my will power could still power the twin towers For ten hours, so send cowards The message from Crooked I Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa In our, house we spit like Sig Sauers The way I feel now I could spit for six hours Straight, only way to be great, is to dig down, if you can hear this sound in- -side my head sounds like a fucking drive-by Thats what the inside of my minds like Looking back on my career, even hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics Never wanted that so bad, felt like-I-could-go-mad Nomad with a notepad Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags That bother me, but I never wanna show that Just dont act like it ever does Even though you know that there will never come A day someone blows past you, never was Someone whos as dope as you ever was And you hope thats, true cause the competitor in you Couldnt let somebody be better than you And you know that, so you dont ever hold back What you gonna go back into working a regular job? Fuck that, Imma go hard, grab on my, gonads Tell them fuck theyselves They call me a wigger like Renee Zell But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad Rap is the only thing that I was ever really, bad to the bone at Guess Im similar to, gangrene when Im, angry then Im Hulk Smash, so much passion but no compassion If eyes are the windows to the soul Then its, broken glass and theres no trespassing Alright now here we go Dre stamped me now Im stamping Yelawolf Get ready for the most competitive Clique in the world its like Clash Of The Titans I released the cracker its time to set it again And when its said and its all done None shall ever fuck with this squadron So come on in, at your own risk This is Bitch! So welcome to our house Where no one comes back out You wont find comfort In here, in here, in here2Embed

Final Thought LyricsPeople chanting Eminem Eminem tears up a paper Footsteps Door open and slam shut More footsteps I almost forgot Youre comin with me Gun cocking Last one baby, lets go Last one baby, lets go Last one baby, lets go Eminem sighs3Embed

8 Mile: Maurice Grant vs B-Rabbit Lyrics The Shelter Let me get up in this nigga like smashin With a red beam Johny blastin Evil is the rhyme assassin Get a guy runnin, like haulin ass Bury you pink rabbits for askin Closed caption nigga dont say a word When these flames get to burnin up Burnin you down Leavin you ground tore up From the pressure Wanna frown Dont want the nigga known pullin triggers Hoist this fool on my neck back-break this nigga Yo Check it out Look, look Yo, I gotta flow Im from the Mo, you aint Detroit, hoe Talkin about seven mile, change your style I read your bio, youre really from Ohio Im vile This guys so fuckin fat I cant even see his eyes when he smiles Yo, listen to this Motherfuckin rhyme, yo chicken, we can do this As a matter of fact have another beer Ill be right back, dawg, Ima set the mic right here4Embed

Zane Lowe BBC Radio Interview Part 1 LyricsZane Lowe: Welcome back to Radio One, Maida Vale studio 4 here we are. Part of the reason were here obviously because its the BBC but also because we have Studio 3 around the corner and youve got the band set up and going to perform some songs as well. Eminem: Its super exciting to be here. I was trying to figure out how I was going to top the publicity of yours and Kanyes interview so I decided I was going to walk in here, pee on the floor, and leave. Im peeing right now. Alright see you guys later! ZL: Seeing you with the band, and seeing you perform the other night at the awards show and seeing you on the mic, it was, I dont think Ive ever seen you more alive on the mic. It was full of energy and in the moment. What I noticed was as well was spitting live with the band behind you seemed to free you up a lot more. Are you feeling that way? E: I think performing has gotten a lot different, its gotten better with the band because theres just more elements to it and being it is a live show, theres more places you can go with it. Theres things you can do with your hands, its really cool, its different. I think its better. ZL: Spitting Rap God that just puts everything into perspective I think for everybody else. When you wrote that and you got that one down and recorded it... E: I didnt write that, I freestyled it, off the dome, 1 take. ZL: Absolutely ridiculous. I mean, the song is ridiculous it doesnt make any sense whatsoever. E: Thank you ZL: When you get to perform that live that must be, I saw at the end once you finished that, thats a challenge for anybody. At the end you must feel like Wow. Thats a lot of rhymes to get through, its like 5 or 6 minutes non-stop. E: Um, Yeah the other night I dont think we did the whole song. We did kind of a Deadly Medley. ZL: I dont even know how you would cut that up and make a shorter version of that because its such a stream of consciousness through the whole track. E: Yeah I dont know. I wouldnt even want to begin to think of that, because I think it is a... stream of consciousness. Nice stream of consciousness, running down my leg. ZL: The album itself has been so well received by everyone including fans across the world. Because in my opinion listening to it now its kinda the perfect combination of the venom and the danger that existed on the 1st record but also what youve been through and what youve learnt over the past 5 or 6 years. Its kind of like the combination of the two. Is that fair do you think? The first album that feels like its slightly grown up, but also going back to some of those subject matters and dealing with that stuff. E: Its grown up and down. I mean some of the themes and topics and things like that are revisited on this album, but at the same time I feel like its kind of a 2013 version. All my albums I think, for the most part, pretty much tell where Im at, you know at each one at that time period, whatever. So this is kinda like, theres a lot of reflecting and things like that back on everything that was happening during that time, you know. And its kinda like me reflecting on it and getting to the point where I am now with it. ZL: Settling some scores as well, and burying the hatchets and dealing with stuff once and for all. Do you feel like this album has allowed you to do that? E: I mean some stuff, yeah. But for the most part I just felt like it might be fun to just revisit that, the overall vibe of that album. Just because it started to go there in the recording process. ZL: So when did that begin like you were going down that road? E: I had started making a few records for it, and it just sounded like the tonality of it, the tones of the records kinda were heading towards that way. And I figured out what direction it should go in, kinda started gearing everything that way. And alotta times, making an album, I dont always have the direction or concept early on. Sometimes it doesnt come until the middle/towards the end of a record to figure out where Im actually going with that... thats just a culmination of songs, and depending on what the vibe is. Sometimes I do a songs that is so left field one or two of them its like Oh Shit where am I going to put these songs and now what am I going to call it because its not going to make sense to go, lets say Recovery or whatever. But with this one I feel like I kinda got an earlier idea for a concept. ZL: That must be nice actually to be able to sit down and carve it out as it was going and have that end result in mind, to piece it together that way. E: It was, but it wasnt, in the sense of-- I had to record a lot of songs for it because I felt like if Im going to call it that, I want it to make sense. ZL: And the stakes are high as well. I was talking to someone about this before and they were saying, Eminem would never consider one of his albums to be a classic hes not that way inclined. But you know how people feel about the Marshall Mathers LP, it speaks volumes. And then the critics, every layer of it, it is considered a modern day classic album. Did you consider the expectation of calling it that and what it would mean to the record overall? E: Yeah, I had kinda known that going in. Once I kinda knew what direction I was going, I knew that I needed certain songs to be able to call it that, and like I said to be able to make sense. But, I just wanted to make sure that I had the right ones, and in other words, I knew that, obviously Stan off the first Mathers LP was a big topic. And I had heard a lot of chatter around the time doing the Recovery record that I should do Stan 2 and why doesnt he do Stan 2, and all I kept thinking was Stans dead. You know what Im saying, he died in the story. So in the back of my mind I kinda had an idea of who could be left from the story, but I needed to get the right beat and be able to... ZL: As soon as it starts as well. Did you know immediately this would be the beat for this concept? E: Yeah, as soon as I heard the words to the chorus... I got this beat, this beat was sent to me and had those words on it. And sometimes for me its like- I like making my own choruses and its also fun for me to take someone elses words and interpret them my own way. ZL: For sure, when you hear that chorus Im sure initially... its a 1st person scenario or self hatred scenario, but its tied into- theres layers to that. Being bad is good I hate to be it but here I am and Im back again. And then you got to deal with the story, and at the end its taking everyone to the end when you couldnt be facing down any more of the criticism both self and by others that you faced throughout your career. I mean its the ultimate type of acknowledgement isnt it? Meeting your maker almost really, is that the inspiration behind it? E: Its kinda like saying, if youre going to go down this road, then youre going to call it this, and this is going to be the title, and this is all of these things coming back on me. ZL: Its an amazing opening to the record and its really ambitious as well. So you set the bar really really high and from here we go to Rhyme or Reason, and I love that beat and love the big samples and first time you reference Rick Rubin as a producer on the record. When did you first have the idea of working with Rick? E: Ive always been a fan of Ricks, and my manager Paul had been talking to him and Rick had expressed that he had interest in working with me. And when Paul brought it to my attention I was like super excited, honored at the fact that he was even thinking about it. I had my reservations just because I felt like Im a super fan of Rick, and Id probably be a little nervous and wouldnt know what the vibe would be because I would be wanting to impress him. It was very much the feeling that I got early on with Dre. ZL: Had you met Rick before? E: Nah, Id never met him. So I was like nervous to meet him and you know, even more nervous to work with him. ZL: Same thing with Dre, all the way back, same kind of experience when you walked in the studio and saw Dre that time.. E: Yeah Im still always trying to impress Dre too to this day at the same time. But I just kept thinking if I got in the studio with Rick, what if were not able to come up with anything. I had all these things in my head, and then when I met him, the guys so laid back, it made it easy. And his vibe in the studio is very much like... Try whatever, dont be afraid to try whatever, even if the idea in the beginning is stupid. Because a lot of ideas in the beginning stages, not mine of course, mine are just insane from the moment I think of them- but sometimes ideas are not always the greatest. ZL: Dont be afraid to fail to get somewhere else, to get on the journey. E: So if you say one thing thats going to spark another thing to lead to a better thought, thats kinda how it went. We started going through old break beats and I was trying to tell him I kinda had the idea, I kinda had a notion that I was going to call it the Marshall Mathers LP 2, but I didnt want to say anything yet to him because I wasnt 100 percent sure- and I wanted to make sure that I had enough songs to even play for him that would make sense. I love the sound that Rick gets when he does hip hop. Even from early on, Beastie Boys- its incredible. And thats what I was kinda hoping to get. How can I make the record sound nostalgic, but subliminally nostalgic. So it reminded you of maybe 13 years ago when you first heard me but its overs beats that are even older, but youre not sure why you feel this way. Tried to create a feel, so we started messing with old samples and break beats and things like that- cuz Rick is super talented and mastered of every other genre of music as well. The way he dips in and out of just different genres is crazy to me. Like I said, I was hoping to get what I got from him. ZL: The first time I saw Berzerk as well, I was so happy to see the way that you came through, and the video the way the colors were so reverse Beastie Boy style- it was fan boy stuff for me. To be able to go out in a beanie like the Ad-Rock thing and it was cool, I love that.5Embed

Shade 45 Freestyle Lyrics Comin to you live at Shade 45 Invasion The only radio station that plays in rotation The Shady the slash with the Aftermath with the little Jay on the... Comin to you live at Shade 45 Invasion The only radio station that plays in rotation The Shady the slash with the Aftermath with the little Jay on occasion Maybe you may hear some Jada mixed with a plate of some D Block Splash of 2Pac One being that we dont cater cause we gonna play the fuck Outta whatever we want this is Shady And we gonna pump, pump the fuck out our own shit From 50, Obie, Twizzy, Stat Quo And we wont quit fuckin you up And we can keep sayin fuckin you up Even till the FCC sayin shut this dude up Duck tape a his mouth a do somethin Quick fucka do fuck poppa do pop Skippy dippy pop shit bitch asshole you son of a bitch! Chinga tu madre! I start drama all day hemm delala Comin across your scanners its the brand new station Shade 45, motherfuckin Slim Shady bitch and Green Lantern Shady in the place to be, see And it takes what I got to rock the mic right And that was a freestyle too bitch so suck my dick if you do not likeEmbed

Tim Westwood Freestyle Lyrics{Freestyle over Jay-Zs So Ghetto} Yeah. Now Im getting distorted. When I was...I shouldve been aborted. But it was too late...uh oh. Yo, just turn up the beat a little bit. I dont care if the mic is distorted. Fuck it Thats it, thats it, gotta hit than pass it Im blasted off a tab of acid Flabbergasted Hopped in a cab and blasted the cab driver I said...haha Hold on a minute Give me infinite beats that I can kick for a minute Yall dont understand The way that I got this mic in my hand Killing any MC who stands or sits or walks Or is handicapped It doesnt matter, Mr. Handicap, hand me that Haha I clap hands with the rap fans Jump in their wheelchairs and give em a lap dance Im the illest MC who will kill this And what? And Die Hard like who? Thank you very much thats a fucking cliche But I will rock the microphone and dont care about what he say Or they say or I say or we say or them say Eminem say shit that only Slim say Or Slim says Fuck a les -bian in her ass Korean or a... Haha Ayo, let me try something. Uh uh uh uh uh uh. Im not free in here, check it out I rap if there was no rap within a soul clap Expose wack rappers and smack em with my bozack Flatten em like inner tubes Punch my fist through the torso of thinner dudes And when Im in the mood make a serious winner lose Get high of gin and booze Hahahaha In an inner tube While Im in the nude With a centerfold In the winter cold Ayo we give it though Give me an envelope I get open with Tim Westwood show And Cypher Sounds I strike you down Dont like the way you sound, you wack now You got my style packed down or should I say down pack Any MCs will tell you right now that you sound wack Call us up and then we make noise then see shells We shall prevail you faker than Lee Nails And we tell D-12 to all those that dont know Flow for flow we rocking your radio How you feel right now? Cmon Shady flow Yo, yo, yo Yo, turn the beat up a little bit I know, its like the beat is like mad low Hello, hello, hello, check, check, check Hello Check, check, check {beat switches to LL Cool Js Ill Bomb} What, what? Awwww shit Yo, turn it up a little bit Yeah, just turn it up, up, up, up Cmon Tim turn it up Yeah, just turn it up Tim Let it be distorted. Yo, yo, yo Trapped in a cinema, in a material world Criminal, cops scour the rural area thorough Cause I kissed a girl, married a girl Carried a girl to the cemetery, buried a girl And Im desperate, no one to mess with Always get arrested for something domestic And I kill the way you met me Youll never catch me, cops cant sketch me You cant upset me, no matter how bad How mad you get me Problem with yall, Im letting the Tec speak Went from sweet to hard Beat the odds From no shows to hoes, quit the pizza job No more fools to rob, no more geeks to rob No more stolen cars, no more Visa cards Slim Shady 3Embed

ESPN Halftime Booth Interview LyricsBrent Musberger: We welcome you back to Ann Arbor, Michigan and what a pleasure for Herbie and me to introduce Marshall Mathers. Some of you may know him as Eminem, but hes gonna join the Saturday night crew with our music intro starting next Saturday Night. But folks, I wanna take you to the World Premiere of one of his new videos, called Berzerk. Take a listen, its headed to the top of the charts. BM: Was that Rick Rubin who was helping produce that, with you Marshall, when you did that? Eminem: Yeah, sorry. Live TV. Live TV freaks me out a little bit. Kirk Herbstreit : No!? Eminem: Umm...yes. Im sorry, what was the question? BM: That was Mr. Rubin, one of the all-time greats...producer, huh? Eminem: Yes, yes. BM: How long does that take you to shoot a video like that? How many takes? How many hours? Eminem: Umm...sometimes its uh...its usually a two day process, sometimes it could go to three. Theres a lot of takes, theres a lot of sticking around waiting...But...its cool if the video comes out, then i guess its worth it. You know. KH: You wanna take it to break? BM: Yeah...well take....you know...you gotta be in shape too, but stay right here with us, were gonna kick off the 2nd half and I wanna talk about how youre gonna intro Saturday Night Football when we come back. BM: 8 EST on ABC, Marshall Mathers will open Saturday Night Football. Mathers, its a pleasure to have you on the show. Eminem: Absolutely, pleasure to be here. Its an honor to be able to do that. So.. KH: So you have the single out...albums coming out in November. What are you most excited about with this no album? Eminem: Nothing. KH: No? Eminem: No...uhh...itll be out Nov 5th. Ill probably be most excited to just be done with it. Its called the Marshall Mathers LP2. And..its kind of a re-visit to the first Marshall Mathers LP...and umm...thats pretty much all i can say about it. BM: One final question before you leave. Some of my friends in Montana wanted me to ask you. Will the Lions cover 4.5 tomorrow against Minnesota? Eminem: Will the Lions cover 4.5? BM: Yeah. Eminem: Ummm...Im not sure man...I dont ever make a prediction on the Lions cause I dont ever wanna jinx it, but Im such a die hard Lions fan, like...to the core. So...yes, theyll win. KH: Thats all youll say, leave it at that. Eminem: Yeah...Im hoping I didnt just jinx it. BM: Heres the kickoff Marshall...just stick right here with us now. Its gonna be Wolverines ball. Theyve got the lead...out to the 25 yard line. Marshall, again, it was a pleasure having you with us here tonight. Eminem: And Brent, just how they got fantasy football or whatever. I got you on my fantasy announcer team. It would be you, of course the late great Pat Summerall and John Madden and Al Michaels. If you guys would get together and just call the game....Kirk, youre great too, much respect. KH: Not quite to that status yet, I get it! Eminem: Right. But, you being a legend and you know, if you got with Al Michaels man and John Madden and just called ONE Lions game. The Super Bowl probably would be great this year. KH: Wed all appreciate that wouldnt we? Eminem: Man, that would be like a dream come true for me. You are a legend my friend. Thank you. BM: YOUre the legend my friend! 13 Grammys, 1st rap song to win an Academy Award, an original score...Youve sold 100 million records world wide. YOU my friend are the legend. KH: No doubt about that! Eminem: Im really uncomfortable right now. BM: Marshall, take care my friend. We look forward to seeing that video next week. Eminem: Absolutely, Thank you, thank you...12Embed

Pimplikeness Lyrics Ayo, she a freak and I love the way she move to the beat Ass and titties bouncin, she aint movin her feet Put 20 in her bra, stiff dick had many in her jaw Probably hit plenty in the raw I wanna see this bitch naked on my livin room flo And yo bitch, I aint givin up no dough, fosho You can be my best friend but Em might get mad Dont call me Daddy bitch, I fuck better than your dad Let me get up in that ass like Im ridin horseback Fuck a sponge, I need a tool to clean my ball sack I pop my collar, dont pop your bra strap If you hang up the phone then bitch dont call back 18s on ice, you aint seen that befo Actin like you aint seen my bling through the do I move to a ho, just for one reason Cause bitches need 9-1-1 for no reason Im somethin like a pimp A diamond-eyed trick, but you aint seein no chips, young ho Im somethin like a pimp Cant go on trips, so you could suck my dick—yes, bitch Im somethin like a pimp You could swallow or spit, and make me rich, oh, girl Im somethin like a pimp Get that money witcha switch, I walk with a limp—big P Said, Im somethin like a pimp I never treat em like they wanna be treated, bitch, beat it Your purposell be defeated if you think that youre needed Now what do you tell a chick who has two black eyes? You aint gotta tell her nothin, you just told her twice And I dont wanna put my hands on ya, I got a plan for ya Get with my mans, he gon lay a couple grand on ya So fresh and so clean, she know the routine Its such a - wonderful thing, money flow like ravines They say Kuniva, get a clothin line but Imma chill Cause when cotton aint sellin pussy always will And these women they be knowin the deal Thats why these niggas be blowin a mil just to keep a ho in they grill And I aint never been a pimp, Im somethin like one though I fuck em and leave em, you always love or like that ho Cashin em out, they never get ahold of my chains They only get that swollen up thang, Im showin em game Hah, you was a sucka when you met her, she dogged you cause you let her See I tell a bitch quick, if you knew better youd do better They realizin I aint havin that shit Dont be surprised, Im hypnotizin every tramp that she with I send em out like Vanity 6 and I mean that Im doggin they ass, Im in joggin pants and a V-neck I put my foot up in her ass so fast That shell forget how to spell cash, she hoin with a cast on And Im knowin just what happened that day He didnt pay cause you let him take you to a matinee You get slapped that way, you cant dodge the drama Im pimpin aunts and mamas, I collect from massage parlors Menage-a-trois is really second nature I have 88 bitches straight takin it to the face {AHH!} And uh, I can give a fuck about a relation Either open your legs, or get the play, stupid bitch Im somethin like a pimp A diamond-eyed trick, but you aint seein no chips, young ho Im somethin like a pimp Cant go on trips, so you could suck my dick—yes, bitch Im somethin like a pimp You could swallow or spit, and make me rich, oh, girl Im somethin like a pimp Get that money witcha switch, I walk with a limp—big P Said, Im somethin like a pimp Well Im not a pimp or a player, see Im more like the mayor Grab a bitch up by her hair like I just dont care And swing her in the air Im talkin major ass kick Toss a bitch out the house like Kwame Kirkpatrick Im a PIMP, so I give a fuck about a BITCH But I dont make em trick, Im RICH I dont need the chips, they dont walk the strip But I could spit some game and I could talk some shit Im somethin like a pimp, similar to a mack I aint makin the news, I make my baby mama pick up the slack Drop Cadillac, truck {phone rings} fuck, I gotta go Thats my bottom ho pagin me back - Im a pimp Its 7 oclock, bitch, you aint got my money? Imma beat yo ass {girl giggles} you think its funny? Bitch get on the block in some dirty tube socks And get shot by a cop in some Reeboks Bitch Im the man, you know Im the man Keep suckin dick, til you get a hundred grand Bitch, you insane if you think Im your mane Heres 2 Gs, go fuck LeBron James A diamond-eyed trick, but you aint seein no chips, young ho Im somethin like a pimp Cant go on trips, so you could suck my dick—yes, bitch Im somethin like a pimp You could swallow or spit, and make me rich, oh, girl Im somethin like a pimp Get that money witcha switch, I walk with a limp—big P Said, Im somethin like a pimp Hah, been gettin this money off these bitches Heard me? Thats what I do, you know me Check me out anywhere, anybody tell you about Proof Got that, a.k.a. The Young Legend The Human Fly, yknowmsayin? Aiyyo, I got bitches in Michigan on Michigan Yo bitch is on Woodward nigga, next to them faggot ass niggas I got bad bitches cause you gon, you think its a cop Yeah, that aint cop thats my bitches I got the top notch bitches, yknowmsayin? Im more than a pimp, Im somethin like a pimp Cause Im a Thundercat at the same time, Wonder Rat{?} baby Big pimpin, you heard me? P.I.M.P Proof Is My Poppa, lets keep it goin Proof Is My Poppa, P.I.M.P Yknowmsayin lets go, cmon yall lets go Ooh, hey... ooh, hey... ooh, hey... Ooh, hey... ooh, hey...2Embed

Rockstar Lyrics One, two One, two, three Im a Rock Star Baby baby baby, Im a rock star Jumping jumping jumping my rock car Cause Im a Rock Star Baby, baby, baby Im a rock star Where is Marshall ? Who the hell cares ? Bizarres on stage, shaking his derrier Im a rock star, touch my belly Hugs and kisses get my clothes all sweaty Im the man, The lead singer of the band On stage, for thousands of fans Or you could be a dancer for Hammer If you look you could see me in the camera Acting like Luther Vandross Anything to get them clothes off The fans want Bizarre, they dont want Em Im backstage, makin out with Kim Im a Rock Star Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car Cause Im a Rock Star Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car Rock and Roll The girls are gazing its so amazing Black, white, thirteen to eighteen Im on T.R.L. with David Chappelle Talking about the little two days I did in jail stop Give me a sandwhich, feed me lunch You want some water? Girl wheres my punch? If I dont get punch, you gon get punched Baby baby forget lunch The guy with the shower cap running the streets Big old stomach, they all know me Last video, I was in the back Now I started a group with Horney Mac Im a Rock Star Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car Cause Im a Rock Star Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car Rock and Roll Me and 50 working out Show you what the rock stars all about Its been a while, Im coming out Doing laps around Jimmy Iovines house I dont drive, I got a chauffer to pick me up Big old truck thats all beat up Blue Cadillac, Diamond in the Back Tell him to call me back Im too busy to take his call! Im at the mall, collecting girls drawers This Rock Star stuff is the life for me June 28, buy my CD Im a Rock Star Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car Cause Im a Rock Star Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car Rock and Roll8Embed

Magic Lyrics Watch me make what I lost I aint gotta choice it is what it be Watch me make magic I pull that pigeon out the hat Pull that 50 out the bag Gunning, niggas out here dumbing It aint where you from, its where ya at Got an axe in the bag, couple of fags Stuffed in the backseat muzzled and gagged Wrapped in bubble wrap 2 lesbians a couple hustler mags Now grab the pez dispenser Fill it up to the max with muscle relaxers The governor of Alaska She lusts when I ask her To shove my pulaski sausage up in her ass huh While we hover over Nebraska Shooting at the fucking Buffalo pastures In the helicopter man I cant fuck her no faster Shes screaming grab my titties shady suck on those bastards But I aint no sucker I wont snuggle up with her after Im a Gigolo, bitch I look like the Juggalo rapper? Everyday man I just seem to get a little bit doper But shit back down, man Id rather lick on the scrotum And eat the fuckin octo mom pussy lips with some okra While I watch Whoopi Goldberg scissor with Oprah While Rosie pussy farts and takes a piss on the sofa Get the boner and play dick swords with the Jonas Brothers Your motherfucking mothers aromas Like no other I keep thinking of her smothered in somas... Watch me make what I lost I aint gotta choice it is what it be Watch me make magic I pull that pigeon out the hat Pull that 50 out the bag Gunning, niggas out here dumbing It aint where you from, its where ya at Imma take em to the top They aint fucking with the top deal Top player im the new Dre, Snoop, Pac Big chain ice hot His slang white block Bread pumping like speakers Flow Ether like Nasir You can bulletproof ya truck and get shot still Shots peel, 40 turn your brains into oxtail Pop pills, shawty pussy right but her top real She took the condom off and jerked me off like the loxs deal All I bump is Jada and Max Bent with the cramium cracked Smoother like that henny and black I be the mac with the 2 slugs, ski mask Two gloves ask about them boys tall like manute was Watch me make what I lost I aint gotta choice it is what it be Watch me make magic I pull that pigeon out the hat Pull that 50 out the bag Gunning, niggas out here dumbing It aint where you from, its where ya at3Embed

TV total Freestyle Lyrics Here I go, lyrical I have no Idea what Im doin but Im spiritual On the microphone I tear you up in stereo Im like the grand wizard, yes, Im the imperial I have no fuckin clue what the fuck Im doin But Freifick, Muschi, your whole life is ruined If you try to step to me your lifes in jeopardy Cause I will seek you out wit Now its my part! Zucker im Kaffee Und Zitrone oder Sahne in den Tee Und dazu den ganzen Tag lang nur Amor Das ist wunderbar, Señor And now its your part again, its your part again, its your part again! Yes, here we go – break it down I got the crown, Im bout to take it now Yo, I got my man and hes on the guitar And when it comes to lyrics I go so far Like a car that Im drivin, survivin of Vivarin Im alive, Im like eye of the tiger And I kick it so, so, fuckin hard Now Freifick, Muschi, dont diss me – regard it, come on! And now its my part again, here we go! Zucker im Kaffee Und Zitrone oder Sahne in den Tee Und dazu den ganzen Tag lang nur Amor Das ist wunderbar, Señor Nochmal! Zucker, Zucker, Zucker, Zucker ... Zucker im Kaffee Und Zitrone oder Sahne in den Tee, aha! Und dazu den ganzen Tag lang nur Amor Das ist wunderbar, Señor Give me some noise! Make some noise!3Embed

Rush Ya Clique Lyrics Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah D.U., what up? Show me love, baby, show me love Come on! Outsidaz Eminem, Az-Izz! Outsidaz! Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what! Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what! Outz in the area tearing things up Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what! Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what! Outz in the area tearing things up Yo, Im finally convinced my kindness and innocence Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event Outz in a fear of family presents Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat To roast motherfuckers, over lactose Stay skeed off laced weed I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks Rolling box of Tracies Call a go-go dancer Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer Hit it from the back, bitch cant hold her pants up Once for my cock Twice for my block, I got it locked like handcuffs Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut Swing a blow you cant duck, throw up your hands, what? Nobody on earth could see Pacer I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jacksons coochie Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack booty And if you ever wanna get a deal You should either OD off skill pills or steal my reel-to-reels Most of yall emcees aint tight as yall should be when Im tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks coochie prints Outsidaz, we hot as Hells flames is And Im Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges Im so weeded Im so weeded, I can freestyle for sixteen bars Right off the top, then go back to the top and then repeat it Write it down on the paper and still be able to read it I cant read, but I still write to my pen pals I cant fly, but I still float on cement clouds I cant see cause my eyes already been gouged Out; I been down with the Outz for ten thou- Sand years To the weird kids with piercings in more than one ear Lauryn, huh? Hill? What? You want me to stop? Here? Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Yeah, your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dickhead Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave Yeah, we all OD off Valiums What be the outcome? We selling twenty million albums And your record, aint nobody buy that You fell off, and had to take your five back And push a white Ac, with a bike rack Its the A, the X, the E Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free? Eff with we, what you expect to see? Deaths your destiny When its my time for rest in peace Bet they find my pistol next to me My dick is giving ecstasy Shit I say, spread like leprosy Im on a quest to be, the best emcee Living recklessly, cock the weaponry Lay you on your back Like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3 Yo follow, never question me Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Cmon yo Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Outworld baby2Embed

Murder One Lyrics Ayo Fif, I was thinking You should go back to doing the shit you used to do Murder them, murder them, if I let them demonstrate I murder them Niggas be fronting, word up its stunting til they heard up Their semi talk, I let that buck, I had these niggas running hard I pull a nigga skirt up, and have him kicking dirt up I get a nigga hit a nigga, back up stupid hard Silence, its the return of the tyrants Seein through my third eye with both closed eyelids Stand close to the homie you wanna die with Flames come out the muzzle on the shit that I spit Im talking like the feds aint listening Nigga this a pool of piranhas you fishing in I get it nigga if you want it Better ask niggas out me I be on it I get the drop, blow at your knot, perfect planning Hit your back with something hot, out the cannon Its murder one, its premeditated murder Then its another one, back to back put the work in Its murder one, its premeditated murder Then its another one, back to backroom workin You know I got the strap on me, bar holding that for me Im fucked up, it really doesnt matter though 100 9 millimeter shells in the Calico Wait, niggas drop like domino Run for your life puta, si, vamonos I was taught to see my crew a long time ago Walk around with cocaine, yeah even my mama know I cut a O in the fo with seven at a time Made 4 hundred of that, you know a nigga grind Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time A nigga shine, like a nickel 9 I been talking to the man in the mirror Nigga so ass, they be shaking like Shakira It seems like my visions getting clearer See me coming with the hammer out, death is getting near you Its funny how niggas never hear you Till you run down on them, gun down on them Its murder one, its premeditated murder Then its another one, back to back put the work in Its murder one, its premeditated murder Then its another one, back to backroom workin Yeah, starting to feel like the old me2Embed

How Come Lyrics So I changed huh You got a phone Pick up and call me How come we dont even talk no more and you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now After all the years weve been down Aint no way no how. This bullshit cant be true We family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! We were so young so full of life and vibrance Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit When Ronnie died you was right by my side With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes And a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it You even had the same type of childhood I did Sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succame to yours And mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it We grew up, grew apart as time went by us And I blew up to both yours and mines surprises Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it Much as your pride tries to hide it your cold your touch is just like ice And your eyes is a look of resentment I can sense it and I dont like it How come we dont even talk no more and you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now After all the years weve been down Aint no way no how. This bullshit cant be true We family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse On my own album with a deal but shit got worse Fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first For I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worrisome Bitch that I wasnt with I woulda hit it and quit But you were playing to talk with her and tell her she was the shit I told you dont get involved with her you would smoke in the car with her Coming outta the bar with her stumbling half drunk Like yall was husband and wife or something But me catching her fucking other niggas musta hurt your pride or something Cause you woof off at the mouth to people like you want it with me When all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced You acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose But I am really your friend, Im just trying to tell ya the truth Dont hate the game or the player the one thats changing is you How come we dont even talk no more and you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now After all the years weve been down Aint no way no how. This bullshit cant be true We family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch get to speaking all rude Fools I used to rap wit all expect magic Like my finger get to snapping and poof it just happen But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown Shady made it so my babies aint starving at home See the devil in your glance since the ghetto we been friends Forever real intelligence thats forever till the end I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the Satan in your lies Aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise How come when you talk its with bitter and spite? Its my fault for what you did with your life? And every time I go to hear you play, you look away We barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face How come? When we started dating I was almost 9 Now Im 35 missing that big behind And all I do is drive think about our lives Come home every night dodging butcher knives And I aint gon lie I like the attention Sleeping with other wives saying Im out fishing Lets put it all behind lets settle our difference You ready to talk Im ready to listen Back in the days I was feening for fame Its a shame rappers just like coochie you kick game until you bang And every waking morning Im doing the same thing Just hanging and brainstorming just trying to make a name When you blessing the game Thats when everyone around you whole perception will change And you accept it cuz you made it But when your funds faded your treated like a scoundrel Obviously your homies never gave a shit about you I paid my dues twice and I aint lying See thats first in the hood and the other after I signed No time for being kind when your enemies shown I walk alone while yall trying anything to get on How come we dont even talk no more and you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now After all the years weve been down Aint no way no how. This bullshit cant be true We family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!5Embed

Baruch College Freestyle LyricsPart I: Soul On Ice - Ras Kass The final problem is solved by throwin sulfuric acid all over your back to see your spinal column dissolve Droppin bodies like it was domino season My phenomenal legion will shoot out Your fuckin abdominal region Slim Shady, responsible for your permanent stillness Just escaped from the hospital with terminal illness Itchin to rip your fuckin frame out Cause I aint got nothing to lose Like that movie that just came out Callin your name out, first, last and your middle initial Your mom, your dad, and your pregnant widow will miss you And anybody else poppin some shitll go with you Cause I aint tryna hear it like a political issue So until I can leave with enough funds Imma shove guns up in the mouths of your loved ones Drown em face down in the bath while the tub runs Got a rap sheet thats longer than Tubbys sub buns Part II And Ima kill it, just so yall think that I cant come off the top And Ill be forced to rock unorthodox styles from off the top of the dome with a popular poem Forget a damn team, I can stop you alone Rappers thinkin they puttin out they records cause they sell But they cantt fuck with what me– we doin here with A.L Yall dont wanna do it when we kick it When we kick the fluid, rappers dont wanna get into it Yall knew it cause the feds want me They headhunt me, Im Ted Bundy I aint dead, I just fled country Said bluntly, a cannibal, animal, fed monthly Eating bread crunchy, cement beds comfy Heads lumpy, funky like a dead skunk be Med flunkie, jump off cliffs with thread bungie Wearin red undies and a black cape Rollin through the hood cracked out bumpin your whack tape Im comin through dumpin Change your rap name to Richard Jewell Cause you aint blowing up nothing Im showin up puffin Throwin up, drinkin Killin braincells til Im slow and not thinkin Growin up stinkin, born with bad odor Give me Hennessy, but please dont add soda Now whos doper? You couldnt beat me when Im sober Im off my fuckin rocker like your grandma tippin over, Slim Shady Son, where you from son? Yo, Im from Detroit city Uh huh Im bout to do a little something like this A little something like this. Ok, drop that shit. Bust it, bust it Yo, I hang with a bunch of hippies And wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit roaches and light up like jack-o-lanterns Outsidaz baby, and we suin the courts Cause we dope as fuck and only get a two in the Source Yo, they never shoulda booted me outta reform school Deformed fool, taking a shit in a warm pool Till they threw me out the Ramada Inn I said it wasnt me, I got a twin It all started when my mother took my bike away Cause I murdered my guinea pig And stuck him in the microwave After that, it was straight to the forty ouncers Slappin teachers and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Forget the next lesson, Ill pass the test guessin And all the other kids said Eminem is a thizz head Hell never last, the only class hell ever pass is phys-ed Maybe true, til I told this girl in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps she need a Slim Fast Yeah, girl you so big You stepped, walked into Vic Tannys And stepped on Jenny Craig She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig Put me in a headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig I felt the evilness and started transformin It began stormin, I heard a bunch of cheerin fans swarmin Picked that bitch by her hair, drug her across the ground And threw her up to the highest Diving board to toss her down Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop While I drop this girl face down and watch her belly flop, cause its like that And I come in and I start wildin and shit Then I be busting a lyric And rappers dont believe Im freestyling it Well here it goes when Im kicking lyrical flows From your head to your toes So that every rapper in this place knows Cause when it comes to the freestyle Coming off of the top of the dome Im knocking your mouth and ya off, so who you copying off? Stop being soft, Im standing on top of your loft Killing you off slowly, like Roberta Flack Ive never heard of wack MCs that try to step to me, Ill break your verta-back Or vertebrae, increase the murder rates In 79 states... Yo, check it Im bout to pass the mic to the next MC who wanna step up and flex With the techs, but make sure your shit is fresh Come on, wreck it, who wanna be next? It goes like this: Broke the rubber, busted a nut up in your mother So how do you feel about having another little brother Nasty motherfucker, talking trash like a trucker Snatch your bitch up out your track Ill smack her up and fucked her Always talk shit high, smoking chocolate Thai So yall can die, just for walking by giving an awkward eye Ive lost my motherfucking marbles Smelling like a brewery Droolin at the way your jewelery sparkles Head full of charcoal, smoked out brain particles Burning holes in clothes articles A retarded fool since I started school Burned the weed before I learned to read, disregarded rules Skip the classes to blaze the blunt ashes Kissing front dashes from smashing up Cars like stunt crashes Hall passes for restrooms, chewing mushrooms Doing rush fumes in the lunch room Looking nervous, liquor in my thermos Hung with hermits that carry guns without permits Staring at the bitch with firm tits Jacking off, aiming straight for both lips when my sperm spits Set it off Rappers get beheaded if they soft Yo they get they wires crossed Rappers try to step to me but Im so ill Ill fire your boss And this is all freestyle, killing it While Im filling it with adrenaline, rappers be feeling it Like it was braille, so yall can touch me anywhere Cause I want you to feel me Rappers wanna kill me, but they dont thrill me So check it, Im bout to wreck when I make the record Cause Im, skinny like an anorexic girl headed for the exit Running butt naked away from just being date raped Rappers? I twist em into a great shape And throw em in the Great Lakes Cause Im from the Michigan state For fishermans sake, I throw em and toss em in Rappers try to step to me But this is the Holocaust and youll never win Cause Ive forever been bent, forever demented Rappers try to step to me but their shit is sweet-scented And Im demented, and if I said it I meant it Killin any MC cause Im Infinite, and when it Comes to the way that Im spittin lyrical infinite ammunition And putting a clip in this lyrical track that I just be rippin Crushing it, killing it, taking your best line and hushing it Taking your shit and flushing it down the toilet Taking your biggest plot and foil it Rappers cant uncoil it, Ill take my shit and aluminum foil it Then throw it in the microwave and watch burn up Cause Imma blow up Rappers? I make em ill enough to throw up Dont show up if you come to the battle Can I speed it up? Just a little bit? Alright thats cool. Alright Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it This one for Quest. Some people say Im strange, I tell them aint shit changed Im still the same lame asshole with a different name 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 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 squeamish 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 while youre 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 hospital 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 Imma no a head-butt so hard, I knock us both out No doubt8Embed

Freestyle LyricsI stay higher than racial tension, with a facial expression Tensed up like Im suffering from a case of nasal congestion Eyes hazel, complexion beige, age still in question Critics hate my tape, kids cant wait for the next one As long as theres rejects, my tape never ejects the deck Thats the level of respect each CD gets While yall graspin at straws like me snorting crushed Aspirin And gasping at air and collapsing in malls Im just a realistic impression of artistic expression Whose tape was in the deck when kids shot up the delicatessen So when I launch a verse full of controverse Thatll haunt you worse than Ma$e before he joined a church Im sorry kids I dismissed this class Im going back in the broom closet to sniff this gas Um, Mr. Mathers just missed the bathroom Pissed his pants and the world still kissed his ass This is my last album cause this is my last Valium Just pick my ass up when I pass out in the bathroom If yall dont like the shit that youre hearing Then blow me til your lipstick is smearing And I can see my dick disappearing May 23rd That means were taking over this year, you heard?, you heard? Yo, May 23rd That means were taking over this year, you heard?, you heard?4Embed

Infinite Lyrics Ah, yeah This is Eminem, baby, back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your motherfuckin mind We represent the 313, you know what I’m saying? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the 96 Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, the zany actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin skills got you climbin hills I travel through your mind, and chill your spine like siren drills Im slimin grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twistin necks of rappers Til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of narration Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion There aint no time to be starin, gazin I turn the stage into a barren wasteland Im Infinite; you heard of Hell Well, I was sent from it I went to it, serving a sentence For murdering instruments Now Im trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat, Im tempted To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite Bust it! I let the beat commence So I can beat the sense in your elite defense I got some meat to mince A crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MCs, and stand the lonely one Imitator, intimidator, stimulator Simulator of data eliminator Theres never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases My thesisll smash a stereo to pieces My a cappella releases classic masterpieces Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite Im Infinite; you heard of Hell Well, I was sent from it I went to it, serving a sentence For murdering instruments Now Im trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat, Im tempted To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite Man, I got evidence, Im never dense And Ive been clever ever since my residence was hesitant To do some shit that represents the MO So Im assuming all responsibility ‘Cause theres a monster will in me That always wants to kill MCs Mic nestler, slammin like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasnt practical Id rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy In fact, I cant see, or cant imagine A man who aint a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo On my last jam, plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, ‘cause once you make an instant hit Im tensed a bit, and tempted When I see the sins my friends commit Im Infinite; you heard of Hell Well, I was sent from it I went to it, serving a sentence For murdering instruments Now Im trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat, Im tempted To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite 95, 96 And on and on and on 5Embed

12 Days of Diss-Mas Lyrics1. Hit Em Up by 2Pac 2. Diss Fe Liar by YZ 3. Real Muthaphuckkin Gs by Eazy-E 4. The Bitch in Yoo by Common 5. Fuck Compton by Tim Dog 6. Fuck wit Dre Day by Dr. Dre 7. No Vaseline by Ice Cube 8. Fuck tha Police by N.W.A 9. Jack the Ripper by LL Cool J 10. 10% Dis by MC Lyte 11. Roxannes Revenge by Roxanne Shanté 12. The Bridge Is Over by Boogie Down - Honorable Mentions: 13. Wack M.C.s by Del The Funky Homosapien - Bonus Track: 14. Your Lifes on the Line by 50 CentEmbed

Freestyle Lyrics Id be a horrible mixtape DJ I would be really fuckin bad This is motherfuckin Eminem! Or just Eminem, whatever you wanna call me And youre listenin to motherfuckin easy listenin sounds er- Whatever, clean your fuckin earwax out This is motherfuckin DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King And, it goes a little somethin like this... Yo, turn that click off Aight, yo... My music is soothin but its also been proven That it can put you in the mood to jump outta your car while its movin You been waitin on this moment, my sermon is like a omen Im servin, Im Erick Sermon, I saw the window was open And I jumped through it, my shit if you dont get pumped to it I quit, heres my rhyme book, go head and thumb through it And pick what you want from it, rummage and find somethin You can use to jump someone and roll up bumpin Im constantly coppin over you, squattin, shit has gotten To the point where I aint even writin no more, Im just jottin This is chicken scratch, shit is sickenin, I been kickin ass Off bullshit throwaway rhymes, pick a batch I live for the love of rap, you crazy Ive made beats for Jay-Z for free, page me You need a beat, you Canibus? Then its Dres fee You Kay Slay? The fees waived, I stay beefin With J.D. til the day Dre 2-ways me That its okay to stop blazin him Oops! I put it out, I pologize now Its too late, G, its on tape and the tape leaked Say What You Say, motherfucker Drama King, Kay Slay, motherfucker We dictate these mixtapes, motherfucker Xzibit, blaze this little gay midget cocksucker2Embed

Don’t Come Down Lyrics Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out So when you find yourself in pieces As a child I was foul Ma, I couldnt understand them things that came out your mouth You would fuss, cuss til your blood pressure was up Then give up and slouch on the couch and drink your liquor A hard-headed nigga I was, quick temper Short attention span not attending class What a dummy, I would run over you honey You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a Mommy Dont use my phone, dont even eat my food Matter of fact, dont speak and it was just me and you In the house, with that mouse and them traps and that gat Waiting on the day for you to pull the trigger back Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out So when you find yourself in pieces You trying to kill me boy, thats what you wanna do kill me? Ma youre not feeling me, the beef is not that drastic Weed blasted bastard, youre lying You tuck plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em She knew, but she hated that it was true I done raised two boys, I can do away with you The locks changed, and the nights got colder Im slanging boulders, looking like a boulder toker But fuck it, Im the Obster, Im down for mines Ma She ride by my corner like, Im not gonna cry I would not reap the pain of watching my youngest man On the corner slanging cane, Im calling the cops Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out So when you find yourself in pieces Ma, even though I left the house wrong Seventeen years old on my own, using these streets as my home Theres no need to prolong this beef dear, I love you Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you You the reason when I hustle, I knew to stack The reason when I opened up mics I knew to rip The ethics you enstored in this hectic young brother Rubbed off after all, now look at your boy When they ask about me now you wont just put your head down Straighten up Ma, you can smile now proud Everythings kosher with the boasterest Obster Lets get closer, so regrets never approach us Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out So when you find yourself in pieces Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out Dont come down things will always work out So when you find yourself in pieces2Embed

Shady Narcotics Lyrics Yeah! Goddamn! Feels like a long time, dont it? Did you miss us? We missed you! Haha! Shady Narcotics Its The Re-Up, pussies! And were back: myself D12, 50 Cent Obie Trice, Stat Quo A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist And I would also like to introduce The two newest members of the family: One goes by the name of Bobby Creek The other goes by the name of Ca$his From Orange County And I think its about time we just cut the bullshit, lets go!3Embed

Lose My Mind Lyrics Yeah man is like I dont been through so much man I dont see so much shit out here man All this material shit man this shit dont mean shit to me man You know its like I done did so much man I aint got no shit to show for it man Fuck The World man, naw Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that, yeeaah Everybody trying to KILL me I dont have no friends Im by myself in this muthafucking Benz Dont you TEST me, nothings going right and yeah I wanna fight So im jumping in the night you gonna RESPECT me I dont wanna talk my nerves bad and I having suicidal thoughts Somebody WATCHING me I can feel the heat who ever in here is scared I can hear they heart beat and they aint no STOPPING me Im out of control like a nigga locked up then just got out of the hole What they DO TO ME, put me in this game give me all this fame And expect for me to change my fuckin mind You motherfuckers dont know me You motherfuckers dont know me You motherfuckers dont know me You motherfuckers dont know me I am not going to jail, we gonna smoke our weed We dont need no help, you dont wanna fuck with me I do not CARE, ya wont get enough Im from the neighborhood where we throw the first punch Get out my WAY, I had a bad day My brother wouldnt have died if I had my AK, ya dont FEEL ME I am on the edge, so when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed You dont LOVE ME, You just like my car And if I ever went broke you find another star Dont you TOUCH ME, I dont need a wife I love my lil girl but her momma needs a life 4Embed

Tylenol Island Lyrics Slim motherfuckin Shady Aight Missy Elliott, Timbo, cmon, yo Im homicidal and suicidal, with no friends Holding a gun with no handles, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin TECs at you until you see your fuckin legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth Fuck mouth, my whole house is foamin at the couch Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a buildin 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 and suffocated your oxygen mask Shit, if I get any higher Ima get the East and West beefin again Fly back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire Oh fuck. Oh shit. I got the hotel room ready. What time are you getting off... work? Or shall I say... what time are you coming home. Aight, yo, yo, yo One more time, yo Im only smilin when Im violent, got on a plane wylin Told the pilot to fly me to Tylenol Island Stewardess like, You restless? Nah, bitch, Im restful Just hold this fuckin jet still so I can eat these pretzels Forget school, the other kids are disrespectful They hold me down and play connect-the-dots with my freckles I cant take it, Im tryin to gain weight, so I eat steak Swallow the whole plate and weigh myself naked Put out albums to teach kids family values Cause every mom and dad should allow you to pop Valiums And never hit someone unless you got a reason And if there aint a reason, make one up, start swingin1Embed

Soldier Lyrics G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! Its a fact homie, eagles dont fly in flocks But the eagles I got hold sixteen shots Like beefin, homie I aint sayin a word Ill run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself If you lucky motherfucker, Im solider I told ya Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin the dust Five point O, burnin the clutch, while Im burnin the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, Im turnin it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin or what You done told them you respect me, now tell them Im the nicest Admit it nigga, Im a mid-life crisis G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! Its like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks been blowin on purple stuff before that fat nigga Pennies make dollars, and dollars make death threats Im doin remixes to bulletproof the Lex next Duck nigga, everydays war Im heavy on sports, so my drawers like the NBA store Dont make me send the piece at you Ill have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo Look creampuff, you can get killed here Nigga you aint invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair Ive always been a picky man, but I aint a flowered star So Imma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin the crown, airin em down Were in the pound puttin fear in the clown Im running with gangstas, dont make one of em shank ya G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! Imma ride with my rap shit and my body armor Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber Four five six feet, I off ya feet I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep Your records cant sell, your company is buyin em Give it up, Burger King is hirin You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot Talkin to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now Im choppin big birds and them bundles too For that Master P money, that shoppin spree money That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money Im tryin to build empires across the state line So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime I jump out with a nina and a mack I have you like Khia, my neck, my back1Embed

Everybody’s Looking at Me Lyrics Lights, action, cameras flashin Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashin Flashin Type who might throw his underwear in the trash like Marilyn Manson Updated Axle Rose White version of Shaft, pimp slappin hoes Pull up like a Mac, jet black limo Stretch so far back, cant see the back windows Steppin out, pink hats, furs and minks Chick on each arm, what the you think? Right arm got that kid from NSYNCs chick on it Left arm got that little P!nk chick on it Me and Dre at the VMAs again Pissin off all these lesbians and gays again Aight, dawg , you want war? You beatin us—not a chance Let me show you what the clip does Cause D12 is harder than virgins inside strip clubs Yo, we bust thugs You beatin us is like twenty inch on Love Bugs: It wont happen, satisfaction I got you backspin Actin like you harder than life Ayo, yo, we smarter Peace to Obie Trice, rock a mic, its only right Ob Trice around the globe twice How it feel with DeShaun chosen words Peace to Mark Labelle, Flex and Paul Rosenburg Yo, Em-Diddy save me Ayo, I think my dads gone crazy My head hits the pillow, a weepin willow I cant sleep, a pain so deep, it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows Im hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you dont know me I keep sayin it, I cant stress it enough So keep playin it, and stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation When Im stranglin my own throat masturbatin Shit yeah, Im a basket case And I mastered this rap s til my ass gets wasted Til my assassination Til Im slain cause of some infatuation .44 mags a fascination A taste for disaster, and if thats the case, then— Aight, dawg, you involved with a hog Thatll spit a bar like a brick of raw Get you off like porn tricks, born with natural ability To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty Smackin an iller me with accurate agility Attack your facility then its back to my killin spree Jigga, Nelly is cool, its the wack ones thats killin me While Clinton got head, I was in the sack with old Hillary The fact Im an ill MC strapped with artillery I got your family at your funeral clappin with misery I can happen to him or me, better the other way Pillow watch her suffocate Youre hard, Doody, for D12 Funk Flex, more noise than a seashell Yall faker than , we big in Dallas We unsigned without the hype back before Rick Morales Put it down there, rip your lungs with talons Yall lack talents, in fact, youre all off balance Ima say it like this: youre short like And just tune in to show on June 4th2Embed

Eminem Freestyle LyricsIll shove a gun in ya 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 you breathing or 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 the Jeep, slam on the gas and charge you And bombard you in the car that ya mom bought you Mess around and get choked and found in a moat Floating around drowned face down in a boat Ill pile five dudes in a Pinto And well pull up to the seven mile drive-thru At McDonalds and pile-drive you I got the power to snatch a driver out his Eddie Bauer When it rides by me at ninety miler per hour This place is my house, I might as well erase my face with white-out Cause yall cant see me like Mases eyebrows Its like that, its like that3Embed

Hands on You Lyrics Babe uh, yeah! Girl, you my only one though aight, haha You my baby, fuck all that shit, alright? Youre the one for me Check it out Baby Im feeling the feelings you giving, Im feelin your style And Im willing to let my guard down to figure you out Im picturing your figure in a swimsuit wiling Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands Cause the vibe you giving me now Feels like Im an innocent child Sinning is never tempting when other womens around Hands down, this is my vow I never heard a moan sound so profound When a niggas digging you out, phone rings You cuss them motherfuckers out, quit calling the house! If I call, youre in route Theres a drought, you look out Im on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head and squeeze Please believe I aint scared of commitment Fuck head from them bitches! When you could do the same, but that respect is given Our intimacy is significantly different You gon ride for me Then Im gon ride for you If you put your mouth on me Im a put my mouth on you Together there aint nothing we cant do Any problem we can see it through Baby if you promise to be true I will never put my hands on you Come on and think about it We aint even got to talk when we see each other We got it all chalked out when we see each other under them covers You my lover, Im your friend, Im your man, but Im saying Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand Visions of you having my little man We joke, you call me George Foreman Cause Im namin him O number four, me Im three Plus the ol G like the personality, she say its meant to be Im in the bathroom when you pee She in the bathroom too when a nigga doo-doo, you my boo-boo Theres nothing in this world that a nigga wouldnt do to Satisfy - this my bitch that ride My bitch with the pistol in the ride A nigga act up she busting, she aint got to decide No discussion, shell put a slug in a tough niggas muffin Youre fucking wit her husband You gon ride for me Then Im gon ride for you If you put your mouth on me Im a put my mouth on you Together there aint nothing we cant do Any problem we can see it through Baby if you promise to be true I will never put my hands on you Come on and think about it Come on and think about it You got a ring about it Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage Drama we overcome it if we out numbered I promise itll be us against a hundred Rushing to your side when you vomit eating pickles and peanut butter Eight months later Obie rubbing your stomach Paying homage to your momma for raising a girl proper Enough to call O her Baby Father You aint gotta bother bout a deal, I swear I keep it real Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal Its signed and sealed, you the only female Hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail Post bail and post up for sale I swore, I swear we will always live well Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills Whos gon stop us? Nobody! Wes that deal You gon ride for me Then Im gon ride for you If you put your mouth on me Im a put my mouth on you Together there aint nothing we cant do Any problem we can see it through Baby if you promise to be true I will never put my hands on you Come on and think about it If you gon stand by me Then Im gon stand by you If you promise youll be true Then Ill never put my hands on you But! dont you play me for no fool bitch! Cause if I put my mouth on you After you put your mouth on someone else Better find someone else new Come on and think about it Yeah.. Obie Trice Shady!4Embed

Many Men Lyrics Hey, yo, Im the king of this muthafucka, Im the king of Detroit You do what I say what I say nigga, yo dont say it we gonna smoke this nigga Proof Fuck that you shoot that nigga, right there, get that nigga! King Of Detroit, what up now fool, what up now nigga! Many men, wish death upon P Its hard to survive in the 313 Im trying to be what Im destined to be And niggas tryin to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin wit me He aint come dollo face in 1E Watch what you say when you talk about me Cuz I come and take your life away Many men, many many many many men Wish death upon me Dog I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Man these pussy niggas put money on head Gonna get your refund, cuz motha fucka I aint dead Im the dozen in the dirt, that aint been found The real king of the D that aint been crowned When Im on, something special happens every time Im the dopest, something like Roy Jones in his prime I walk the planks of the jungle, got a problem then fuck you Show you what my gun do, if you whack and unhumble Be for real, punk niggas, your new to the beat Ask any playa in the D, your new to the streets Yall aint from 7 mile, and yall aint wound Fuck a bone, when you hear that click its a gun! Many men, many many many many men wish death upon me Dog I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men, many many many many men Wish death upon me Now there wouldnt be real, if it wasnt for no heart If there wasnt 8 mile, there wouldnt be O Port Death gotta be easy, cuz life is hard Murk you in afterlife, and see twice the god This is for my niggas on the yo, doin there time The real murkers in Detroit, that shine on the ground I heard about that little hit, that u put in the hood But your shootifyougetshot aint gonna do no good Im like MG for shady, you can call me the Don If you Micheal mothafucka, you gonna die in the storm Cant switch sides homie, let cash ride homie Thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? You know how many mothafuckas wanna hear your bone break? PA 7 Mile, FAs on May School craft LA mack and B-wick CCs Runyan AV. Thats who P wit The cops dont know much, where I tuck my Glock I got the word from E-dog when Stuck got locked Aint gunna spell it out for you muthafuckas on the grind Are you blind nigga, cant read between the lines From Cameon, Rico Shocka and G-low Rock man, First born, boxy and Dlow Now lets clear, Im here for a real reason He do a a hit, I do a hit, lets see whos still breathin gasp Many Friends I lost to this game, and this cocksucka come namin names So many hommies that passed away Run up on him, point-blank and blast away Many friends, many many many many friends That died on me I should have preserved my dog, poured out on the curb for yall Your R.I.P Many friends I lost to this game, and this cocksucka coome namin names So many hommies that passed away Run up on him point-blank and blast away For Lewon, Click-click, Bugs and Snook, Dont care bout all them drugs he took Watch what you say when you talk about me, Cuz Im always gonna walk the D Many friends That died on me I shall have preserved my dogs, poured out on the curb for yall Yo R.I.P4Embed

Oh! Lyrics Yeah Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks I came in the game profane, no image I came in the game with a name I was given From a mane who aint give a fuck about his child—ren I proclaim the name, though Never in vain, no, watch the change grow A young nigga who done gained from fame, copped the Range Ro Now they want my brains on the main road But they dont understand what I came for How I came forth with a million sold Who say you cant grow from mildew and mold? Get money like Ross Perot Im often told, a coffins the routes I go Oh, thats the road you on, oh no Im down for the rightful tone of fo fo Dont ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that youre loco, put holes in my photo Nope! Ob Hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause O a thug, roll solo Impose on grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Believe that the boy see no evil OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin the dirty cycle OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant Til these niggas nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He Rocs the Mic no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts like Leviathan Im in position to hire other clients then Meanwhile, Im a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldiers retirin, I aint buyin Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a nigga, who views bias I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces violence Produce them sirens, you in the spital, orange juice and vitamins OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin the dirty cycle OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unks ago So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasnt in touch When the teacher had spoke Naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reachin got through my dome Niggas gaffle so the gatll be chrome Pulled the winnin raffle so I scramble with a track and the foams Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happenings thats factual back in my home This is rap, but I aint rappin so you clap in the zone Think youre trapped in the act, for the sake of performin This is your warnin, run up on them wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm O. Treezys gone, my nigga Bus bring the hook back here for em Cmon OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin the dirty cycle OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho1Embed

Trife Thieves Lyrics Trife thieves, we cant be trusted Steppin to my clique the wrong way and get yo motherfuckin dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches We aint just shootin niggas, we buckin bitches Trife thieves, we cant be trusted Steppin to my clique the wrong way and get yo motherfuckin dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches We aint just shootin niggas, we buckin bitches My fully loaded nine will shoot through your metal door Have ya niggas far and out like white kids at grocery stores Battle Bizarre and its just too deadly Even a rapper with amnesia who met me still couldnt forget me If I dont get all my fuckin dough Yall gon see more fights and spits than the Jerry Springer show Cause Im a nasty, dirty, filthy bitch For ten rocks even a basshead with AIDS would suck my dick Cause Im quick to snatch a nigga out his Polo Im the reason niggas come ten deep and end up leavin solo Me losin? Yall niggas must be buggin We can battle for ten minutes and let your cousins be the judges Im the illest rapper to come out thus far Ill shoot anybody; even the bitch who gave me CPR Step to the Outz and end up getting burned Fuck around and get raped like one of Bill Clintons interns Ill shove a gun in ya 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 you breathin and youll be leavin the receivin room this evenin with Jesus You hate on us and well be waitin on eight corners Swarmin ya hood with a thousand angry skateboarders I hop in a Jeep, 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 Floatin around drowned, face down in a boat Ill pile five dudes in a Pinto and pull up To the 7 Mile drive-through at McDonalds and pile-drive you I got the power to snatch a motherfucker out of his car When he rides by me at ninety 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 Im dressed to please sucking nips Yeah, she get it the same way that I fucked the chick Stuck my hands in her panties like bitch suck my dick 87 freak 187 heat the passion rolls Im passin clothes You like it in the ass is what Im askin hoes Arent you Fuzz he has sold more albums then the Jacksons sold I love you baby if Im not with you then Im blastin foes Telepathically harrasing foes I know your little sister is fourteen but her ass can grow Ice-berg took down Titanic elastical Given my fans the exact shit they askin fo Fuzz Scooter fucking one man bout to show You passing one blunt bitch we passing four I rode your ass and smoked take one pull and smoke your head up Ill send you to tell 2Pac to keep his head up I went to the fighting really Canibus who can get up I knew this shit was over from the fucking blood that he spit up Ran a couple more miles should have done more sit-ups I want his dumb ass to jump up bitch and get lit up Call your bitch like, Bitch, come and pick this bitch up On battle you be sweeter then I get this shit up Ill stomp you too you get up Or stomp you to the cops come Eighty niggas came when your fucking block got dumb Trife thieves, we cant be trusted Steppin to my clique the wrong way and get yo motherfuckin dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches We aint just shootin niggas, we buckin bitches Trife thieves, we cant be trusted Steppin to my clique the wrong way and get yo motherfuckin dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches We aint just shootin niggas, we buckin bitches5Embed

Eminem and Dilated Peoples Freestyle Lyrics Peace to Thirstin Howl, A.L. and Wordsworth My mother smoked crack, I had a premature birth Im just a nerd cursed, with badly disturbed nerves Who wanna be the one to step up and get served first? Ninety-nine percent of aliens prefer Earth So Im here to rule the planet, starting with your turf I hid a secret message inside of a word search With smeared letters, running together in blurred spurts I hang with male chauvinist pigs and perverts Who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts Been a bad boy since diapers and Gerbers My first words were bleep-bleep and curse-curse Never had ish, and I still dont deserve dirt My breath still stinks and Im on my third Certs Yanking out my stitches, hollering, Nurse! nurse! You said this shot would numb it! Trick, it just hurts worse! Grew up in a dump next door to a burnt church But gunshots drowned out crickets and bird chirps And its like that, and its like that Got no apathy Yo, I platform my strategy, mix words in alchemy Evidence, I wont get caught shot on the balcony Between you and I, Ill tell you heres the diff Gun to your head, youre dead, pointblank I shapeshift Thats right to dear, anelope, or owl In life, use your potential, or Steve Howe Im about to call it quits, yo too much weightll break your rack mount The manll make you move, yo so make your move a backout You say I use my name too much as a clutch Try holding on to beat instead of pushing on your crutch Flipped it backwards, Evidence attack nerds off the head Steadfast, right or left, dont matter see you coming Deaf/Def like Leppards, pop the piece, I be the sheppard Causing the herd, the name is Ev absurd Verbs get flipped, its like this, yo acronyms and all that Methaphor imagery, you claiming metaphors and spitting similies Not having it, the name is Evidence Like Pos. K gibbin the life thinking of stabbing it Skills prevail you possess, take no offense But dont profess lies within your mind, tempt and stress Its like uh-oh-oh Its Dilated Peoples on the Wake Up Show-uh-oh We kick a lick or some for the radio-uh-oh Yo CaTashTrophic like Rico2Embed

Syllables LyricsIt’s not about lyrics anymore, it’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it Cause nowadays these kids, jeez Don’t give a shit bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and thats it Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ’s playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We dont know a word to a verse All we know is the chorus Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the songs ginormous, the whole formula’s switched Cause we don’t know anymore, what are hits Is it the beat, is it the rap Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When 13 year olds control the remote And Ashley’s got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables If the emphasis on the compact disc isn’t the beat Than I’m gon feature EM and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow Bang bang look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing’ cost ya man lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? Its just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow You bought the shit I guess you to blame too I just found the angle No more reality flow I’m tryna time my album dropping with a reality show Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97 And call my publicist tell her “we in press heaven” No one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the internet So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em? Your emphasis is on the wrong Syllable They said 30′s the new 20 Funny, must mean 40′s the new 30 Interesting cause ever since then it’s been in a sense An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half Of the shit coming out right now Its all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it’s his last and 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops what we got then So now our whole camps is running around scrambling over what to do Gambling everytime we put a record out Just looking for that hook Shorty I love you And you love me too We were meant to be cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you Go shorty, its your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay Its the kid that flip flows who used to flip O’s And run G for days used to see how I get hoes I’m international, I get my dick licked round the globe I’m sick right into show, riding on lolo’s Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo’s Don’t fuck with the dodo’s, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I aint got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, its not a game, me B, I aint playing Beep behind me player, so you here anyway You don’t hear what I’m saying Me fin-nini-na Fee-fi-dididee-yay Just give me my check and I’ll be on my way Sunny bunny money and funny You aint even listening and I just took your money This aint top 40 or hit list shit Not for TRL, no Rick Dees picks This is straight GRL ski mix bitch Call me Strasburg when I pitch this shit I leave these other rappers so tongue-tied They just local, GRs worldwide You sound like cabbage, ya wilted outside I spit tomatoes straight from the vine Leave these other artists lookin all sundried A bunch of little stains, to them Im Tide Keep a stain stick in my Subaru ride Glass all black cant see us igniting Paint white out like you fucked up writing Mount baker bout to get a boost in style In the parking lot they cant help but smile Maam please cover the eyes of your child Gunz come out you know bumpin 50 Subie 2 shes covered with bitties Snowpants blue like the sign for thrifty So baggy what are those a fuckin size 60? Burrito legs bitch, call me big shittyEmbed

Steve Berman Lyrics Eminem opens the door Hey Steve... Uh, Vanessa said you wanted to see me? Whats up? Marshall... I can call you Marshall, right? Uhh... sure Good Sit the fuck down for a second Okay Do you just fucking hate me? Hate you? What— What the fuck have I ever done to you? Your last record, we got lucky This D12 album is fucked! Whats wrong with it? I dont wanna rape my grandmother! I dont wanna have sex with pitbulls! I wanna roll on dubs, I wanna throw bows, I wanna rock prada! Rock prada? And who the fuck is this Bizarre guy? What do you mean? Do you need a CAT scan?! Where the fuck did you find this guy?! I—I mean, Ive known him for like... This albums never coming out Steve, youve only heard one song! Fuck you! Get the fuck outta here! Now! O-Okay, okay, shit!!2Embed

Lu Myself Lyrics Lu myself, first of all accuse myself for being a fool All attempts to school myself have failed To improve means to remove myself From this pool of sharks, dark as the mood I felt I’m losing fuel, that’s all the food I refuse myself That’s how you do when you do yourself And if I lose, I could never excuse myself Till I grow old, sit back and accrue my wealth You don’t stand a chance, matter of fact, you don’t have half the stance To stand if you stood half a chance Like c-h-a to dance with this man from the C.H.A’s Give it up, just abandon plan Since you don’t have half the stance like an amputee You don’t have half the pants that it takes To command a family The fan or command a fee So you will never get the ransom you demand from me The good news, my foot’s loose, my hands is free So I dance all footloose and fancy free Big Ups to footloose and all the fans of me My fan base expands from Vans to Timberlands From mansions to Section 8 campuses B I’m they champion and I ain’t even SoundScanned it, see, I been lamping Whipping up an answer to these rappers who got it backwards Like zipping up their pants to pee Like I’m just a rapper and I ain’t dapper Im frequently fly, I can go to France for free But I ain’t no fan in base, cooking up grams of C We in a wet stretching O’s like rubber bands to feed But that was white boy 100 grand to key When I’m posted up with this little punk ass chump cash advance That they handing me, I came back with birds like Brandon Lee I came back with words in a stanzas G Told ya, right back like Stan, Imma stand till it answers me I’m concentrating man, Im an oscillating fan When they wanna shake hands with me, it sucks right now Hear it through ya spirit just dampens B Like damn that was my man, what the hell happened to he? His fan base is disbanded B ‘Cause his lyrics don’t mirror when he first landed see Don’t give into this land to please So help me God, Imma kill it, that’s my word Remove this blindfold, just give us a chance to see And Imma quit it the minute it abandons me My plan’s to be here for a minute Then I’m finished, then I’m vamping G Most these cats is pussies, pearl tongues, oysters and clams to me Flintstone money can’t even stand being in their glances geez They say it’s looking good, from my vantage B? Shit is sinking like Atlantis B and I’m more set than Alanis What, you ain’t understanding me? Am I speaking Spanish B? Well adios holmes, am I getting sloppy Joe? Well what am I, a Manwich B? I got a Big Mac if you want a sandwich G Who else you know keep the Mickey D tucked With the windy on his shoulder? I told ya, give it up dog, it’s over4Embed

She’s the One Lyrics Slim Shady, asshole For any nigga with guns We got guns too More heated Ready to outgun you Its too late I already outgunned you You was around You know the outcome too Lets play, let me show you what Game is Heartbreak, Im showing you what pain is Please, Im repping the D homeboy Where your guns, you stepping to me homeboy Royce 59s the name, niggas know And niggas know, dealing with me niggas know Ayo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive Psych, I aint got no five, you gold digger You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga I got money, Im just here to bug you girl You cant get none, but you know I love you girl Yo she the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh Same one that aint really got shit, huh She want her hair done, then get her nails done Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Chanel, huh She the one who aint really got shit, huh That little bitch that really aint got tits, huh The fucking slut with her chest enhanced Titty dances to pay for her breasts implants, huh Anybody with knives, we got knives too More sharper and ready to outslice you About five dudes deep, who out-size you And wanna see insides coming outside you Get me drunk and Ill drink anything you can think Whats up Ms. Bitch; (Yo, whats up with the ring You married?) Shit, Im still mingling, bitch I just wanted this ring, this the only finger it fit Wattup with you, you married Of course you are, you little fucking trailer park whore (Trailer, I dont live in no trailer I live in a mobilization unit, for your information) Bitch, I got a dick, wanna fuck Hold still, swallow this birth control pill, slut Before I pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out A year-and-a-half old, potty-trained baby falls out And I aint staying to pay no child support Are you playing? Be a man? Bitch what you saying You tryin to pull some bullshit while I got one arm free You want me to make this half-nelson a full Whats up boo, this is for you and your girlfriend You Bankhead, up in Detroit we Earl Flynn Assholes get guns and flashed those Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those Royce, Im the king Gimme money, gimme jewels, everything Ayo, you with the long hair, is it yours I guess so, got a receipt paid for Got anymore lipstick? Im sick of red Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head I know you ghetto, I aint trying to take the ghetto out Things about you to tell about, mellow out Im the one that be making the clubs say what Getting love, and making the club say what Some of you cats hate on the low and got sick Any songs thats not hits, its not this 7Embed

Love The Way You Lie 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 alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats alright 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 alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats alright 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 Till the walls are going up In smoke with all our memories Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah-yeah Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie2Embed

Look in My Eyes Lyrics Every man determined his definition of realness Whats real to him Everybody got their own definition of gangsta, man Okay, this is my definition of gangsta Surprise motherfuckers You thought I never would arise motherfuckers Its Obie Trice motherfuckers Look in the eyes of a real guy I aint got time for lies, niggas frontin like they lyin Nigga ya not tough decease the bluff These streets is too heated up for you to front Dre laced the beat, heated up for you to bump Real name no gimmicks, give my niggas what they want Fuck the image and the blunt, that aint rap dog Be who you wanna be, but let it be fact dog Well never let a nigga tell you how you should act dog Specially when youre fuckin with automatic gats, dog These niggas aint playin, Im sayin Im sprayin, I do my dirty work with my hands Im a man, layin a nigga down, he advance You fuckin with my plans, Im lookin for the tooth Look in my eyes Sayin theres a love I can hate, cause its a thin line Walk around with my chest out like I got 9 lives Never will get to your strap before I find mine Wonder what the future is like, look in my eyes Real Gs anticipate they got to have mine All the hoes shoutin me out say its all about time Niggas never open they mouth cause they know my kind Find it hard to figure me out, look in my eyes Now when Obies up to bat, they asked Obie How you cope with that, cope aesthetically man I Kobe Bryant rap Im so defiant that the lines uninviting my rhyme I swear Im outta my mind sometimes Out on the grind, my kind Nickel and dime niggas we aint rich yet We on the corner with a 40 and a biscuit Ready for bitch shit, have you drinkin we aint got good sense My hood so tense, niggas so dense I see through the life you invent Slow up on how you niggas vent You niggas aint representin shit I represent school crowd killas, Detroit nigga My nigga what, the realest exploit niggas My nigga what, whats the point in avoidin your feelings You niggas feel us, we drillin you with lyrics motherfuckers Real life experiences, Eminem gave the clearance So Im here to show you niggas brilliance Build it, Shady marine no civilian O-Trice you fuckin with a real one Look in my eyes Sayin theres a love I can hate, cause its a thin line Walk around with my chest out like I got 9 lives Never will get to your strap before I find mine Wonder what the future is like, look in my eyes Real Gs anticipate they got to have mine All the hoes shoutin me out say its all about time Niggas never open they mouth cause they know my kind Find it hard to figure me out, look in my eyes This is what the streets done to me, Hung-ary Gun on me, hopes high only keep change up community Give it up imunnity, raise future mes You look in my eyes thats the dream Obies seen Man it seems its as easy as the rhyme Obie brings But my eye shows things intervene All in between Its like losin my team Losin my freedom, losin my mind, in the bing The being Im a being Graduated from rights of beings To a Be-enz congratulated on lifes sirenes On your biatch I done came too far To go backwards, my aim to extreme for yall Look in my eyes Sayin theres a love I can hate, cause its a thin line Walk around with my chest out like I got 9 lives Never will get to your strap before I find mine Wonder what the future is like, look in my eyes Real Gs anticipate they got to have mine All the hoes shoutin me out say its all about time Niggas never open they mouth cause they know my kind Find it hard to figure me out, look in my eyes SHADY Look in my eyes man, it aint shit but real talk over here nigga I would never send you elsewhere I got hair on my nuts nigga, grown man shit Thats how a nigga get into clubs nigga When I aint got no ID Flash my nuts on they ass They walk me right in nigga Hahahaha, yeah, Obie Trice2Embed

There They Go Lyrics Yeah Aye, Em, you ready? Herc, you got them thangs nigga? Detroit city! There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico Whenever theres war, you gotsta know Them boys got toys tear down the front door Detroit make noise everywhere that we go There they go, there they go You are not convincing When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchmen Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pen shit Straight detention, a nigga doing tension Once released he on that music buisness When viewing 106 and them cafeterias Only to find that raps actually serious Deliriously resort back to crack and vigilence Same shit that sent em upper Michigan Us is pimping, a difference, from any city I visited Its that Detroit spirit and if we in it, balling out till the ending, period Use O as a reference to that sentence The message Im sending you, best just pay attention There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico Whenever theres war, you gotsta know Them boys got toys tear down the front door Detroit make noise everywhere that we go There they go, there they go If you dont like how I act then blow me I dont really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me Man whats up with that scratch you owe me? Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe Big Herc on a track with Obie, when you come to the D Its cut-throat, better be packing homie And niggas get they shit split for acting phonie Were known for the Glocks and the choppas These niggasll rob you, leave you standing in ya socks and ya boxers We got real Gs and lots of imposters I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rastas Yall niggas aint impress me yet Yall yapping, not rapping, turn that shit off and press eject See we known for the car shows, running from the narcos Keep them bottles coming, we gon pop em till the bar close There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico Whenever theres war, you gotsta know Them boys got toys tear down the front door Detroit make noise everywhere that we go There they go, there they go Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass See her dreams of being an R&B singer diva Leave her face, cut her from the waist Ah man what a waste, of a pretty face And this place aint just safe, its just straight gangsta It aint just New York or L.A. that bangs no more Theres Latin Coun Kings here Southside, four, East Side and Gansen Nothin but ganglands and, spray paint cans And when that van rolls up, man they aint glancing That window rolls down and that tre-eights dancing And them shooters dont miss, homie they hate chancing Straight for the dome and its vacate fast and Get the fuck outta dodge fore that blue Dodge flashing Red and blue lights, no ambulance, you got flattened And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem But just so ya know, if ya see them D-Boys passing There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico Whenever theres war, you gotsta know Them boys got toys tear down the front door Detroit make noise everywhere that we go There they go, there they go Here we go motherfuckers This the motherfuckin back acha Trick Dont even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitch This is where the real killers at Detroit motherfucker! Aint never no difficulty smashing no bitch ass niggas Matter of fact, bring your bitch ass to Detroit nigga We got something for your ass 4Embed

Mockingbird Lyrics Hailey I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad Well Im gone but Im trying to give you the life that I never had I can see youre sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry Cause youre scared, I aint there? Daddys with you in your prayers No more crying, wipe them tears Daddys here, no more nightmares We gon pull together through it, we gon do it Laney uncles crazy, aint he? Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it Were all we got in this world When it spins, when it swirls When it whirls, when it twirls Two little beautiful girls Lookin puzzled, in a daze I know its confusing you Daddys always on the move, mamas always on the news I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see Daddy dont want you to see but you see just as much as he did We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me But things have gotten so bad between us I dont see us ever being together ever again Like we used to be when we were teenagers But then of course everything always happens for a reason I guess it was never meant to be But its just something we have no control over and thats what destiny is But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day well wake up and this will all just be a dream Now hush little baby, dont you cry Everythings gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya Daddys here to hold ya through the night I know mommys not here right now and we dont know why We fear how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise mommas gon be alright Its funny I remember back one year when daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up And stuck em under the tree and said some of em were from me Cause daddy couldnt buy em Ill never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying Cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom And at the time every house that we lived in Either kept getting broken into and robbed Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it And I know it hurt so bad it broke your mommas heart And it seemed like everything was just startin to fall apart Mom and dad was arguin a lot so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And thats when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre And flew you and momma out to see me But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didnt like it And you and Laney were to young to understand it Papa was a rollin stone, momma developed a habit And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it Im just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud Now Im sitting in this empty house, just reminiscing Lookin at your baby pictures, it just trips me out To see how much you both have grown, its almost like youre sisters now Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddys still here Laney Im talkin to you too, daddys still here I like the sound of that, yeah Its got a ring to it dont it? Shh, mommas only gone for the moment Now hush little baby, dont you cry Everythings gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya Daddys here to hold ya through the night I know mommys not here right now and we dont know why We fear how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise mommas gon be alright And if you ask me too Daddys gonna buy you a mockingbird Imma give you the world Imma buy a diamond ring for you Imma sing for you Ill do anything for you to see you smile And if that mockingbird dont sing and that ring dont shine Imma break that birdies neck Ill go back to the jeweller who sold it to ya And make him eat every carat dont fuck with dad Embed

Take The World With Me Lyrics Some Outsidaz shit I started hearing laughter in my head Somebody laughing at me Always laughing at me I’m ‘bout to go crazy So I started to set it on niggas, nah mean? Pacewon! I’m high like Redman, tripping with a tab of acid In my headband The name’s Pacewon, I’ll kick that ass quickly When I die I’ma try to take the whole world with me Raw rhymes, penetrate the kidney When I die I’ma try to take the whole world with me Take it with me Take it with me, the whole world with me Yeah, I be hitting you with rude shit I be rolling like crews with new whips, call it stupid But I mastered the fantastic ghetto bastard Raw rap style to kick that ass with Rough as Brillo, nympho spreading like info More than the Jacksons got kinfolk Your crew not strong, they stink like your mother feet When she walk in shoes with no socks on Light as popcorn, me! Disciplining fresh MCs That you’d be scared to rock for I’m low down and I’m shifty When I die I’ma try to take the whole worth with me Most MCs get slapped ‘cause they sissy When I die I’ma try to take the whole worth with me Take the world, take it with me Take it with me, set it! Yeah! Eminem! Dirty Dozen! Yeah! I’m in the sound-proof booth without a roof Drunk off 180-proof vodka with Dr. Ruth We in the vocal room inhaling Magic Markers Sitting in the dark lighting our blunts with sparklers We got my man Pacewon behind the boards Cause we tied the engineer up with output cords Bizarre’s in the lobby with the Beatles, smoking bowls Poking holes in his veins with dirty needles We get all doped up from popping uppers And run a train on Foxy Brown without rubbers Smoking homegrown drugs, that’s why you can barely tell What the fuck we’re saying, like Bone-Thugs Hitting blunts ’til my lungs contort, smoke Then take one more short toke before I snort coke Shit, I been doing lines all day My mind’s all clay from smelling Pine-Sol spray What! No, hold up, hold up, hold up Smoking laced weed wrapped up in a fruit Roll-Up My lungs are all swole-up and ‘bout to bust open I’m just hoping I don’t die from snorting crushed Motrin I need drugs, somebody fix me When I die, I’ma try to take the whole world with me Twelve blunts, plus I’m bringing your girl with me When I die, I’ma try to take the whole world with me I’m not coming back, so don’t send no one to get me When I die, I’ma try to take the whole world with me Fuck that, give me all my shit free When I die, I’ma try to take the whole world with me Wack MCs, there’s a new sheriff in town Put your guns down or die with a ill frown The Outsidaz doing uppers and downers Clowners, even masters scared to hang around us I’m a slob that don’t have a job Peek through your windows, steal the good from your mom We the starters, y’all niggas hit the benches Smacking more hoes than Joe Jackson at feminine convention Cop some mushrooms, I just can’t see Pull me out the bathroom, I’m ‘bout to OD Nasty, dirty, some say I’m filthy Every time I drop the rap, Outs be like… Brain’s too high, have no fear Eat the pussy of a girl with burning gonorrhea I made a box with a thugger on DD Our crew’s more stupid on wax than Cowdy from Lion King Who’s the big guy high off chocolate kai If you disrespect me, you’ll lyrically die Somebody hide me, somebody get me When I die, I take the whole world with me I’m ‘bout to do your girl named Cindy When I die, I take the whole world with me You bomb my set, I give her Good-N-Plenty When I die, I take the whole world with me You know my flow is so ill MCs on the microphone and get verbally killed All y’all niggas’ll get killed Fucking with the Dirty D Pacewon up in this motherfucker All motherfuckers better act like they know You MC, I don’t give a fuck where you from Close to me or far from me I’ma see your wack ass Pacewon! Pacewon!4Embed

Intro / 50 Cent / The Massacre Lyrics CD opening To all my fans Love 50 Cent Happy Valentine’s Day, hmmm… Reading CD back Gun shots and screams Bullet shell is dropping3Embed

Get Back Lyrics Get back, get back You better get back, get back, back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better Get back, get back You better get back, get back, back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better Doing a box of doctrine, on stomping oxygen After 10 put a fork to your optic lens Hitting wit a sudden force Leave your boy laying in the same puddle of blood as yours When I flood his porch Smuggle a gun in court and shoot the judge Easily reduce a thug to a future scrub A double-deuce wit slugs, Im Proof on drugs Well turn you to a rapper that we used to love How you on medicine cabinet pills Grabbing the steel, leaping over buildings that havent been built Im not the best yet cause I havent been killed Im laughing at you faggot-ass rapping for deals, you better Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better Im disappointed in my dentist appointment He only gave me the fucking gas for thirty minutes this morning Went to the hospital to get a chest X-ray Checked out the next day in a dress with a sex change Im having a bad day My fucking dads gay, I hate fags, and Im fucking mad cause I dont have AIDS All I want to do is die I tried suicide six times and couldnt even do it right Collapsed, had a relapse and called three cabs And had to be dragged back to rehab with bloody kneecaps Enrolled myself in a twelve-step program Tripped on the first step and got pinned down in a choke slam I swear to God, this Pac poster comes any closer Im kicking this whole fucking wall over Two more shots and its all over Im all over this wall, trying not to fall over BLOAW BLOAW! Shots in broad day The bitch shouldnt have been in the way Me, Shady and Mike fucking a hermaphrodite My little sister was a virgin till late last night High off a kite off of stick of sherm Put your mother in a full-nelson while my boys take turns A unibomber trying to escape this country Tell O.J. he better be coming up wit my money Bizarre goes commercial? Nigga, you can forget it Bitch suck my dick that is the radio edit Im quick to smack the shit out of a foe I aint had pussy in a while, Im too busy fucking assholes Battle me? You better go eat your vegetables Im iller than a Muslim eating a pork hot dog at an African festival This shit is serious, watch me sniff cane Resort to pain and fuck a bitch barely potty-trained Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get the FUCK back Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get the FUCK back Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get the FUCK back Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get the FUCK backEmbed

I’m Gone Lyrics Kay Slay! Yo.. Drama King! Check it out, check it out, O. Trice! Its just a scratch, man I Murder this Inc as soon as I touch the page You aint gon have no other choice but to rush the stage And charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight Cause you gon have to, cause you aint got the smarts to write Something that good, to try to come back at me with What you gon do, try to out-rap me with that happy shit? You motherfuckers crack me up, talking bout you gonna smack me up Yall wont even back me up Throw up your paws, you pussies cant even scratch me hard Its like fucking cats de-clawed trying to jack me off You think Im afraid? What you trying to throw some fear in me? You think Im dumb enough to roll with no security? Im doing my best to try to show maturity But dont sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me Like its supposed to be scaring me Like I wont leap clean over this fucking V.I.P. rope and throw this chair At anyone close or near me, trying to approach me physically Cause he dont spit lyrically And he knows that my flows so sick, his hos on my dick And hes so sick of hearing me, my posters are staring at him But I dont think he knows the severity Of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so seriously If I go hysterically, cause I guarantee Theres no one in here that would resort back childhood Any quicker than I would, or hit you with plywood Especially when Im sipping on this liquor and tonic One swig of this bottle Imma go upside your head so hard with it The mark from itll be so dark that itll leave a scar so big Youll be able to read a label from the motherfucking Sticker thats on it, Im sick of the nonsense Shit is ridiculous and I refuse to let it get to this point Where Imma let you sit on my conscience, Im gone, bitch Im gone bitch Shady Records motherfucker, we gone, bitch I said we gone bitch, so long, bitch Catch up if you can, we moving on, bitch Now who you know been to Kyoto, Tokyo Off of one debut, screaming, Im in Janai yo!? Obie Trice, showed you right He done seen overseas, hes not a prototype Nobodys protégé, Em only showed O. the way Fuck what the media say If you listen to music then you should know that O. Trice fused it In a matter where he speaks how the streets views it Choose, to translate it through the art of music And started using it reaching the youth Influenced by the truth in it And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to comprehend Hand full of contraband A product of my environment, narcotics and violence Inspires the content, but my intent is To retire these tired-ass writers in si-lence Cause haters they hate us cause Shady became famous And claimed the rap game when they thought hed be nameless But racist accusations wont change us Let the truth be told, you think O. will be over here Like, Master, show them you got soul! No, anybody knows us knows thats not how we roll So, I still push the bucket If I aint trust it I wouldnt fuck with it But fuck it, Im gone bitch!3Embed

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