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Zombie Lyrics Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence causes silence Who are we mistaken? But you see, its not me, its not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their drones In your head, in your head, they are crying Whats in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Whats in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh Im packin up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit And Im just drivin as far as I can get Away from these problems til all of my sorrows I forget Whats tomorrow like? Cause tonight Im startin life again Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I goin? Besides psycho when I fantasize startin my whole life over Yeah right, oh and I might go and Get hypnotized so I dont even recognize no one I try to look alive but theres nothin like holdin Your head up high when youre dead inside and I just hide, so in Case youre wonderin why are my insides showin Cause I done spilled all my guts and those are mine, so Im Pickin em up and stuffin em back Fuck it, Ive done enough in this rap shit Recovery brought me nothin but back To right where I was and perhaps This coulda been my victory lap, if I wasnt on the verge of relapse Whats in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Whats in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh It seems to be the reoccurring main theme The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen I went from an irate teenager to still raging As an adult, amazing: back then I put anything Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy or angry I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it Yay me, I did it! …Did what? Hailie, baby, I didnt mean to make you eighty Percent of what I rapped about Maybe I shoulda did a better job at separating Shady and entertaining from real life But this fame thing is still the hardest thing to explain Its the craziest shit I Ever seen, and back then it was like I aint even Bothered taking into consideration You one day being older and may hear me say things I didn’t mean and just ain’t me Okay, so ladies and gentlemen Lets strip away everything and see the main reason that I Feel like a lame piece of shit, I sound cranky and bitter Complain, beef and bicker bout the same things Cause when I look at me, I dont see what they see I feel ashamed, greedy And lately Ive been contemplating Escaping to get away and go wherever this road takes me Its making me crazy, whats in my— Whats in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Whats in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh Its the same old theme in 2018 In your head, in your head, they are dying Whats in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Whats in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah yeahEmbed

Eminem vs Kuniva Lyrics Check my vocals cause you know what Im about Youre best to play like O.J. Simpson and just stab out Why did you enter? You didnt comprehend See this is a battle for MCs who think they might win But fuck the battle, lets take it to the streets Cause you a pussy, oh well, if you are what you eat Now you can go get your crew you now me wrong and all this shit gon be blew out Claiming you jumped out bitch Nigga we bust in the bitch, you talk more shit than Reggie Miller Never spent nothing more, nothing less The first single that you drop is I wanna be fresh Any rapper sayin those kind of rhymes In this day and age, in this period of time Trying to battle Eminem is worse than David Starr Trying to battle Proof, Eye-Kyu, B-Flat and Bizarre thats why you beg to differ me You aint got no style plus you lack delivery Not to brag, I dont mean to boast Look, my face is pale, but you look like you seen a ghost Youre that bitch, you couldnt slip up in the zone If I put banana peels around this fucking microphone So get a bull dozer, start from bottom to top And take this building down cause thats the only way youre wrecking shop1Embed

One-Handed Juggler Lyrics Im the man! I stand in, flapped by the wind as I begin Do you know who I am? And met a reply with a grin Yes, Im tired of being untooted Why should I be secluded? Ive got a brand-new horn to be tooted To sum it up in a nutshell, M&M will you kick it for me? So I find myself in a certain obligatory A place where I dwell in, pull onto some wonderful productions To make up for lost time, anything is obstruction Finally let loose, unloading the stockpile A mental projectile, I aim like the Reptile I look to the one-handed juggler and ask him this Why do you insist on stepping to an octopus? Is there a reason for this? The hatred is aggravating How many times will it take you before you realize youre fading? Fading from existence because simulations are dead Theres so much more to learn, and pages left to be read So put up the front, while you jam for the grammar thats poor While I hold the scrapbook, thats heavier than the hammer of the mighty Thor Words can weigh a ton, therefore its never to fall into the hands of the wrong one Yeah, yeah Its another— Very few have made an attempt to put a foot on the other side But I see no borderline from under this colorblind Now, some will probably never hold pieces of the sacred But then Im finally about to put an end to the hatred War, the world will never enter the arguing Awakening to the absence of unity is startling Oh foolish pride, what the hell is you trying to do? You cannot beat someone thats better than you, so quit trying to The echo we want dont mean nothing by despicable So how do you think you can manage to kick the unkickable? Youre graceless, bland, youre tasteless, and youre faceless, and youre dull Its time you faced this, here, taste this Straight from off of the pile, one of the numerous styles The date of my birth on the earth, the deliverance of a star child Rest with formidable talent and versatility But such a power, there comes a responsibility To infringe on the boundaries, so now the defiance is clear To form an alliance thats something even the giants fear So instead of being oblivious to a color of skin Rufuser abusing is accepted, now its a trend Yeah, yeah Its another— You know, I dont understand why we all just cant get along You hate me, but you know me and what I stand for No? So why do you speak for me and every other white man when you say that were your enemy? On the floor lies a broken door, because Im not to be spoken for Stereotypes and superstitions, and fictional folklore Rarely do you see the lighter side of me I try to be persuasive, but oh, so impatient! Been trying to end the rivalry But Ive heard the entice delayed it, apologies are exhausted Feelings are turning glacial, never to be defrosted Who can I trust after repeatedly being shafted? Switch to the opposite, now scenes are being reenacted Pull up, set fort by his group, his tour is quick Hes practiced obviating, we hate him as bad as a pastor, huh Always fighting for the position of top dog The spots already occupied and I dont play leap frog Because I do not wish to fight over territory thats already mine But Im always having to prove myself time after time Oh how I never understand how a man could be outcast Judged from the past and hes put last But nothing but nothing to say, stuttering and slurring And muttering words with no meaning, attack me sounding like Danny K Here I go again, hammering, stammering, grammaring Eating it like cheese, pass me the crackers please Ive got a craving Im the man!1Embed

24s Lyrics What you got? what you want? what you like? what you need? Who you with? I dont give a shit, you come leave here with me Whats my name? You know that, whats yours? Never mind Girl get ya behind in my ride and lets glide on 24s Im up in the club with a bottle of bub Got a model and I double up, and you know its like that They wanna give a nigga the goods, wanna give the goodies up And make for a night cap, tell me what excite that With that nice ass, make a nigga say gon girl Make a nigga wanna put you on chrome, take a bitch home Get it on toes curl, why dont come and hop in Os world Got the old school parked in the back where the gats at Where the yacks at, access, got em on the way to the mattress Pass that, toting hey in the vehicle, two broads with no bras No draws, no flaws, nope no law, I dips out in the car like what? Got a gang of bitches, getting them riches, sitting on 24s Living that life those, that chrome always rolling different from yours Slow ya role, you know them po po love to get a nigga in a Chevrolet fo do But I get so low, so low low, so low on them hos Dipping through the hood on them thangs with a full tank Gotta pull rank, with my hand on that 45, fuck what a fool think Try to take a nigga life when the night come, Imma light some up like a flare gun Nine millimeter bare bellum, holding a melon, nigga at the right one Now a niggas on the right hunt, got a nice type honey and we into seeing ice and Bitches wanna get the right come, Trice is the type that lay pipe like python Parrallel to a pipe line, carousel kinda clockwise, switch em in and outta my ride Get you for them inches I got, hop in the 350 block, lets roll Hop in the tre-nickle-o-six-four, AC blow, you be nice and cold Ice on my neck like zero below, she zero in on O, nigga froze a ho Pedal to the medal, we off to the mo, bitch get sentimental, fuck the ho Got an issue, he aint gon miss you, gotta shit slew of bitches, wishing to fit ya shoes Ridiculous how I give em exit wounds, disrespect, singing an O sex tune Thats a bet, better yet, Dev is next, get her in the bed and her head is Pez Best believe that Im wearing the dress, panties wet, got her in the fanny yep Fuck it at the rest stop, getting head in the candy Lac on camera Parked in a motherfuckin handicap Embed

When I Rap Lyrics When I rap, niggas want me to rap again These niggas wack, when they rap I laugh at them Their CDs is trash Give out headaches, shoulda came with aspirin When I rap, niggas want me to rap again These niggas wack, when they rap I laugh at them Their CDs is ass Toilet seat, shoulda took a crap on them Want to know where the hell Ive been? In the stu making hits, on the highway trafficking Back in the lab with Mac again Hot 97 bars -- were going back-to-back again Who said my flow aint the best? My Intratec turn foes to vegetables Yall dudes aint thugs, yall Huxtables Yall want me waiting outside your vestibule? How do you like Mya/Jay-Z? My .380 get the best of you Guy, if a nigga survive I come back with the streetsweeper, hit the rest of you Yup, I make a mess of you Closed casket cause your familyll hate the view Only time yall fake-ass rappers gonna make it on the tube When I make yall make the news Yall know Im making moves Free money, Oprah money, Free equate the two Put yall niggas to sleep Hope the pastor awake -- he got a brand-new wake to do Im the man yall hate to love Motherfuckers probably hate me cause Im in the lab all night, in the lab all day Thats the shit yall hate to do Niggas cant flow like Freezer, go like Free Get the dough like Freezer If I take em off, leave em in the room Yall niggas still cant seem to feel to take my shoes But still I gots to prove Like M.J., I gots the moves Balling or dancing -- I go to Fif crib, get lost in the mansion Come to my crib, get murdered in the suburbs Take cash, get blast with the Mossberg Bag em, toe-tag em Then toss em in the earth When I rap, niggas want me to rap again These niggas wack, when they rap I laugh at them Their CDs is trash Give out headaches, shoulda came with aspirin When I rap, niggas want me to rap again These niggas wack, when they rap I laugh at them Their CDs is ass Toilet seat, shoulda took a crap on them Im gonna obey yall thirst Since you want another verse cause yall want me to rap again Philly Freezer back like Sprite again Like Sean Paul, yall gotta give me a light again But I dont smoke, dont pass the dro to him Smoke MCs, you could bring me a bowl of them Theyre like African slaves to him Im a Pilgrim, Ill be happy to bait em in Wheres my plate? MCs get ate, I dont care if theres eight of them Or eighteen hundred; two pairs of Louis cost eighteen hundred Free so fly -- thats why your chick always suck me off And she tell me, Dont stop, keep coming So I keep coming, flow keep coming Freezer need dough like Phillip Drummond Yall my adopted sons like Arnold, Willis Im a six series wheeler Used to be on times with mine but As of now Im a retired dealer But I still fire on niggas These niggas too sneaky, keep an eye on niggas Like I said, I smoke MCs So I get high off niggas Embed

Verse 3 Lyrics Its like this and like that and like this Im the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners, looking for hookers To punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters Im meaner in action than Roscoe beating James Todd Sr. and smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse And aint shit changed but kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed ninth grade You probably think that Im a negative person, dont be so sure of it I dont promote violence, I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, Im blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die nowEmbed

Just Like Me Lyrics Yeah, Blocc Boy on the beat Its Cashis, spend some real shit Its for my, its for my seeds, nigga Its still Shady though Sit back right, all night spot post Do the same thang, killing off black folks Selling on the side, string save a mean more To anything I own, watch crack being smoke Got the picture of the seven little reasons That keep, any nigga disrespecting me breathing Still I be high, every time I see them My babies, my angels and they are my freedom I know Im on the grind, lately I aint coming home They keep you in my life, I never leave your mom alone You know Im whyling out, straying strapped, ride or dying You hear the stories bout your daddy floating round town? But you call me up like, Daddy I been finding out That you caught Rico slipping, beat him up and stomped him out So when you go to school, you wanna do it too? You just like me, how can I be mad at you? You aint had to live like I did and still you are just like me Hell I even did a bid and came back to see you are just like me The only reason I aint kill myself is for fear youll be just like be You got the demons thats within myself, now I see, you are just like me Standin on the block, tryna make my money clock Servin situations, my nuts about a cock I wanna stop but, yall gotta have a lot Even if it means sacrificing the life of your pops Im the breadwinner, I dont fear nann nigga I dont trust nobody, Im a man Liquor, running through my veins, you running through my brain I start to see your heart, we feel each others pain I talk to all of yall when I say I love you mayne One day well ball and Ill never have to leave again Until that day comes, shorty be a G I ride with yall everywhere cause yall are part of me Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches Promise to give you riches, all of my little niggas Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches Promise to give you riches, all of my little niggas Look how they talking shit, twice a year I drop a key I bet nobody ever love em like they daddy did I teach em young, dont be rolling on no scary shit Long as you love each other, youll be very rich Everybody question how I be affording this I make my money off of dicks and spend it on my kids Im sending messages in bottles of imagination So they can feel my presence, though they at home just waiting My soldiers still in training, throwing up forks like they banging Know how to bogart, and never trust a stranger They the ones I look to whenever Im in danger We walking holding hands, interlocking trigger fingers This is my record to my kids, Im a banger And a father so my conversation must remain gangsta This is my record to my kids, Im a banger And a father so my conversation must remain gangsta Yeah, it dont get much realer than that, Shady, Cashis, nigga Be a man, take care of yours that dont make you no less gangsta My nigga not take care of his, I take care of mine homie Imma give a individual shoutout to em, Miana, Jasmine, Ramani Rashanti, Lil Mone and Rah Monique, Tavian, they are just like me1Embed

Benzino II Lyrics Yo, guys! Do you know what is this: It is old and ugly as fuck It looks like mutant froggy duck Hes a prick, hes a cunt And he never smoked blunt! Maybe Michael Jackson, hahahah... No... I know, that dude is Nelson Mandela! No, guys! It is Benzino! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA...Embed

Stolen Power Lyrics Im not scared of your stolen power See right through you any hour I won’t ease your strain Youll be taking it slow, feeding my flame Shuffling the cards of your game And just in time In the right place Suddenly I will play my ace Ha ha Treat women like property, possessive like a noun with an apostrophe Ss, Id probably stalk broccoli, yes its Socrates with a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop machine Got emcees dropping to knees, copping a plea bargain they keep sobbing, like, please stop it Aftermath, bitch, still Detoxing Looking for us? We over here like were eavesdropping Apparently still mad over what I said last year On that Vegas track, I just look stupid and stand there And try to act like I cant hear What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me down Kicks me and socks me, ow Im not scared of your stolen power See right through you any hour I won’t ease your strain Im not scared, Im just a white kid in a black neighborhood Side terror Wipe off this fear, to not thinking clear I need to get my head straight I do feel like a Nazi in a Jewish camp Concentration A foolish act to puzzle you fools with the coolest raps like Rubiks cube that I stole just to solve then give it back Stupid face your making bitch Loose the mask Oh wait Im sorry thats my bad Looks like shit Might be obvious and a waste of my time to say you look like the crap from a sewage plant But as you were saying Back to your rant Lex Luther just got circles ran round his puny ass so fast his neck snapped and it dropped his pants Youve just been schooled by Clark Kent Shopping at the market In the parking lot next to your apartment and part from it You tried to look hard as shit but you pooed your pants And I didnt even get to use superman yet And hes my strong suit Fall soon back on, to attack these villains, and kill em just passing em back and forth, feeling em then put an axe in their nads Thats what I call a hacky sack bitch Cut cut and pass You think your lucky Its Chucky the mother fucking assassin Castrating stuck in the cabinet sucking a bottle of Aspirin Preparing a statement while he sharpens his blade Carves it across his face as he coughs Testing his voice is it raspy Nope, just naturally nasty Get ready for the ass whooping hes bout to serve up like a double cheese burger from Arbys Im not scared of your stolen power See right through you any hour I won’t ease your strain Dearest resident Dont flip past this channel and skip it A paramedic is in your living room slitting scissors through your flannel get up So get up, feel better, and add up what I said on that chalk board of yours boarded up inside your head Youre almost dead Im your guardian Here we are Reminiscing this shit as we walk down the hall of wits Shelve these thoughts Highlight reel of selfish tall feminist broads Everyone thats screwed you over when they said theyd call Seminar, phantom here I am sent to ward these demons off Off misogyny Sodomy, how many chocolaty jell-o pops can he possibly lace, walking atrocity No wonder you scoff at me, it’s still obvious I invented prick Rest in heaven, Im evidently milking this game like Her breasts are dripping Guess Im busy, but unless you bitches are seven teen and eleven months I dont want to hear the pessimism Tell the rest Im on readers digest while Im on the toilet Pizza sky rocket Gossip isnt Close to the shit I must be fast, lickity split Theres no exaggeration, I mean it Brittany A fan of Trina Gets me like I wanna jam my weener in Christina And Serena and Selena Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Amber Thiessen Give me a damn good reason to not wanna slip an Ambien in a Cappuccino And try to have a threesome with Janet Reno Stuff her with cream like a spicy popper of jalapeno Appetizer, my main meals Destiny Now, If I die Ill come back to haunt your back side grizzly Capitalize the Ass in fucking Caspar and Wendy As Detroit looking like a power outage, just a black out city Crack house just down the street of McDonalds, where you lost your virginity Oh dity, Im out Explosive, youre left with the call You might want to Head for the fire exits, Im coming through like a wrecking-ball Test us, were scared of nothing at all Im not scared of your stolen power See right through you any hour I won’t ease your strain Youll be taking it slow, feeding my flame Shuffling the cards of your game And just in time In the right place Suddenly I will play my aceEmbed

Starting To Look Like An M&M! LyricsIn a recent sit-down with MTV News’ Tim Kash, 50 laughed off recent rumors that Em — who has all but disappeared from the public eye in recent years — has been packing on the pounds, and that as a result of his weight gain, has become a recluse, venturing out of his Detroit-area mansion only to gorge himself on meals from Taco Bell and Outback Steakhouse. The G-Unit captain insisted that fans are going to be seeing a slim-and-trim Eminem real soon. “Em is in shape right now. He looks good. I seen him in Detroit. He’s gonna look real good when you see him return,” Fif laughed. “He’s in shape right now.” The rapper has been on hiatus ever since releasing his official Shady Records mixtape, Eminem Presents the Re-Up, in December of 2006. In mid-2007, he called in to Angie Martinez’s show on New York radio station Hot 97 to say he was “in limbo” and “debating” whether to release another album . Then, in January of this year, news broke that he had been rushed to a Detroit-area hospital for complications related to pneumonia , and in at least one of those reports, sources were quoted as saying his weight had exceeded 200 lbs. Those rumors — coupled with a National Enquirer story that quoted an “insider” as saying that the rapper “ got a double chin, a potbelly and droopy man-breasts. And he’s living a reclusive lifestyle in an attempt to hide his new body” — had fans worried about Eminem. But 50, who in recent weeks has battled rumors about his own weight thanks to online photos that show him looking extra gaunt, said that those worries are unfounded. According to him, Em’s fine and in fighting shape . “The last time I seen him we played basketball together,” 50 said. “He had a knee injury, so we chilled for a little bit.”1Embed

Dirty Steve Lyrics Good morning children! My name is Dirty Steve, Ill be your substitute teacher for today Come with me, dont be so mad, angry little man Dirty Steve will be here soon, he will hold your hand Walking through the forest, he will show you porno mags You can beat his dick while he sucks yours, cuz hes a fagEmbed

The Slim Shady Show Freestyle Lyrics I fucking hate you, I cant stand you Ill rip your titties off, and them, Ill hand you Youre ugly, you wont hug me, youre dumb, youre stupid Im fat, lazy and crazy, you think Im Shady? I am Shady, you stupid bitch Take your silicone implants, now you gotta Slim chance of Fuckin with me ever again I got your silicone, you cant fuck with me But Im still alone, in my cell, mad as hell Might as well give you some more shit to sell Fuck!1Embed

Soul Intent Lyrics Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement I dont got eyesight But I could spot your fake ass in the dark make us all look wack Tryna act vicious when your whole fuckin image is fictitious I see you got a rare case of gangster limp All that practising on your walk when you wouldnt step to a staircase You must think Im too gullible to notice that Your personalitys gettin too colourful, I dont believe Im singin this rap You better get your head checked Cause I dont see how a redneck could be into rap You even picked up an accent, Im from the streets! Whatever the fuck that meant, so now was artificial to begin with So I stepped on him with my feet, but now theyre covered in dog shit So dont give me that Boogie woogie, Im real rap A minute more, I know what youre in it for, whats your intent? Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport And thats all thats really important competition comes before any check, tell me, whats your intent? Are you lookin at this as simply just a quick way to does your heart go in each tune? your purpose cause this shits becomin a circus And us jugglers need some elbow room Tryna get me to write a booty rap with a pop feel But I wouldnt sell-out for a Scooby Snack Heres some hairspray, better make up a nickname quick fame, it will get you airplay But I aint sellin out, I could give a fuck less how much money A label is willing to start shelling out, so here we are Were all sitting in the basement getting old While these idiots are making and hitting gold hell of a lot easier than it really is But they just wanna benefit from the wonderful world of rap make a track and live comfortable like Hammer is the more money, the more so if you wanna be successful You gotta have something special to stand out like a sore thumb record sales make you dominant open up your mouth talk like that again and Ill put a bomb in it, whats your intent? Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport And thats all thats really important competition comes before any check, tell me, whats your intent? Are you lookin at this as simply just a quick way to does your heart go in each tune? your purpose cause this shits becomin a circus And us jugglers need some elbow room Yes Yes Yes Ill Lifespan, cause half of em Are dyin off bigger nose than Barbra Streisand Cause you aint never seen hard times, my experience visible You see hard times to make it miserable Reminiscing back to when I couldnt even afford to record a track If I was robbed Id have to fight to my death for my quarter back My whole fuckin life has been full of emptiness hollow Im penniless As long all that counts My wallet money small amounts good enough If I know that I set my standards, prominence doesnt come before Priorities, the more of these And I keep until I get it perfect proves Which means I stuck to my intentions, whats your intent? Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport And thats all thats really important competition comes before any check, tell me, whats your intent? Are you lookin at this as simply just a quick way to does your heart go in each tune? your purpose cause this shits becomin a circus And us jugglers need some elbow room2Embed

Guilty Conscience Lyrics Meet Eddie, 23 years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart And suddenly His conscience comes into play Alright, stop Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store And try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence Im your mother conscience Thats nonsense Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your aunt’s cribs And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs Tell her you need a place to stay, youll be safe for days If you shave your legs with Renees razor blades Yeah, but if it all goes through like its supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and theyll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, shes older than George Burns Bump that, do that sh, hit that lick Can you afford to blow this hit? Are you that rich? Why you care if you scared of death? Are you that chick? Do you really think she gives a if you have kids? Man, dont do it, its not worth it to risk it Not over this slit Drop the biscuit Don’t even listen to Slim, yo, hes bad for you You know what, Dre? I don’t like your attitude These voices, these voices, I hear them And when they talk, Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow, I’ll follow Meet Stan, 21 years old After meeting a young girl at a rave party Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom Once again, his conscience comes into play Now, listen to me, while youre kissin her cheek And smearin her lipstick, slip this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little chickens earlobe Yo, this girls only fifteen years old How could you take advantage of her? Shes passed out Its easy, just cut these lights out, thats how Then pick this chicken up, get her off Brads couch And leave her on the front porch at her mom and dads house Man, aint you ever seen that one movie Kids? No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest You wanna get hauled off to jail? Bump that, drop her off, ring the doorbell, then bail These voices, these voices, I hear them And when they talk, Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow Meet Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker After coming home from a hard days work He walks in the door of his trailer park home To find his wife in bed with another man Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin Start breathin? Man, you just caught your wife cheatin While you at work, shes with some dude tryna get off Forget gettin divorced, cut this chickens head off Wait, what if theres a good explanation for this? What, she tripped, fell, landed on his ? Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe hes right, Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy Okay, thought about it? Still wanna grab her? Kick her our the house, get your daughter and kidnap her? Thats what I did, be smart, dont be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes? What you say? Whats wrong? Didnt think Id remember? Ima kill you, you lil mothaf- Uh-uh, temper, temper Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK Comin straight outta Compton, yall better make way How in the hell you gonna tell this man not to be violent? Cause he dont need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that Aw, it, what am I sayin? Do em both, Grady, wheres your gun at?Embed

Hush is Coming LyricsTurn my vocals up a little bit more Scott... all of em... Yeah... uh huh... Im caught up inside a tornado and sucked in By a rainstorm holding a hairdryer thats plugged in Somewhere between the Renaissance Center and 8 Mile Inside the Rock City that has spawned a unique child And lightening strikes twice I was hit when they birthed me And now I gotta live with this mouth that they cursed me They said I gotta use it with tracks and try to fuse it Dont abuse it and dont ever let em crack on your music So I sit and watch the people that do it and dont pursue it And instead I jot a little bit down then go review it I just wait until Im ready to leap and jump into it Until I feel a little more confident I can do it Not so many years later Ive waited and now Im here To release a masterpiece on everybody in fear I aint holding nothing back in a world thats full of evil My words can only injure or hurt so many people Im here to trade spaces shatter and blade faces With guitars and bass lines and embrace and break stages The painll come in phases for now its just outrageous When Im knocking hear me cocking my gauge cause Im impatient From the Motor City... Hush Is Coming Down to New Orleans... Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming From the penitentiary... Hush Is Coming To the criminals roaming the streets... Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming Ive waited so long to unleash on these streets A diary with more fury in sprees than Alicia Keys My words are mere visions of movies with non-fiction Intertwined in each rhyme that I spit with sweet diction The rest are so pathetic and best are copasetic By the time it hits you dead in the chest I hope you get it Im out to break laws slice and break jaws Or Ill be on your stage with an axe and chainsaws Of course my pains raw my brain is off a little Ever since the first time I could rhyme and solve a riddle Simon says go ahead and block the silence And fuck with anybody who says to stop the violence Go run and tell your parents Im evil and Im the devil When its gonna take a nation of mil to stop a rebel Cause now its all over Im crazy and even zany Lyrically Scorsese on a track by Mr. Shady From San Diego... Hush Is Coming All the way back to Queens... Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming This aint a rumor... Hush Is Coming Remember you heard that from me... Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming My behavior gets erratic on tracks that got static When I spit the bullets just keep coming its automatic Im ill its been said every letter I let sink And left em dead inside a puddle of songs with red ink I played away shy since the day I stayed high And staged dive from the top of my roof at age 5 My mother always said that her son was gonna make it If he wasnt gonna make it hell have to go and take it So now Im on Geffen the whole world is trippin Cause another new MC from the D is off and flippin And this ones Lebanese do we have to say the bomb Is he related to Osama Bin Laden or Saddam Im just a suicidal bomber on tracks and always killin Everything that ever gets in my way and such a villian If you think you know me now then get ready because Im grinning This aint even near the end of Omega its just beginning From the City of Angels... Hush Is Coming To the streets of Mississippi... Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming For the players thats hatin... Hush Is Coming You better start clearing the street... Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming Hush Is Coming1Embed

Eminem Music Videos Lyrics1998Just Dont Give a Fuck1999My Name Is Guilty Conscience Role Model2000The Real Slim Shady The Way I Am Stan 2002Without Me Cleanin Out My Closet Lose Yourself2003Superman Sing for the Moment2004Mosh Just Lose It Like Toy Soldiers2005Mockingbird Ass Like That When Im Gone2006Shake That You Dont Know 2009We Made You 3 a.m. Beautiful2010Not Afraid Love the Way You Lie No Love 2011Space Bound2013Berzerk Survival Rap God The Monster 2014Headlights Guts Over Fear 5Embed

DJ Fashion Freestyle Lyrics Come here spittin with non written, non-fiction Rappers try to step to this with no prediction It doesnt matter cause Im smashin and bashin and crashin I hate rappers with a passion when Im chilling with DJ Fashion Yo, I need a frickin Kleenex Or I die like River Phoenix when Im chilling with Phoenix With two Coronas, Im on the microphone And Ima own this, yo, and Ima bone this in Arizona Yo, rappers that aint able That cant stay stable, Im on two turntables With my man, but he doesnt matter cause he kicks lyrics galore And hes only five foot four Yo, check it out, I bust rhymes and get groovy My man got carded at a rated R movie But it really didnt matter, he wasnt insulted He said Im 27 years old,o, Im an adult kid. But yo, still Slim Shady gets ill With the skill and Ima always build and kill My babys mama just to piss the world off Just to piss the girls off, yo, I hurl off The top of the building, kill women and children And then it hit me, suddenly my wrist tried to slit me Couldnt believe it, yo, yall couldnt conceive it Its Slim Shady, Ill fuck a girl in her cleavage Bleep that out and you can keep it, just bleep it Yo, yall keep it a secret, Im top secret Like Pop Secret, rappers, they dont wanna see Slim Shady, Im from the motherfuckin DEmbed

What Time You Sucking It LyricsLyrics will be available when/if the song is released. Stay tuned! Tell me what time, what time, what time What time you sucking it? What time you sucking it? Tell me what time What time, what time What time you sucking it? What time you sucking it?1Embed

Broke Day LyricsIts a long year, pretending I belong here One day, I plan to be a family man, happily married I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried til Im glad to be buriedEmbed

COFFIN Lyrics We fought until the sun rose And I still aint been to bed And while you got your eyes closed The devil wakes up in my head He told me that you hate me and you blame me And you said that you wish that you were dead So I write a little note out Suicidal love roulette You make me wanna jump off the roof Boy, I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool Just like a fool I walk up to the edge, yeah And say a prayer before I let go Ill probably see you through the window While Im falling past the fifth floor Then you get there just in time to save me and apologize And maybe we could go back to bed But you run past me instead And hit the ground before I can I had to watch ya jump from the roof Boy, I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool Maybe Buddhas got it right We reincarnate every time And Ill find you in another life Maybe Buddhas got it right We reincarnate every time And Ill find you in another life I had to watch ya jump from the roof Boy, I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool I had to watch ya jump from the roof Boy, I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a foolEmbed

Rap Game Lyrics Ima get snuffed, ‘cause I aint said enough to pipe down Ill pipe down when the White House gets wiped out When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out Lights out, bitch, adiós, goodnight Now put that in your little pipe and bite down Think for a minute, ‘cause the hype just died down That I wont go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever aint tied down upside down Im all for America; fuck the government! Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? Son of a bitch! Take away my gun, Im gonna tuck some other shit Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shits like a samurai sword; a sensei Shit just dont change to this day Im this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay Uck-say my ick-day, scuse my ig-pay atin-lay But uck-fay you ig-pay Embed

Superman Lyrics Mhmmm inhales You high, baby? Yeah Yeah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh-huh I know what you wanna hear Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Chick, you make me hurl They call me Superman Leap tall girls in a single bound Im single now: got no ring on this finger now Id never let another chick bring me down In a relationship; save it, trick Babysit? You make me sick Superman aint savin spit Girl, you can jump on Shadys {dick} Straight from the hip, cut to the chase I tell a giddy little girl to her face Play no games, say no names Ever since I broke up with whats-her-face Im a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips? Chick, why ask? Kiss my grits, get my cash? Id rather have you whip my ass Dont put out, Ill put you out Wont get out, Ill push you out Looks blew out, poppin {shit} Wouldnt piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Trick, if you died, wouldnt buy you life What you tryin to be, my new wife? What you, Mariah? Fly through twice But I do know one thing though Chickens, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that empty runway, oh ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Dont get me wrong, I love these girls Its no secret, everybody knows Yeah, we {fucked}: trick, so what? Thats about as far as your buddy goes Well be friends, Ill call you again Ill chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kinda car Ill be in Well see how much youll be partyin then You dont want that, neither do I I dont wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride, between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess thats just what girls do How could it ever be just us two? Id never love you enough to trust you We just met and I just {fucked} you But I do know one thing though Chickens, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that empty runway, oh ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Chick, you make me hurl First thing you say: Im not fazed I hang around big stars all day I dont see what the big deal is anyway Youre just plain old Marshall to me Ooh yeah, girl, run that game Hailie Jade, I love that name Love that tattoo, whats that say? Rot In Pieces, uh, thats great First off, you dont know Marshall At all, so dont grow partial Thats ammo for my arsenal Ill bump you off that bar stool There goes another lawsuit Leave footprints all across you Good Lordy, whoadie You must be gone off that water bottle You want what you cant have Ooh girl, thats too damn bad Dont touch what you cant grab End up with two backhands Put {anthrax} on a Tampax And {slap} you til you cant stand Girl, you just blew your chance Dont mean to ruin your plans But I do know one thing though Chickens, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that empty runway, oh ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Chick, you make me hurlEmbed

Eminem as a Talking Heads song Lyrics Ive got a rhyming disease In my head, everything rhymes I write and write until I cant Til my brain hurts Lyrics in my head all the time Ive made a lotta songs I dont know how many Ive made But, Ive made a lotta songs And I write everyday I put my orange four-inch door hinge in storage And ate porridge with George People say the word orange doesnt rhyme with anything From the hi-hat to the snare to the vocals I love beats and rhymes Just the craft of it, I was in the rap olympics Rapping and singing and dancing and I am white Something about the pen and paper I can look at all my ideas and I can see em If I dont got paper Ill write it on my hand Fill up the hand and Ill transfer it to paper I put my orange four-inch door hinge in storage And ate porridge with George People say the word orange doesnt rhyme with anything I put my orange four-inch door hinge in storage And ate porridge with George People say the word orange doesnt rhyme with anything Words are like puzzles How can I figure this puzzle out? How can I take words and put them at the end of the sentence, but in between maybe make some words rhyme in between the rhyme? And like sandwich em Ive been bored with the english language Wordplay and metaphors and similes Multi-syllable rhyming, stream of consciousness Ive got a rhyming disease I put my orange four-inch door hinge in storage And ate porridge with George People say the word orange doesnt rhyme with anything I put my orange four-inch door hinge in storage And ate porridge with George People say that the word orange doesnt rhyme with anythingEmbed

Smack That Lyrics I see you creepin, I can see it from my shadow I aint gon let you come and score no points in my goa Blowin you out at home and always is my motto Now watch my team take this over, one shot and I will Smack that, all on the court Smack that, ceiling to floor Smack that, right out the door Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the court Smack that, ceiling to floor Smack that, right out the door Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I see you creepin, I can see it from my shadow I aint gon let you come and score no points in my goal Blowin you out at home and always is my motto Now watch my team take this over, one shot and I will Smack that, all on the court Smack that, ceiling to floor Smack that, right out the door Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the court Smack that, ceiling to floor Smack that, right out the door Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohEmbed

Breaking News Lyrics Breaking news Detroit rapper Eminem cancels his sold-out European tour To check himself into rehab After admitting an addiction to sleep medication Well have more on this story as it develops Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice Has apparently survived a gunshot to the head In what appears to be a random drive-by shooting Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be alienated On again/off again relationship with... This just in, a tour bus involving Eminems bus... Updating a story we brought you earlier About gunfire at an after-hours club Weve learned that the rapper Proof has been fatally shot. Shady/Aftermath recording artist... Long-time best friend of Eminem And a member of the rap group D12 D12, back in the news again today... Is it a sabbatical or the end? The rumors and speculation continue to swirl around Eminem He insists hes just taking a break But doubters believe hes retiring, leaving us all to ask Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?1Embed

Shady Invasion Intro Lyrics Yo! This is an invasion I repeat: you motherfuckers are being invaded Shady Records Aftermath 2003 We invadin the streets to charge your motherfucking movie theatres Aint shit you can do without em Eminem, Obie Trice, D12 50 Cent, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit Invasion Shady Records! Twist the streets back one more time Invasion! Shady! You dont feel it then it must be too real to touch Invasion! Shady Records! Dont ever in your life try to knock the truest Invasion! The industry dont understand We, the illest shit ever Get ready, cause this is about to get heavy For all you slow motherfuckers Ima break it down iller The evil, the evil genius Thats the sound of the man 50 Cent! Im fucking with their mind Ill make em press rewind I aint goin nowhere, so get used to me Break yo punk ass off proper Thats the sound of the man Obie Trice! Nothing but street motherfucker! Ya know thats my real name, please believe it Now Im here, so shut your motherfucking mouth Thats the sound of the Dirty Dozen Stepped in the door, wavin the 44 Its my way of life Just got a fettish for shootin Jails from the 44s, scattered over floors Thats the sound of the man Eminem! Its no rumour, Im numero uno Flows too wet, nobody close to it Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want Come on, no gangsta, you aint either But I know that I spit ether I shouldve crossed your belly Show you Im not R. Kelly X, pass me the weed, Ima put my ashes out on his ass For the last time man, watch your fucking mouthEmbed

Business Lyrics Marshall! Sounds like an SOS Holy wack unlyrical lyrics, Andre, youre fucking right! To the Rapmobile—lets go! Bitches and gentlemen! Its showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up! Introducing the star of our show His name is You wouldnt wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without further ado, I bring to you Youre bout to witness hip-hop in its most purest Most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest known artist Chip off the old block, but old Doc is Looks like Batman brought his own Robin Oh God, Saddams got his own Laden With his own private plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes Vrinn, vrinn! Yeah, here I come, Im inches Away from you, dear, fear none Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1, so Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Quick, gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles Gee willikers Dre, Holy bat syllables! Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham When Im gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals So skip to your lou while I do what I do best You aint even impressed no more, youre used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on In eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much They make it all up, theres no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when youre rappin and you know what for The show must go on; so Id like to welcome yall To Marshall and Andres carnival, cmon! Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Its just like old times, the Dynamic Duo Two old friends, why panic? You already know Whos fully capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center, eight-zero-zero You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette And never even see me blink or get to bustin a sweat People steppin over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats and be so breezy Jesus, how can shit be so easy? How can one Chandra be so Levy? Turn on these beats, MCs dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna grieve when we leave, dog, fo sheezy Cant leave rap alone, the game needs me Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear Into the mountains, nothin but clowns down here But we aint fuckin around round here Yo, Dre Can I get a hell yeah? Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? So there you have it, folks has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullshit does not pay Because and Andre are here to stay And never go away Until our dying day Until were old and grey So until next time, friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Good night, everyone! Thank you for coming! Your host for the evening Oh! Heh3Embed

Artist Archive: Eminem LyricsDiscographyStudio albumsMusic to be Murdered By Kamikaze Revival The Marshall Mathers LP2 Recovery Relapse Encore The Eminem Show The Marshall Mathers LP The Slim Shady LP Infinite EPsHell: The Sequel Relapse: Refill The Slim Shady EP Compilation albumsSHADYXV Eminem Presents: The Re-Up Curtain Call: The Hits Unofficial releasesStraight from the Vault Straight from the Lab Filmography Awards & Accomplishments Official Tates Interviews 2016 ARTICLE NAME, PUBLISHER NAME, DATE PUBLISHED 2015 Artist Archive: EminemEmbed

Nightmares Lyrics Well.. what I experience when I hit the blessin Cuz this is serious, we will kill your best friend like no other being, spit awkward morbid shit Lights what you see, keep walkin towards it Web Entertainment, Im gon get famous with a from arrogance, David forgot whats in this I love eatin, livin, eatin, and breathin Dumb bitch for repeatin the things that she did GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY Armed and dangerous, AKs turn your brains to mosh Mix my weed with angel dust, feds label us notorious Van Dyke nigga that love to bust. You laid to us That nigga thats baggin and tacklin Coming with strings and violins That violent shit On them beds we lyin in We like to sin High off speed and nitrogen So much dope, its toxic shit You try to go to sleep - oh not again I wouldnt snooze if I was you You know what Gordy gon do to you King of these dreams since 92 Look at all the hell Ive took him through Cant lay down cause you know who Comes right in and haunting you Really wanna know what death like? Well, Im the nigga to fuck wit You niggas cant bust clips me and Fat Killahz love the dumb shit Fuck the dumb shit, get the K All the intentions to hit your face Hit your waist, grab your shit Peel this gat, spatter quick I dont think you wanna fight, son Blood will spill all of the night, punk All these hoes, I have to hit once Crack or blow, you got to try one Got ten blunts, I got to light one So what you gonna do, get high or what? Dont let me fall asleep Gordy will come for me He shows up in all my dreams Chasin and hauntin me GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! Burn up the stage with high adrenaline That purple haze, go cop some switches then Son his ass, punch him by his ear lobes Cut his ass, gut him right in here yo Dont let your parents know you blow crack again Got you sellin your soap mouth and ass again with these hot rhymes that I allure Your not inside, but Im in yours Dont let me fall asleep Gordy will come for me He shows up in all my dreams Chasin and hauntin me Dont let me fall asleep Gordy will come for me He shows up in all my dreams Chasin and hauntin me GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY!Embed

Eminem - Not Afraid Lyrics Ouais, ça été un parcours Je suppose que je devais passer par là pour arriver là où Je suis Maintenant certains dentre vous pourraient toujours être En cet endroit Si vous essayez de sortir, suivez moi Je vous en sortirai Vous pouvez essayer de lire mes paroles sur ce papier avant Que je ne les y dépose Mais vous ne comprendrez pas la force de ces mots avant que Je ne les exprime Car en aucune façon je ne vous laisserai mempêcher de Mettre la pagaille Quand je dis que je pourrais faire quelque chose je le fais Jen ai rien à faire De ce que tu penses, je le fais pour moi, alors fuck the World. Il est gonflé à bloc, si il croit que ça va marrêter Je serais ce que jai voulu être sans le moindre doute Indubitablement Et tous ceux qui me regardent de haut, je vais vous faire Tomber de votre balcon Pas de mais ou de ou qui tiennent, nessaye pas de lui Demander comment ou pourquoi il peut Depuis Infinite jusquau dernier album Relapse il fait de la Merde Quil soit salarié, payé à l’heure Jusquà ce quil explose ou quil vomisse ses intestins Peu importe ce qui arrivera en premier, pour le meilleur et Pour le pire Il s’est marié avec le Jeu, comme un fuck you pour Noël Son cadeau est une malédiction, oublier la terre il a le Désir De se sortir de la merde et baiser lunivers tout entier Je n’ai pas peur de prendre position Vous tous, venez prendre ma main Nous parcourrons cette route ensemble, à travers la Tempête Peu importe le temps, froid ou chaud Juste vous faire savoir que vous n’êtes pas seuls Criez si vous sentez que vous avez été sur la même route Ok, arrête de jouer avec les ciseaux, baisse le ton et Arrête tes conneries Je ne devrais pas avoir à faire rimer ces mots en rythme Pour que tu comprennes que c’est du rap Tu te dis Roi ? Tu te mens à toi-même Pour cette raison, je crache sur tes sentiments, au lieu Dêtre couronné tu es délogé Et pour les fans, je ne vous laisserai plus jamais tomber Je suis de retour Je promets de ne jamais revenir sur ma promesse, et Dailleurs Soyons honnête, Relapse nétait pas à la hauteur Peut-être que je roulais trop les accents jusquà Saturation Relax, je ne referai plus jamais ça Tout ce que jessaie de dire cest quon ne joue plus Il y a un jeu que lon appelle cercle et je ne peux y Participer Désormais je suis bien trop haut pour pouvoir redescendre Mais jai limpression que je dois encore me libérer Ces nuages noirs me suivent toujours partout Il est temps dexorciser ces démons Ces enfoirés sont à la fête Je n’ai pas peur de prendre position Vous tous, venez prendre ma main Nous parcourrons cette route ensemble, à travers la Tempête Peu importe le temps, froid ou chaud Juste vous faire savoir que vous n’êtes pas seuls Criez si vous sentez que vous avez été sur la même route Et je ne peux continuer à vivre de cette façon Ainsi à partir daujourdhui je vais sortir de cette cage Je mélève donc face à mes démons Je maccroche tellement, je repousse mes limites Jen ai eu assez, maintenant jen ai tellement marre Il est temps de mettre ma vie en ordre dorénavant C’était ma décision d’être sobre, je l’ai fait pour Moi Jadmets que je lai probablement fait inconsciemment pour Vous Ainsi jai pu revenir en un homme nouveau, vous mavez aidé À y voir clair Et croyez-moi vous ne réalisez pas tout ce que votre Confiance ma apportée... Jai eu la bague au doigt , mais on ne peut rien Faire pour mon majeur Jai la larme à lœil, je me sens comme le roi de mon Monde Et dans mon monde mes détracteurs sont tels des abeilles Sans dard, tombant raide mort par la suite Finies les rivalités, à partir de maintenant plus de Drames Je promets de me livrer corps et âme à ma responsabilité De père Donc je jure solennellement de toujours agir en tant que tel Que ce soit pour mes filles ou le Rap Personne ne pourra poser le moindre problème Grâce à la façon dont je me sens Je suis assez fort pour aller en boîte ou au bar du coin Et résister à tout lalcool Car je place la barre si haute, je pourrai finir par viser La lune Mais je suis trop occupé à contempler les étoiles, je me Sens intouchable et... Je n’ai pas peur de prendre position Vous tous, venez prendre ma main Nous parcourrons cette route ensemble, à travers la Tempête Peu importe le temps, froid ou chaud Juste vous faire savoir que vous n’êtes pas seuls Criez si vous sentez que vous avez été sur la même routeEmbed

Bump Heads - DJ Green Lantern Version LyricsYeah... Shady Haha  50  Cent... GgGgG G Unit Haha Yeah Uh huh Does  it make you mad when I switch my flow You  cant understand how I get my dough 50 Cent Im on fire cause Shady said so... Im On Fire Everybodys  in a rush to try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone Aint trying to use nobody as a steppin stone But dont compare me Im better off just left alone And  I aint even tryin to go there with record sales Im just tryin to keep it humble and respect myself Say what up keep steppin and just rep D12 Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons‚ jail And livin wreckless‚ but if you would check my belt You may see something else I use to protect myself A vest to stop a ruger and deflect the shells and Send em back at you faster than they left the barrel And I dont even carry guns no more I dont got to Got under cover cops thatll legally pop you And I done seen a lot of people crossed the line But this motherfucker Ja mustve lost his mind That X has got him thinkin he was DMX Then he switched to Pac now his tryin to be him next So which one are you X Luther Pac or Michael? Just keep singing the same song recycled Wed all much rather get along than fight you Me and Hailey dance to your songs we like you And you dont really want to step inside no mic booth Come on now you know the white boy will bite you Ill hurt your pride dog and you know I dont like to But I will if I have to With syllable after syllable ill just slap ya Killin you faster Than you poppin pill after little pill of them tabs of That shit you on but if you want it you got it Youd bump this shit too if we didnt diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants ta So whats the deal where was all of the tough talk When I walked up to ya like Ja what up dog How come you didnt say you had a problem then When you was standin there with all you men We couldve solved it then Im a grown man dogg come holla All you did was slap hands smile and swallow Another one of them lil x pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you want to be I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me You couldnt slug me if my father helped you My punchlines is hot my bars would melt you Ja‚ you Stuart Little, shells will lift you Every other week Im buyin a new pistol I clap at yo ass with this chrome 38 And put 6 through your hats a 7 and 3/8s Irv you aint Suge Knight, you Shook Knight I put my knife in ya wind pipe Then freeze on this turn pike You know and I know who took ya chain You got robbed two times so your ass is lame Im down to die for this shit all I need is bail You better stick to the movies with Steven Segal I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me Yo fuck that Im tired of waiting These industry niggas starting to get out of hand Like I wont find your whereabouts by stomping em out your man We killin New York even in Compton they understand Im on the block where you was raised‚ blowin chocolate up out the van and They see me pop up more icy because I could You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood, good Least when your paranoid its hard to make a song How you want it with us and half of your artists got makeup on Every magazine I open you on your knees takin prayer pictures And you aint even get shot yet you scared bitches You dont know nothin bout what pain is sucker I put your ass in the ground like a train conductor motherfucker I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me Yeah nigga Shady Aftermath G Unit Fuck you think they call us G Unit for? Cause we move units Uh huh And dont think we aint billin you for this motherfuckin studio time Matter fact keep em on 50 We call it even. Ha1Embed

Testify/The Next One Lyrics Yeah! Come on! Come on! ATL! Yeah! Haha! WOO! If you feel like youve been touched By our music that is Nowadays everybody just wanna poke their nose up in our business What is this some kinda joke? Man, everywhere I go all I’m hearing is more talk What’s up with Jada and Fat Joe? Doing a song with ol’ boy on a song “New York” Man, I thought you just went and did a song with them both?” Man, the streets wanna know how you gonna go and diss Michael You should get your ghetto pass revoked I never had no ghetto pass, you asshole You really wanna know, when I did live in the ghetto I catch a trespassing charge up at the railroad tracks So I suggest you get your facts straight before you go This assuming to know I aint grow up in no trailer park just cause I was poor Man, this is my testimo...ny to those that don’t know Me, and feel like they do If not to feel compelled to go and speak on me too So this dick goes to YOU and this dick goes to YOU And if you feel like you want it then you can get it too And when your through pass it to the person next to you Ayo, Stat get on the mic and come and spit a few Motherfuckers so quick, to spit bullshit Stat Quo, who’s this, Em gave me the assist Shorty got a full clip, standing in the pulpit A–Town misfit, repping that south shit Back four or some years ago, foe was hating, I hear them My flow is skating across the track, rollerblading Losing patience, want to get on chasing but this taking all my energy Tired of waiting, people faking fronting like they kin to me When theyre really enemies, give a fuck what it is Cuz, this what it gonna be, Shady/Aftermath lately GMM, baby, young nigga out them projects Thomasville Grady hospital, Freida’s only baby Niggas biting my style get rabies Fuck you, pay me, eat a cock, swallow shit And plus you aint fucking with this, so don’t trip, ha ha Dont abort this, what an incredible twist I write incredible script That fit in with the plot it’s endless Now testify to this Let it bang when you hear, this is classic shit Im the next one next one Motherfuckers cant fuck with me with me Got a problem shorty come get me Nah, I aint Dr. Dre, nah, I aint Eminem or 50, dog I’m Stat As I think back, retract, from the classroom to the trap Freidas only son had to hustle for scraps Its hard to relax when your wage minimum, bein broke Fuck, with my adrenaline before Dre and Eminem I was trying to get on demo tapes state to state Performing at clubs and doing whatever it takes Relying on faith hopin my dreams take shape And my fate meeting I would wait for these A&R’s say I ain’t grind bitch Spendin my last dime on this studio time shit A lot of folk told me I was stupid for trying this Situation crucial feds off in my climate Home environment taking pictures of me it was ugly The spot got hot, scene felt like curry Had my vision blurry to underground Atlanta Hit the streets me and Zeke put a plan together Shorty its now or never down to do whatever You see the rainfall came but I had to bear that weather Look your boy need cheddar like a mill or better I was fed up but the benefit was worth the effort Im patiently waitin, used to get love Now the same niggas hatin, wanna give me slugs Partner dont get it separated or twisted, you cant fade it Stats the wrong motherfucker to play with, understand me If you opened up your ears long enough to listen You may hear what youve been missin out all of this time Ive been put in position to put others in position So quit your bitchin, learn how to rhyme Get signed and get your shine Its like this and like that and, uh, welcome to Statlanta Shady Aftermath and, uh, a brand new rapper from Atlanta Who goes by the name of Stat Quo Introducing our new excuse to keep producin Continue to do music, use it and expand it and make rap grow The hottest new shit on the planet, on a new plateau But dont confuse it, you dont understand it Let me break it down for you to show you how we do shit So that you cats know, this is Statlanta 101 Cause we dont want no one walking out this motherfucker with tunnel vision So anyone with questions you want answered Just ask and well try to unmask them and maybe explain why so few cats blow Just spit the truth when you get in this booth and do that though That there boy he hot to death, you already knew that though Is he the greatest from the ATL, we got haters all day to debate us So well just say this: hes wanted from the Stat, go! I got caviar wishes, box Chevy dreams CD covers, TV screens The booth or the block, might go to triple beam Imma make it by any means, huh huh huh Fuck what your saying, God put me here to shine Going on tour or white collar crime The rhyme or the grind, MPC or the nine Imma make it, I need mine, huh huh huh I can care less, fuck yall, you dont make or break me Real niggas love me, pussy niggas hate me Down bitches ride for Stat Quo, they know The A-Town D Young County be trill folk Didnt no other label offer me no deal Till they found out Shady/Aftermath was interested Then they started to beg, want the truth, there it is This aint a gimmick, this the south and I be that kid Just ride through watching lines of his rhymes In time youre going to find youre on a great trip Aint a word I could life be some extraordinary shit The piece of the puzzle that fit, its Stat Quo, you son of a bitch 1Embed

Don’t Call Me Marshall Lyrics Yoooo! This is the invasion Ill beat you motherfuckers, and get invaded Shady Records, Aftermath Get down and pray Eminem... No... Eminem! No... Hahaha. Wake the fuck up, motherfucker. What do you want from me?! Hahahaha. Remember me? I killed you! You thought I was dead, didnt you? What do you want from me?! Im alive... Oh, God... Get up. No. Get up and look in the mirror. I dont want to! Look in the mirror, its just a reflection. Haha Leave me alone!!! Look in the mirror! Youre nothing! Youre nothing without me! Look in the motherfucking mirror! Leave me alone!!! Leave me the fuck alone!!! Embed

Kill Me a Mutha Lyrics I told you, dont fuck with me Stupid fuck, look at you now Yeah, haha Have you noticed, like When niggas go to the club, its always Its one knucklehead nigga always mean, muggin and shit Heh, he wanna, he wanna have contact with me Have contact with men, all these bitches in here Faggot ass, these for them hard head niggas man Now I dont wanna come across as a boss some type of mafia But these are my thoughts, they awful, I wont argue with ya But see, I got a cause, a clause, that I live by Keep the heater close because I dont want to die You see, Im from Detroit where they dump em off in coffins And often theres assorted men where bullets holes departed him And I dont want no parts of them, crazy complications So I keep the heater cocked up in case of confrontation And I would just be fakin if I said I wouldnt erase him If he blatantly tried to take away Gods creation Ill kill me a muthafucka Running up on me, may he rest in peace once released Ill kill me a muthafucka Yeah, look at ya now, for runnin ya mouth Ya stretched on the ground Ill kill me a muthafucka Aint no way you can stop it, on that hot shit We can get it poppin Ill kill me a muthafucka I told you, dont fuck with me Stupid fuck, look at you now Now Im riding through the city in a Range with no tints Just to show these muthafuckas yes, I am a resident I aint stack up my pennies just to move out the city So if you got a problem with me you should know where to get me Niggas kills me, portrayin that thug My nigga yous a crack baby, go smoke on some drugs Before that hot piece of slug make you where you aint budging Dont even nudge him, its over for cousin, he caught a dozen Just for fucking with the wrong animal Animated no more, off to hell Yes Ill Ill kill me a muthafucka Running up on me, may he rest in peace once released Ill kill me a muthafucka Yeah, look at ya now, for runnin ya mouth Ya stretched on the ground Ill kill me a muthafucka Aint no way you can stop it, on that hot shit We can get it poppin Ill kill me a muthafucka I told you, dont fuck with me Stupid fuck, look at you now When Im down in ATL Stat Quo keep my fofo So shawty know Obie for real When Im chillin in LA Dre keep my AK, so Im like an esse When bangin that steel When Im out in NYC 50 hold artillery for me Watch me shut down son and dunny Listen, O-bizzle hold the Tek-nizzle Holding ya neck if you disrespect Bizzle Sizzle up tissue, missles will not miss you Maybe ya momma, when that pistol uplifts you Ill kill me a muthafucka Running up on me, may he rest in peace once released Ill kill me a muthafucka Yeah, look at ya now, for runnin ya mouth Ya stretched on the ground Ill kill me a muthafucka Aint no way you can stop it, on that hot shit We can get it poppin Ill kill me a muthafucka I told you, dont fuck with me Stupid fuck, look at you nowEmbed

We Just Came to Party Lyrics Yeah, Young Zee, Eminem Talk to me! What up, Red Spyda? Yeah! Usually its beef, the more the merry Me and Em fill up a thousand mortuaries Til aint no more room in them cemeteries And all ya fake mens is dead and buried But tonight, man- We just came to party We aint come in here to start shit with nobody Girl, we just wanna see you work that, work that body With your man lookin like he could murk somebody He just sipped a lil bit too much Bacardi He done tripped into this cup and spilled it on me Now he’s starting to talk shit to Swift and Naunie He’s about to get the shit kicked in, stomped out of him Zee come get the riches Thats how come I drop filled with sixes Only boning one chick cause hoes be lying Fuck around and end up like Kobe Bryant I just came to drink a thousand shots of Rémy You gon make me fuck around and pop the semi Man, I live two lives, I roll with stars to open bars In the hood, we still ride around in stolen cars Pop shit, I’ll put this gun on yo earring Til I hear that loud tune and voice disappearing It’s crow, man, I get high off water Wake up in the bed with Ozzy Ozbournes daughter Test us, better give a vest to your wife Or when I said it, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life Yeah, we roll up on a gang of Harleys Zee, Slim Shady, we just came to party, man! We just came to party We aint come in here to start shit with nobody Girl, we just wanna see you work that, work that body With your man lookin like he could murk somebody He just sipped a lil bit too much Bacardi He done tripped into this cup and spilled it on me Now he’s starting to talk shit to Swift and Naunie He’s about to get the shit kicked in, stomped out of him Even though niggas know we down with Shady Me and Saph, we still got them pounds of eighty Purple heads bring me dough like its chips from rapping Make me look like all my records platinum And I aint dropped, when I do, just rap at mama I make a nigga fall off like Cappadonna Yeah, in the club, dont treat me like a lame in the game Fore my lil niggas whip out, aim for your chain Mad cuz we blessed to do them things yall wish We buy new cars, gut em out like they fish Yeah, we dont give a fuck what you say We got those TEC-9s like and Folks tell me slow down, Im spendin all my dough up So what? I throw twenty-fos on the tow truck They think we bought no guns, what you think? But we aint come to fight, we just came to drink, man! We just came to party We aint come in here to start shit with nobody Girl, we just wanna see you work that, work that body With your man lookin like he could murk somebody He just sipped a lil bit too much Bacardi He done tripped into this cup and spilled it on me Now he’s starting to talk shit to Swift and Naunie He’s about to get the shit kicked in, stomped out of him When I roll out to the club with all my soldiers I can get about a thousand heads and loaders Right through the front door with all them toasters They don’t search us, its Crow them niggas know us And nobody in the world on the mic can see me I just spit hot flow and write graffiti And I roll with mass Spanish cats that be acting black Pimped out Cadillacs and they pack them Macs Pop the ignition in your limited edition Get it come through spinning it, in the intersection Its chrome, no gold, $300 dollar jeans Smack their favorite DJ like I’m drama king Fuck with that nigga the gats gon spill I drive off in something, look like the Batmobile, but chill We just came to chill, money chill, we just came to chill, go! We just came to party We aint come in here to start shit with nobody Girl, we just wanna see you work that, work that body With your man lookin like he could murk somebody He just sipped a lil bit too much Bacardi He done tripped into this cup and spilled it on me Now he’s starting to talk shit to Swift and Naunie He’s about to get the shit kicked in, stomped out of him Oh, oh its on1Embed

Thoughts of Suicide Lyrics{a lighter clicks, a gun cocks, then a sample plays in reverse} Lies in the game, how I entertain The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain Most rap guys wanna die for the fame Supposed to die young cause, Im in the gang And I cant change cause, I entertain Can sniff three verses through lines of caine You just realized that, Im insane Im enraged, engaged in a war with ways They can have me spray shots off the stage If I die like Malcolm will you feel my pain? Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave? If I die like Pac, cause I yearn to bang You discredit me, like I never learned a thang If I die like Big would you praise my rhymes? And give me the spot, Best of All Time If I die in N.Y. will the West Coast ride And the beef not stop til, hip-hop die Will a nigga who dont, understand that line Try and damage my safety, in N.Y.? Will the rap game embrace me cause I got skill? Or for the lies of that man, will I get killed nigga? Im just gettin high, gettin high Think of suicide, suicide Im just gettin high, gettin high Think of suicide, suicide Im just gettin high, gettin high I think of suicide, suicide Will the crimes of my youth, come back to haunt me? By the time I shoot, will my father want me? When I tour will my girl be-come a whore? And I come back home and cant fuck her raw If I walked on stage like, FUCK the law! Will the hip-hop cops try and kill my squad? Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say? Or push me in the shots, he gon die anyway Is niggas really jealous, cause I got shine? Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed? Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind? Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime? If I kill my bitch like Robert Blake Do I got enough money, to beat the case? If I crash out, right before I end the race And die, fore I come out, would you feel my pain? Im almost to a point, where I cant be saved My mindstate, at a place, where it cant be changed Laws got a nigga stuck like he cant get break But I gotta back up, all the shit I say Its lies in the game, how I entertain The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain Most rap guys wanna die for the fame Im just gettin high, gettin high Think of suicide, suicide Im just gettin high, gettin high Think of suicide, suicide Im just gettin high, gettin high I think of suicide, suicideEmbed

B N U Lyrics Okay This is another Public service announcement Heyyy! Boys and girls And all you dirty heads out there Lets take a trip to the world of D12 The hardest Boy Band In the world, hahaha Straight from, +DETROIT MICHIGAN+ Come on follow us, come on If I could just take you through a day with me and you Youll see what I can do, when I do what I do And I bet, you would not bother me like you do Cause you find you would rather spend your time B-N-U You think you know it all, dont you dog all about my life and all While Im poppin this Vicodin and drinking all this alcohol All up in these clubs throwing up like I aint got em all But thats just what you see when you see me hanging with Runyan nem Its funny when, Im busting my ass gettin them money nem You aint never round helping out but soldiers come to them Runnin to them, wantin 30 niggas long when You call me to the door I told em leading all your friends And then they talk behind my back again Im back to doing smack again Ill have another baby cause safe sex I aint practisin Logic by the sleezy sleeze being fake aint being me Its just your misconception of perception when you seeing me If I could just take you through a day with me and you Youll see what I can do, when I do what I do And I bet, you would not bother me like you do Cause you find you would rather spend your time B-N-U I aint gotta like you dude, plenty of time to fight you fool Arrogant? This might be true... smack your bitch - slightly rude Running from the white and blue for blowing up a bible school Let me show this rifle do, too ill, I got a license too Nice of you to think Im not, but Im ill this is true Poppin pills, shooting guns, going jail - Ill shit on you Yes Im loud, dont touch the wire, fuck and bust a nut in Why R Kelly didnt touch that girl, then again Im such a liar This is me all day, you rubbing me the wrong way Listen what the song say and pass the fuckin Bombay Andale on the overplay for the underplay Andre is more Swift with gunplay, one day Im Proof next Im Harry, Tecs I carry on the runway Its necessary that my sex is very non-gay D12 we dont play with them gays Blame it on our momma this the way we was raised! If I could just take you through a day with me and you Youll see what I can do, when I do what I do And I bet, you would not bother me like you do Cause you find you would rather spend your time B-N-U They like to know what I can do, they aint got the slighest clue Question my integrity, I mean it nigga who is you You better be prepared for beef, we dont need a new recruit We blow a hole inside of niggas bigger than a hula-hoop See I know the business who the hell you talking stupid to? Fuck you up, have your face looking like a Rubix Cube You can walk the hood with me, we can take an acid break All you gotta do is choose, tablet nigga have a drank Dabble with it rob a bank, What the fuck you niggas think, I can shoot as Muslims too Nigga hey, what about the pretty bitch you call your wife? Imma hit it nigga I been sucking titties all my life Stealing shit and starting fights, pissing on your lawns at night We hard to get along with stay ornery like Dolemite Nigga you can be polite, I dont talk to people right And so does the rest of us, you hating us cause we alike If I could just take you through a day with me and you Youll see what I can do, when I do what I do And I bet, you would not bother me like you do Cause you find you would rather spend your time B-N-U Hey boys and girls, taking drugs is real cool Hanging out in the news, acting like a damn fool Its the big guy with the shower cap, kicking sicks raps Talking bout fucking kids in the ass crack Never mind Bizarre... you know hes on medication Smoking weed, drinking brew - third grade education All in your house, blunt in my mouth Call you a bitch.. and pee on your spouse Look, I dont like the chitter-chatter thats for faggots, if it mattered Then Id have to splatter rappers just for acting - target pratice Time for action Im Kuniva The wet Vagina finder So never mind you rhyming chumps You might see me behind the pump And yes it damages and put niggas in bandages And yes, I love my pistol like Bizarre loves all his sandwiches Business is strenuous you fucking with some geniuses Some many people on my nuts I wonder how my penis is Girls approach me with bodies like Venus and Serena-sess I turn em down my wife would kill me if she ever seen this shit I mean the shit, Im silly man, Im smart, Im really ignorant Im innocent and guilty at the same time, go and figure it If I could just take you through a day with me and you Youll see what I can do, when I do what I do And I bet, you would not bother me like you do Cause you find you would rather spend your time B-N-U Gunshot1Embed

Flawless Victory Lyrics Slim Shady Uh, drop tight Dirty Doz, uh Tell me how it feel to get tall about the frame All you gotta do is step up and say your name You can drop tight, all it takes is one look Since, nigga, youll get fucked around and get your shit took I told you bitch niggas a week ago Witness these slugs as they riddle through your vehicle Bet three or four hit yo torso and shake yo middle Verbal abuse gon have you suffering in a hospital You bitches brittle, you too fragile to be talking shit, fuck you! I feel sorry for who you walking with I start to hit anything moving, Im out my mind, its been proven Hit the stage and watch your rap career get ruined And what you doing will get you stiff, watch you start to freeze Take ya niggas out this bitch like heart disease Start to squeeze to the point you cant regain conscious Talking bout I couldve gotten but thats plain nonsense like Magic Johnson You just playing like you sick nigga See, I got rabies, you might have a little bitch in ya But you aint crazy, Im the one that keep the facts known Fuck your rap career, cause all thats gone! You better have something to fall back on I hear em saying thats wrong how Im doing Im running straight through em and fuck up anyone who know him Damn shame what happened to em Its now official, its been confirmed we gon return when slugs hit you Niggas wonderin where you disappear to What you expect? While Im getting respect, niggas is paying you your respects Outranked niggas from the East and West, I cant be touched Tell you what, you gon get your best Watch em get crushed! 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 Tell me how it feel to get tall about the frame All you gotta do is step up and say your name You can drop tight, all it takes is one look Since, nigga, youll get fucked around and get your shit took Tell me how it feel to get tall about the frame All you gotta do is step up and say your name You can drop tight, all it takes is one look Since, nigga, youll get fucked around and get your shit took Watch these niggas keep grabbing like Ondre No defeating me like Barry Sanders running back lines Seeing you beating me, I get shit on a sleep tip Blast him with this heat bitch Bucking niggas up like bad traffic, they got the Freaknik Im killing em In my city, Im considered the only rapper that can split yo gizzard That city one Im colder than blizzards Many run, but dont escape Vocally youve been raped, hiding bodies in other states If you aint been arbitrary, rolling thicker than dictionaries Every word would carry horror to make you wary Call the motherfucking 5-0 Hurry, cause nines blow in the hands of niggas living scurry and psycho Im like nitro, blowing up spots with top flight hoes Folding them knots, so you get popped if you bite flows You instantly turn red if wearing white clothes Automatic slugs are given, so you gas pose Youre exposed, you laughing still while its on Watch your head get popped like daffodils, then you gone You see, cause rabies run rampant like mad rabbits, relentless Rabid raps, you better run out and go get your tetanus Or feel the redness, red dot between your retinas Leaving you headless, before you even said what your set was Ready to detonate Pissed off, and Im blowing up like I pulled into a gas station and backed into a pump Ive been through enough, Im looking to start a gunfight with trump tight Dropping you off at a dumpsite Slim Shady Mr. Wrong Swifty, baby I barely relent like cigarettes I drop bombs and leave you niggas mixing ligaments These shotguns got rhymes that get on Stray bullets been known to fuck up a happy home in the hands of Mr. Wrong These niggas drop like atomic bombs Bionic rhymes from the top will stop motherfuckers from staying calm As these firearms disconnect, your final song, bitches over with The rap of Swift and Mr. Wrong got yo soldiers hit with the rage of Dobermans or your coldest pitbull Niggas got no defense cause you niggas gon need chiropractors, we biohazardous Im flipping you backwards with this gauge Watch me cancel this2Embed

The Kids Lyrics Hey there, little boys and girls Hey there, little boys and girls Today were gonna to learn how to poison squirrels But first, Id like you to meet my friend Bob Say hi Bob! Bobs 30 and still lives with his mom And he dont got a job Cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot But his twelve-year-old brother looks up to him an awful lot And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot And wait in the parking lot for waitresses off the clock When its late and the lot gets dark And fake like he walks his dog, drag em in the woods And go straight to the chopping blocks And even if they escaped and they got the cops The ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge Til one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job When she felt someone grab her whole face And said not to talk But Stacey knew it was Bob and said: Knock it off! But Bob wouldnt knock it off Cause hes crazy and off his rocker Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka You couldnt even take him to Dres to get Bob a doctor He grabbed Stace by the legs as chopped it off her And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander They never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner And thats the story of Bob and his marijuana And what it might do to you So see if the squirrels want any—its bad for you The kids, the kids! Dont forget about the kids, the kids! Shady, what about the kids, the kids? The kids, the kids! Shady, what about the kids, the kids? You gotta save the kids! My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it? Fuck no, you aint seen it, its the size of a peanut Speakin of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels? Ecstasy, its the worst drug in the world If someone ever offers it to you, dont do it Kids, two hitsll probably drain all your spinal fluid And spinal fluid is final, you wont get it back So dont get attached, itll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach, twenty-one years old After hangin out with some friends At a frat party, he gets bold And decides to try five, when hes bribed by five guys And the peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it Suddenly, he starts to convulse And his pulse goes into hyperdrive And his eyes roll back in his skull {​​​blblblblblb}​​​ His back starts to look like the McDonalds Arches Hes on Donalds carpet, layin horizontal, barfin {​​​BLEH}​​​ And everyone in the apartment starts laughin at him H- hey Adam, Zach is a jackass, look at him! Cause they took it too, so they think its funny So theyre laughing at basically nothing Except maybe wasting the money Meanwhile, Zachs in a coma, the action is over And his back and his shoulders Hunched up like hes practicin yoga And thats the story of Zach, the ecstasy maniac So dont even feed that to squirrels, class Cause its bad for you The kids, the kids! Shady, what about the kids- Dont forget about the kids, the kids! And last but not least, one of the most humungous Problems among young people today is fungus It grows from cow manure They pick it out, wipe it off, bag it up And you put it- put it- put it- put it- put it-Embed

Insult to Injury Lyrics Im like a white Michael Vick, psycho enough to stick Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott I might make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil And ride a motorcycle right through the side of my high school Satans disciple with a sniper rifle And a knife and a white diaper Liable to shit on you while I snipe you So dope he gets off opiates What an appropriate way to start off his day He may just smart off to Dre He may be hard to contain ‘Cause his rage is so hard to gauge See, Hannibal ate his face, and met Jason, gnawed off his leg Amazin hard-on for razors and blades And anything sharp, even poisonous darts It all plays a major part of his game Holy water wont ward him off, crucifixes wont do the trick Hes so sick, its ridiculous Sawed the crazy part off his brain, hes still insane Whys there bloodstains on his carpet, mane? Theres some crazy shit goin on in Shadys apartment again Newsflash, Im still trash Them pills shoulda killed my ass But they didnt; they just made me stronger Its like they rebuilt my ass Like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash Its Aftermath, bitch! And my milk glass is still half-empty Yeah, tempt me, Hell isnt enough They need to invent somewhere new to send me As sick as Im getting Theyll stick me in a conventional oven With a rotisserie setting and wont even notice me sweating Shit, I done made a verse, said some foul shit Tryna go back fix it, fucked around, and just made it worse Yeah, Im back, looking no worse for wear Got these haters mad enough to rip off their hair And start punchin the air Fall the fuck out, spill your lunch in the chair Ill do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim Kardash In the ass with a shard of glass from Nick Hogans car crash You may look like the passenger for that, dont be a smartass Yeah, laugh while you sit there Thinkin that the hard part passed You aint seen pain til Leatherface flips mane Ill cut your fuckin balls off, homie, my saws off the chain I chopped the bitch in half with it, sawed off her legs And the top half of the torso fuckin crawled off insane I aint seen shit like that since I went to Mike Jacks Took the Elephant Mans skull, fucked it, and put it right back Handed my dick to Bubbles While he sucked it and licked my nut sack Gave him a reach-around While I fucked him right in his butt crack Nah, I aint takin it back fo.., fuck that! I give a fuck about nothin, so heres where you fucked up at Dont go touchin that can Man, you dont wanna open up that Wait a min-ahh, shit… Alchemist, cut that.. Embed

Lac Motion Lyrics Screech out, yeah Thats what Im talkin bout {bzzt} Ca$his, Shady {bzzt} Good lookin Em We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles Ridin on Treys like Barksdale, Im Hoover still Step out and see the new Carmelo shoe and steal But you aint runnin around here cause dude is real You dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal Im ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills I make a lil side money plus I got a deal Im nine kids deep; see, why I gotta deal? And serve so the government, cant touch my skrill Before Im sittin in my big, house, on the hill Dark, not in H.B., Hall go, have a meal I am the bogus boy, that was in my uncles will You figured that out, and see that Im a G for real And fear man is one thing that he dont feel Knock a nigga out, while his gun on him still Llac motion drop top West coast beatin down yo block Thats how we do it out here, out here - folk Thats how we do it out here, back forth - folk Back on the Llac motion drop top West coast beatin down yo block Thats how we do it out here, out here - folk Thats how we do it out here, back forth - folk Back screech out New Makaveli jeans, five Vicks, Blue Leaf Tall tee, hang to my motherfuckin knees nigga I got a gang of my partners from O.C., figure If its some drama they all, ridin with me if ya Recognize a situation that you cant win You may feel like a marked mellow but you can live Still you tryin to be hard, yellin out stupid shit I just look at you laughin, say that you a bitch I got somethin from class despite my truant seers But I can whoop on yo ass homie if you in Sears Its better not to be brash and come with foolishness Talkin bout my county til you see how true it is Come to the 7-1-fo, Glizzy could get you rich Some of the homies got dough, the rest is militant We got goons thats loon tootin them wicked sticks My whole set to end, Shady thats what the bidness is We switchin lanes and candy paints on 22s And 83s and 88s, in grammar schools Different names of the Llac, I hear the hundred crews Miss the exit, thats all from gettin blunted fool Flick the tussin, a couple buzzards is comin through Soon as they see me say Ca$h, I wanna fuck witchu So many niggas is lamed out, and gullible We make em lookouts in fog eyes for copper moves I was livin the life, of sellin rocks to dudes When I got to a block, I was unstoppable I had to serve out the Llac, cause they was watchin moves But bein poor was just, somethin I couldnt do I wanna roll in a six-hundred and stunt on you Next time I see you and yours, Ill pull a gun on you Through every stage of my life, I been that fuckin dude You should be glad I took, time to fuck witchu Embed

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Census Bureau Lyrics Yeah, we straight from the census bureau Haha, Runyan Ave We lookin for yo momma D-12 - where yo momma at? Miko - where yo momma at? Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo momma at? I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin ass Hey Em where yo momma at? Yo.. You know me, Denaun the same ol nigga I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga See me and you are sorta like the same I guess We both rock mics but yours is into our chest You cant do nuttin to me, Runyan Aves unruly And truly this aint a movie, you get slapped with the tooly So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me? Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild Piggity-pow, nigga be out You dont really want war, Im chillin at your door This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor I cant be a punk, my daddy wasnt none I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know I keep it on the flo under the seat - I aint a ho! You know its been a while but we feelin it now Goddamn! You dont want no problems B Its that same ol shit, niggas back again Hit the weed pass the Gin A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed Ill be makin all these niggas wanna take a beam And put it right on my head You dont be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds Havin meetings to recite what I said Liable to have you in a medical room Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on You fittin to die holmes! {explosion} Got a chrome that be fuckin up shit worse than I You would swear that Im a Gemini I kill a guy for nothin - eye to eye And I aint gotta touch them niggas face soon as I say somethin Got a pump thatll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass You would think you in Death Rows office {gun clicks} Im ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits Survive and Im gettin up high without a flaw bitch! You know its been a while but we feelin it now Goddamn! You dont want no problems B Its that same ol shit, niggas back again Hit the weed pass the Gin Im a dog on the mic thatll brawl out with Christ Get to cappin at your captain til he fall outta life Im all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain Fool fuck this game, Im poppin at coach Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke I aint feelin nothin you wrote so Im stompin your throat Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks Im a uzi with arms and legs Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made Spittin the right game so yo ass can get laid The fuck down, I dont give a fuck now, whassup? Talkin bout Clappin - quit actin, you barely bust nuts Dont get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof And Imma kill every man that came with you Yeah, yeah - KNOCK KNOCK! Guess who showed up? 44-mag and tear your whole door up Pink shower cap and, yellow drawers My dicks so small, I can pee on my own balls When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work Thats why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone I aint home, Im so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones You know its been a while but we feelin it now Goddamn! You dont want no problems B Its that same ol shit, niggas back again Hit the weed pass the Gin Yo, I chuck niggas daily, a six-man crew thats born crazy A triple O.G. like Tray Deee I stay sparkin, bitch I got a attitude I step on your shoes and wont say pardon - be cautious! Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be Wild and disorderly, pissin on your toilet seat Nigga now you know its me, I got a .44 wit me Bitches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me It aint no ho in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller Rob niggas til my pockets look greener than Yoda And you know that Im the Shady type, the crazy type Thats probably why promoters never pay me right We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again Im bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin school again You know its been a while but we feelin it now Goddamn! You dont want no problems B Its that same ol shit, niggas back again Hit the weed pass the Gin Yeah.. D-12 Devils Night.. part two.. The drama.. continues.. KaySlay.. hahahaha..2Embed

You Think That I’m Crazy Lyrics In this life of a G, the only reason that you listen to me Is cause you think that Im crazy, oh, crazy! I just might be, but you wanna be just like me Cause you think that Im crazy! I won some battling, embarrassing, leaving you passed out Pants down, butt fucked by the Vatican You show me what a faggot is, Ill show you what a Magnum is You dead in my eyes, Im just blasting where your casket is A young bastard, thats beast and crazy I was found in the street and raised up by Shady No sound when I speak, but you know what Im saying When my trigger finger click, you would know Im not playing Im the climax of Jason, seed of death In the Ku Klux Klan, hanging niggas to rep Im an authentic asshole, choose your step Or get tekked, next step you would lose your breath I aint here to conversate about whose a fake Cause every time you drop an album, you lose respect Im one of a few rappers that do Mathers a G From the West Coast chapter, of King Mathers, Skreeeeech... In this life of a G, the only reason that you listen to me Is cause you think that Im crazy! I just might be, but you wanna be just like me Cause you think that Im crazy! Lyrical, no subliminal, shitting on you on literal What you hold, identical to genitals, you dick ridah Oscillate me from them guys I spit fire But Im a murderer and not like them liars I crush empires, live by us inside of wires In light of these niggas riddin by us, try us... I clip fliers on your lip, then sprint, trying To rip your fucking mouth off, you bitch... dying For all standards, flip cannons, shots landing in your face Now your bodies abandoned, I can show you how to body a bandit With a shotty Im standing, in a lobby like Pac nigga, but I aint get shot Got grazed, unfazed, gun slang and bang, pump cain all day just to earn my name On the block where I turn my game, Im Cashis nigga You motherfuckerz better learn my name, yeeeah... In this life of a G, the only reason that you listen to me Is cause you think that Im crazy! I just might be, but you wanna be just like me Cause you think that Im crazy! Maybe Shady raised a Satan baby I can feel you hating lately, Ive been sniffing, drankin, violating my probation Yall cant take me Ill go crazy, you dont want that situation Wasting tax payers money, giving me all these cases My past is a violent one and I cant erase it Im getting fresh out of jail, and racing back to the station Staying wasted, I get the bombest chron, with coke that I lace it Getting close to Cobain, I drain, Im there I can taste it It dont take a million takes for me to walk in and lay it I got a cater, say these motherfuckin DJs will play it Walking up congratulated, but inside I feel hated, or maybe its the hatred inside I spew cause Im hating that everyone of my guys died, before I can make it You the false ridah, I dont like you I cant fake it See Im patiently waiting, A buzz bangin, and waving my gun Pussy quit talkin shit and close up your lady you punk... In this life of a G, the only reason that you listen to me Is cause you think that Im crazy, oh, crazy! I just might be, but you wanna be just like me Cause you think that Im crazy!Embed

Lay Down Lyrics Here we go Yeah, yeah You could get popped, its a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin off with that hostile energy In a hospital with a doctor getting in When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped And I commence to spit, none of yall exempt from it Spit, spit, passes from it You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet And I will never let em give it to me I gotta live to be one hundred and three Gotta reach my epitome Wanna seize my enemy And receive my penalty nigga Lay down, lay down Im a man, man I aint runnin, Imma stand with my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be Lay down, lay down Im a man, man I aint runnin, Imma stand with my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be Lay down Aint tryna be cocky with it But Im the nigga from the block that did it Got an honest livin, I aint tryna see the box in prison Getting knocked outta my position Now I got a pot to piss in Pissed off motherfuckers mouth off bitchin Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions Get mad at the nigga thats getting em Thats when he see the next nigga thats hittin him With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue Dismiss you, in attempt to Take me out my motherfuckin tempo, nigga Lay down, lay down Im a man, man I aint runnin, Imma stand with my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be Lay down, lay down Im a man, man I aint runnin, Imma stand with my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be Niggas get nauseated, a artist made it Had it hard against odds and emancipated To the floor I spit, cause, goddamn they hate it To see the lady they dated caterin to the latest Shadiest artist, up in my radius Get faded with a plated revolver Rated me R, haters get faded with horror Erased, no fate for tomorrow All cause he think he hard tough Got a car cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush I will never let em give it to me I gotta live to be one hundred and three Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy And receive my penalty, thatll be the end of he Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity When I tell him to Lay down, lay down Im a man, man I aint runnin, Imma stand with my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be Lay down, lay down Im a man, man I aint runnin, Imma stand with my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be Lay down, lay down, lay down Yeaaah Embed

I’m Sirius Lyrics Exclusive! Clinton Sparks shit! Shady, Aftermath, still Aftermath 2006- Yall niggas need to be clear real quick The motherfuckin game has changed again MixUnit.Com a new day nigga Too often, is a young nigga, in a coffin Tryna 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? They done shot my baby! Pardon Me back in the room again Its time to raise the level of the boom again Bus-A-Bus-A-Bus ra- See, I aint do that in a long time Spit shit, make the streets do more crime Cop some cribs, top a little more shine Alright, yeah I pity yall Da way I bang niggas and how I shit on yall And spit the slang, big em, make your label quit on yall And do my thang bitch, from here to Senegal We gettin a lotta money, me and my friend Kamal I take yo money I aint a friend of yall Gunshot So much class, my shitll kill ya, black when I dont wanna rap And still Ima smash and make them bitches make it clap Soon as im finished wit her homie, Ill give her back We dont play that, we dont play that Nigga Im serious, I aint playin We dont play that, we dont play that Nigga Im serious, I aint playin We dont play that, we dont play that Nigga Im serious, I aint playin We dont play that, we dont play that Nigga Im serious, I aint playin Get familiar!1Embed

Ghetto Lyrics Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Im from the motherfuckin slums where the cops dont come Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run You aint shit without no gun In the ghetto, ghetto Im from the motherfuckin slums where the cops dont come Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run You aint shit without no gun In the ghetto, ghetto Im from where diapers full of feces wes endangered species Bodies lay in traffic, thats right, where the streets be You aint seen nothin this obscene from no TV You would have to be me to feel what Obies speakin Bodies leak like steel pipes, its real creepy Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason Vorhees Youre borin me with your story, Im a Detroitee Craft took my mind so the craft exploits me Im from the motherfuckin slums where the cops dont come Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run You aint shit without no gun In the ghetto, ghetto Im from the motherfuckin slums where the cops dont come Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run You aint shit without no gun In the ghetto, ghetto I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison You dont want it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin Our ambitions is some riders, thrivin off poor decisions A blessin nigga still livin, still pimpin, still visions of Sittin in that foreign whip, whippin up cola, take a lick To my tongue, numb from the shit My nuts hung since I was a young one And thats just the slum fuck of it Im pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm My mama cant save me, her gender is wrong On my own in this jungle that niggas call home What? His mama died from a lump in her D cup Police freeze em up for serving these glucks Its like a habitual situation, we stuck The ritual is for niggas to grab they nuts And just soak all this bullshit up, where Im from? Im from the motherfuckin slums where the cops dont come Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run You aint shit without no gun In the ghetto, ghetto Im from the motherfuckin slums where the cops dont come Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run You aint shit without no gun In the ghetto, ghetto Im from real bridge cause, for niggas livin hard Welfare scarers just most chicksll buy them broad Pimpin the government cause government pimpin us Rather see em sufferin than niggas livin up Cause you aint heard? Bird got birds But the nigga got murd cause niggas felt he aint deserve What he was worth, he aint a real nigga from the turf He was birth with money, thats why they left him bloody Im from the streets where most these niggas nutty I adapt to em, Im exactly in tune with em Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from humans Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins Im from the motherfuckin slums where the cops dont come Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run You aint shit without no gun In the ghetto, ghetto Im from the motherfuckin slums where the cops dont come Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run You aint shit without no gun In the ghetto, ghettoEmbed

Bad Meets Evil - Echo Lyrics Dünyanın her yerinde bir yankı var Herkes onun önünde saygıyla eğiliyor ve bütün kızlarla erkekler biliyorlar ki sesi yakalayacaklar En yüksekten en alçağa Yankıyı takip edecekler, yankıyı, yankıyı Ne yaptığımın bir önemi yokmuş gibi görünüyor Sadece onlardan uzaklaşamıyorum.Sesler... Beni çağırışlarını duyabiliyorum, duyabiliyorum, duyabiliyorum Sözlerimle repçileri yiyorum, onları harcıyorum Sen sadece lanet bir zaman kaybısın. Ben süper insanım Dünyam bir rubik küpü gibi kızım çok karmaşık Sen kendini beğeniyorsun, cupids ortaya çıkıyor, zihniyetim mağara adamlığında kaldı gerizekalı kadın Hayatım Truman Show, tek sahip olduğum şey müzik, hey! Aylar önce güneşin altında kızların arkasında koşturmaya son verdim Sikim balon olmuş da uçmuş gibi davranıyorum Spooning yapacağımı düşünüyorsan yine de bir çatal saplasan iyi edersin Oh, kendini bir bok sanıyorsun çünkü sana güzel olduğunu söyledim Son molekülüme kadar şeytanca, saç köküme kadar ve üste deri hücremin çekirdeğinden kemiklerimin soğuğuna bütün damarlarımla ruhumdan ve başımdan ayak tırnağıma... 13 yaşımdan beri, nasıl dikiş yapıp kendi anüsümü dikeceğimi öğrendim. Çünkü taşşaklarımda kıllar çıkmaya başladığından beri hiç bir bok umrumda değil ve bir şey almıyorum Bütün aptal kaltaklara söyledim geri döndüğümde bu orospuyu kontrol altıma alacağım Ve bu anda birkaç pilice benzin döküp yakacağımdan bahsetmiyorum Çünkü bu an dünyayı sikeceğim. Sikimin tamamını içine sokacağım Ancak deliğe henüz başını bile sokmadım. Gidip Nickelı alıp daha genişletmeye çalışacağım Şşşş.. Bunu duydun mu? Sanırım az önce birisi bişey söyledi Orada kimse var mı? Klasik şiirler, kendi şeytanımla savaşıyorum. Bir şişe Patrona ihtiyacım var Klavikula kemiğimi bıçaklayan, beni motive edecek bir şeye ihtiyacım olması kadar kötü Benim matadorluğa eğilimim var Deser Eagleı ilk gördüğümde .44lük ile kontrolümü kaybetmiş ateş ediyordum Senin onlardan bir tane gördüğün an, coco puffs yiyordun ve Robocop izliyordun Ben bir adam değilim, ben bir logoyum, güçlü bir şeyim Damarlarımı temizlemen için Saleene ihtiyacın var Solüsyon olana atıfta bulunmuyorum. Daha çok Mustangden bahsediyorum. Vroooom! Başladığım zamana saygı duy. Merhaba! Yankıya doğru adımlar, yankıya, yankıya... Kalemimin kendine ait aklı var, benim sözlerimi kronometre ile yazıyor Aksi halde 9 dakikalık bir şarkının ortamı beni bayardı Yankı Masseratiyi takip ediyor gibi, benzini içiyor Ben iskeletinden ayrılmış 1000 bedenim İnciline bir bak orada yazacaktır bir adamın fil gibi olduğu Kanatlı, 6 feet derinlikte uyuyan, rezalet öldüren bir kanunsuz gibi uçacağım Şu anda resmen rüyada yaşamama rağmen pervasızız Bayanlar bizi kontrol ediyor, fısıladaşıyorlar: Shady Records. Bebeğim Yankı! Embed

What’s Your Intent? Lyrics pain in the wrist Slaughterhouse like a parade in the pit Boom! Whats your intent? Im analyzing every cut your in to judge your intent I wanna know where you stand, I mean, as far as who you are How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow youre a star? I made a new team that can help me do a little dough Whats your intent? Gimme a hand Baby whats your intent? All of yall, come on, put em up! put em up! Whats your intent? The rapper thats real is the one that stuck to his roots Because they got ahold of him so much they stuck to his boots And the only way to tell if hes really real is wait until hes made a mil And then you ask him if he still, and if hes real then still he will. Embed

Passin’ Out Concussions LyricsAw yeah Lets go My posse Its my posse yeah My posse Its my posse yeah Many occasions and situations are endangered My posse has arisen in collision invitation The outcome is the same it still remains it never changes No surprise we specialise in facial re-arranging Fusion and protrusion using this rant as I curse Plus, damage with advantage well step on you like a smurf Pissing competition with an underdog ambition Given our position pain inflicts in repetition Ridicule arrival and survival of a battle Sequential is essential first intentn to dismantle Copulate and demonstrate a form of repercussion So fasten your mouth fo we start passin out concussions My posse Its my posse, yeah My posse Its my posse My posse Its my posse, yeah My posse Its my posse, yeah Many occasions and situations are endangered My posse has arisen in collision in Vertėjas The outcome is the same as; the remains are never changing No surprise we specialise in facial re-arranging Fusion and protrusion using this rant as I curse Plus, damage with advantage well step on you like a smurf Pissing competition with an underdog ambition Given our position pain inflicts in repetition Ridicule arrival and survival of a battle Sequential is essential first intent to dismantle Copulate and demonstrate a form of repercussion So fasten your mouth fo we start passin out concussions My posse Its my posse, yeah My posse Its my posse, yeah Many occasions and situations are endangered My posse has arisen in collision in Vertėjas The outcome is the same as; the remains are never changing No surprise we specialise in facial re-arranging Fusion and protrusion using this rant as I curse Plus, damage with advantage well step on you like a smurf Pissing competition with an underdog ambition Given our position pain inflicts in repetition Ridicule arrival and survival of a battle Sequential is essential first intent to dismantle Copulate and demonstrate a form of repercussion So fasten your mouth fo we start passin out concussions My posse Its my posse, yeah My posse Its my posse, yeah Nobody can catch the way that I display the rhymes I lace those, they just stand and huddled in dismay and say how the hell did he do that But if I told them how, they still would never be able to get the pattern Its just the wondrous way of one whos working as a new jack Trying to prove that in order to make you move you take the hyper crew and have the hypest rhymer and then you come up with something what?...hype Taking the time to demonstrate the rhymes that I create Its only half the job and Im working a double shift to make it right Cause other things that go along with a job like making sure you have a style thats totally different from the others in the Bassmint Always staying a couple of steps ahead And even though were bred to look the same the difference is our stylesll separate us My posse Its my posse yeah My posse Its my posse yeah Oooh its my posse Oooh its my posse Oooh its my posse Its my poooaaoooaaoooaaoooaaaooaooasssseeee1Embed

’Till I Collapse Lyrics When I’m speaking, Long Beach is breathing You could put your ear to the concrete And hear my heart beating beneath the streets even As my every breath deepens Youre standing on my chest that’s the reason The sidewalk underneath your feet is even To feel them East Side winds breezing The broken stoplights flashing, that’s my pulse beating Ima ghost creeping, and there’s no sleeping No blinking my eyes no I won’t even The city’s alive in the cold season The temperature drops when the thoughts I’m thinking are below freezing I pneumonia the whole region So you thinking of leaving but nothing can You from me I can reach you as soon as I Of the weak while they sleep deep in they dreams then I wake em and makeem a Seed at you and I swallow the deceased because my stomach’s a I eating people and beefing You won’t live in my city, I mean live in my body Cause I am long beach, plus spittings my hobby Super sick skills got me sittin’ on big wheels Nigga clique still the villains willing to mix quills Never switch reels, shits realin to feel Women and children’ll get killed when we ill nigga big deal I’m sending any to sleep when you send me the beef It’s war paint on my face like an Indian chief I’m an identity thief I’m only leaving my enemies teeth A homicide to identify a hideous beast It’s ironic because I hit em with the prettiest piece The way I did em don’t ask me is he deceased? You niggas is meice I’m white tee give me a crease My city’s the beach I’m dumb flow idiot speech Strong arm gimme a piece Long arm plenty of reach Touch you niggas up from Philly to Greece You don’t wanna die do you? Soon as I pull the heat out, bullets’ll drive through you Slugs love to eat out The way they knock your meat out is quite a surprise to you Stay out of a ridaz view is what I would advise to you Cause this is COB until you kill me I’m 44 weeks deep you niggas better feel me FOR REAL G1Embed

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Taj Mahal Lyrics Dial tone Uh, this is Marshall, I call there all the time Um, who is this? Pardon? Frantz, ok, Frantz What I wanna do, actually I wanna get a-eh, eh, its called-I call it The Slim Shady platter, its like, with shrimp, like, around it And inside, its like, um Its like a piece of liver that they give me And they-they put like, salad on the side Wha-wil-- Blergh-hrm-be-lay-la? Shu, shu Schwepp-a-hrm-de-lay-la! Uh, hmph, I needed shrimp, I needed shrimp Around, eh, the plate, what are you talking about Ok? The sh-Ther shrrrimp Goes around the prrrate Ther- Yes, yes, the fuckin- the shrrreerp Okay? Ther shrreerp, goes arrround the sarrrad With ther liver, liver le--erl Chopped Se-lim Shady, Slim Shady liver Okay? Served, a la carrrot on the ass for mama Alright, Im srrrerrry, okay The sh- Hangs up The shrimp, the shrimp, the shrimp-ah, he-he-hello? Ah hrm-de-lay-la, fuck Mama, hrm-lay, whatre you talking about Shu-bitch, mama, shu-bitch, yeah smool, ah, smool puzy I like She in this still, what are you talking about Okay? I fuck mama, hello? Listen to me or no? Excuse meEmbed

Bruno Mars Medley LyricsHer eyes, her eyes Make the stars look like theyre not shining Her hair, her hair Falls perfectly without her trying Shes so beautiful and I tell her everyday I think I wanna marry you His lips, his lips I could kiss them all day if he let me His laugh, his laugh He hates but I think its so sexy Hes so beautiful and I tell him everyday I think I wanna marry you Beautiful girls All over the world I could be chasing, but my time would be wasted They got nothing on you baby Nothing on you baby -y- y eah Id catch a grenade for you Id throw my hand on a blade for ya Id jump in front of a train for ya Youd know Id do anything for ya O-oh, I would go through all of this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain If you walk away-ay-ay Everyday it would rain-ain-ain-ay-ay-ay Ohohohohohoho x3 Today I swear Im not doing anything I just wanna lay in my bed Dont feel like pickin up my phone, so leave a message at the tone Cause today I swear Im not doing anything So what we go out, so what we dont sleep Were just having fun, we dont care who sees So what we go out, thats how its supposed to be Living young, and wild, and free When I see your face, theres not a thing that I would change Cause youre amazing Just the way you are I think I wanna marry you The whole world stops and stares for awhile Cause youre amazing Just the way you are Cause youre amazing Just the way you are3Embed

Wicked Shit Freestyle LyricsEminem: ... grab the mic and I am kickin em While Im getting wicked with the wicked shit About to be kicking it with ridiculous skits When I be flipping em Taking mics and ripping them When I come equipped to grab And I stab shit I stab motherfuckers bad They go back to the lab Its like a crack to the crab Or crack to the crack It doesnt matter, cause Im kicking mad data It doesnt matter whos fatter Cause if I had a gun, then I would add a whole to your bladder Kicking the mad fuckin shit and I ? Motherfuckers are scared of In all kind of ways when I rewind blind ...Embed

Scary Movies Lyrics Yall want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hitting, directing and starring in it The one man on the planet thatll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstanding Any man planning to battle will get snatched outta his clothes So fast itll look like an invisible man standing Im headed for Hell, Id rather be dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale Cause any MC that chooses to go against me Is getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking outta my pant leg Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain You should be anywhere that a mic aint You rap knowing you wack, you act up and Im throwing you Down a flight of steps then Im throwing you back up them If they dont like the track, fuck them, the rap struck em harder Than getting hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on And any half-assed known rapper to trespass Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly Im sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie Im free-falling feet first out of a damn tree To stampede your chest til you cant breathe And when Im down to my last breath, Imma climb the Empire State Building And get to the last step and still have half left Bad, the Bad The Evil Put em together Two times, Slim Shady, Royce da 59Embed

Life As An Outlaw LyricsDr. Dre: All you see is the sun, reflecting off of the gun Ready for the showdown, to go down, at one Sweat on my brow, lets settle it now Ima show you how real cowboys get down Polish the gold, waiting for this drama to unfold I got a blunt rolled Feelin bold, gangstas blood runs cold Its time to reload this old 45 colt The winds gusty, its hot muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots to make sure Im not rusty Its passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon All of a sudden I can hear the sounds of hooves Sound like a thousand wolves I cock back, with the toast in the holster and frooze I pose as a poster, hes closer than close I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fights dirty But Ima put thirty inside and leave early Just when I went to fill him with hot lead I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said Eminem: You never met me, youll probably never see me again But I know you, the name is Slim You want revenge then dont shoot Im in the same boots as you Im telling the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you Chorus: Ride like a cowboy toward the sun Life aint fun, when your on the run Got your gold and you got your gun Life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride till there aint no place to hide Its sad cause the bad guys always die Dr. Dre: He was shady, could see it by the look on his face He said take ten paces, shit, I took eight Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain The shit went bang but it only fired a blank, he said {Eminem: You need bullets, hurry up run} I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs He pulled two at the same time and stood stunned {Eminem: Go ahead shoot me, but Im not the one you want} I figured he was telling the truth, thats why I didnt shoot So what we gonna do, its on you Eminem: Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group {Dre: the Chronic} Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two And plus I know whos got it Some old dude, hes got 26 plaques and he already sold two Dr. Dre: Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle Hid two pieces of gold inside of my satchel We rode two miles until we hit the spot An old ghost town that everybody forgot A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot Slim grabbed the shotgun Eminem: Dre heres the plot This is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless Hes going around saying he took the game from us {Dre: Lets shoot him in the kneecaps, hell never see it coming} He aint got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach Hes got mechanical legs, he spins webs Plus hes well respected by the hip-hop heads Our mission, is to get him to stop laying eggs And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps Dr. Dre: I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers Kicked the swinging doors in, and started gun slinging I could hear somebody singing It sounded like a G Thang, and a verse from Keep Their Heads Ringing I said its Dres Day and started to spray Its 1800, he pulls an AK Hollow tips started flying every which way Eminem: Thats when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gage I fired the first shot, spun his body around He hit the ground and landed upside down Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold I grabbed two girlies and a blunt thats rolled Chorus: Ride like a cowboy toward the sun When life aint fun, when your on the run Got your gold and you got your gun Life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your ride You ride till there aint no place to hide Its sad cause the bad guys always die Ride like a cowboy toward the sun When life aint fun, when your on the run Got your gold and you got your gun Life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride till there aint no place to hide Its sad cause the bad guys always dieEmbed

Pass Me a Lighter Lyrics I got to be bout the meanest ever You defeat me never I was born dead! Fat nigga with horns in his head Calls himself the east side King! He breathes lightning! You can see electrical currents when hes rhyming Skin made of Teflon, he dont need no vest on He proceeds to get blown, when he bleeds the shits chrome! He aint a human being. Wait till you see him Hes a true demon He uses trees To defecate on loose-leaf A ghetto legend came out the womb at 11 With the face of a felon, but a face like a meteor hit him A Detroit icon! With a stomach made of pistols, eye of tiger, heart of lion The ghetto messiah! Its on forever 1877, more calm then ya! Never knew the east side, he would have to run Calm like a thief in the night with a mask and a gun Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me So I can get high and start spittin the fire Let these niggas know why they call you siah Lyrics comin with the strength of ten men Not even with titanium bones, Ill end them Im stopping his men, now hes breathin slowly I hope he dont pee On himself when Im rhymin his legs and break one knee A verbal arsonist, my verse it too hot to spit Burning off all your skin, murder your ligaments Why do they call me King? I aint self proclaimed These eyes saw a whole lot of niggas die cause they felt the flame Think Im talkin just to hear my motherfucking self talk? I am to the east side what Biggie was to New York Hope Im lyrically uplifting ya when Im dropping this Stay humble, never arrogant. Just confident I just want Detroit to love me, oh I cry for you I looked out yelling your name, ready to die for you I just want to puff a blunt, oh just for you Oh Detroit, I love you so Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me. So I can get high and start spittin the fire. Let these niggas know why they call you siah I got the scripture of a king, paint the perfect picture A worthless nigga Peseants, bow down to my presence With these two braids sticking up In case you were wondering Why in the fuck Does he have the two braids sticking up? Drinkin gin outta a a tenth-century English cup Fuck shootin - tou cross me, your heads bein cut My cape is from an African lion eye, from a sacred African tribe Theyll prasie me after I die! Forty eight frames made from an elephants tusk Motor gauges on like the president or something Old people lookin like, I know he said something But go and let him do his thing Hes the east sides king Please dont try to do it people, boy this guys out of it Please dont try to do it people, oh this guys out of it! Well, dont try to interview him, oh this guys out of it! Only thing hes gonna scream is Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me So I can get high and start spittin the fire Let these niggas know why they call you siahEmbed

Scott Storch Talks Eminem with HipHopDX Lyrics As a producer who has worked with Detroit wordsmith Eminem early on his career, Scott Storch was asked to share his earliest memories of the rapper during a recent interview with Mikey T The Movie Star Storch says he was introduced to Eminem through Dr. Dre who doted on Em’s lyrical skills. The New York beatsmith also revealed that he was surprised to find that Eminem was “another white dude upon meeting the rapper “I remember I was working with Dr. Dre,” Storch said. “And he was telling me about Marshall. I mean, I had heard about him from his Rawkus days. But he was telling me ‘Oh, I got this dude Eminem. He’s ridiculous. He’s like the best rapper I swear to God in the world. Blah blah blah blah blah.’ And he came in and I wasn’t expecting like for another white dude to be walking in the room. I thought I was the only white dude. And then I didn’t know he was speaking up this guy that’s this most amazing rapper is coming in.” Storch went on to comment on Eminem’s creativity and energy in the studio, qualities he says he sees in Chris Webby, an artist he’s currently working with “I remember that day we were fixing up a record of his and we did that ‘Just The Two Of Us’ that day,” he said. “And I don’t know—I was blown away then. He was something completely different. He reminds me of—like his energy and just all his creativity—like the greatest. And I saw something the other night in this dude I’m working with, Chris Webby. And it kinda reminded me a little bit of that type of vibe. Really into the craft and excited about the records…I remember being in the studio at some point. I forget what album it was with Em. And Em was going so crazy. He was so passionate about just adding like all the little sound effects to the songs. Like a glass breaking or anything, a car screeching. The sounds. Like all that stuff and just being so meticulous with it and making it real.” In addition to working with Eminem, Storch also reportedly worked with Dr. Dre on his much-delayed album, Detox. Nearly four years ago the producer revealed that Dre’s album was only three tracks away from completion during an interview with DJ Skee Following his return to music last year, Scott Storch has worked with the likes of Fat Joe, Pusha T, DJ Khaled, and a handful of other artists12Embed

Brain Damage Lyrics These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts Nurse, were losin him, check the pulse A kid who refused to respect adults Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose A corny-lookin white boy, scrawny and always ornery Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me And I might snap, one day just like that I decided to strike back, and flatten every tire on the bike rack My first day in Junior High, this kid said Its you and I, three oclock sharp, this afternoon you die I looked at my watch, it was 1:20 I already gave you my lunch money What more do you want from me? He said, Dont try to run from me, youll just make it worse My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Somethin told me, Try to fake a stomach ache, it works I screamed, Ow, my appendix feel like they could burst Teacher, teacher, quick, I need a naked nurse Whats the matter? I dont know, my leg, it hurts Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over And just for that stunt, youre gonna get some extra homework But dont you wanna give me after school detention? Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and Ima let him Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go, they keep playin my song Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go, they keep playin my songEmbed

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 Excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? Hi kids, do you like violence? Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? Try cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? My brains dead weight Im trying to get my head straight But I cant figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate And Dr. Dre said Slim Shady, you a basehead! Uh-uhhh! So whys your face red? Man, you wasted! Well, since age twelve I felt like Im someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lees tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast Come here, slut Shady wait a minute, thats my girl, dog! I dont give a fuck God sent me to piss the world offEmbed

I Don’t Care Lyrics Uhn! Its Charles Hamilton Feel free to make your comparisons now Im in the D.. With E... D.E.M.E.... Thats how you spell the first 4 letters of Demevolist Think about it... For those that thought they knew me.. Say hello to the one who you thought was the new me Success would be thought of awesome usually But when I talk to dudes they all confuse me Thinking to themselves .... This nigga changed Copped his chick a chain Popped up in the game Now this niggas strange! To be honest? Im the same Modest in my brain Cocky to ya lames Its just my aura, got me playing origami More punany Dr. Evil when I drop the lethal Spit lots of ether, kid Not repeating sh1t! And if I do its cause you didnt get the point So Em twist a joint Watch how these niggas point The ghost of Pac, watch the Bishop anoint.. The state pen Behind bars... Amen! They keep telling me the hood dont miss me and every lil nigga in the hood wanna diss me And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care... These hoes used to act all prissy, diss me, now they all kissy kissy And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care.... I got class so you cant dismiss me and all you can do is just sit and be pissy! And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont caarrre, I dont careeee!!! Its wack how muhfuckas know my background Try and rule me then I sit they ass back down! YouTube me. Im spitting crack, thats how You know who flew me to rip this track. Mad now? Im Mad Cow, beef with me and youre sick! Act foul, you get ignored, I aint seeing you pricks! Gohead, get mad. Thats a reason to be pissed! I been dreaming of this shit Steaming on a piff Sleeping on a bitch Finding any excuse to be in niggas cribs Settle for stomach aches when I need to take a shit Pleading with my bitch Bleeding from my lips Believe with every kiss.. That she would make a difference like she was different But she was just one of them bitches Which is reason for me leaving this instant... Who would of thought that a tree could end us? ... And that very same tree makes me try The reason Im alive is the reason I died Cause this is heaven, Im happy as hell! So do like me in high school and start stabbing yaself CAUSE Im ON! They keep telling me the hood dont miss me and every lil nigga in the hood wanna diss me And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care... These hoes used to act all prissy, diss me, now they all kissy kissy And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care.... I got class so you cant dismiss me and all you can do is just sit and be pissy! And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont caarrre, I dont careeee!!! Piano Interlude They keep telling me the hood dont miss me and every lil nigga in the hood wanna diss me And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care... These hoes used to act all prissy, diss me, now they all kissy kissy And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care.... I got class so you cant dismiss me and all you can do is just sit and be pissy! And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont caarrre, I dont careeee!!! Beat makes a strange turn, almost FRIGHTENING! They keep telling me the hood dont miss me and every lil nigga in the hood wanna diss me And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care... These hoes used to act all prissy, diss me, now they all kissy kissy And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care.... I got class so you cant dismiss me and all you can do is just sit and be pissy! And I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care, I dont caarrre, I dont careeee!!!Embed

Verse 2 Lyrics Met a retarded kid named Greg, with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the forty Mixed it with Alka-Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab, I strapped the whole sheet to my forehead Waited until it absorbed in, and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion Im blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers, we blowin up your house, killing your parents And coming back to get your foster mommas And Im as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats Im doin drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets Im more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strappin more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Comin together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure! Motherfucker!Embed

Teachin’ You a Lesson Lyrics Ooh, thats funky, thats funky Ooh, thats funky, thats funky Like nine cans of shaving powder, thats funky I am not a teacher, but Im teachin you a lesson Put this in a class cause this aint part of my profession Now this is called a gun, and a coffin means death Which is exactly where youll be If you do not step Now I am called an emcee And you are called a sucka Im somewhat of a genius, you a stupid motherfucker Gave you somethin to dance to, but now Im gettin serious You wish you hadnt stuck around, cause I aint gonna fuck around Takin you out, MC or not Step in my way, thats when you get dropped For MCs Ill use a mic, for punks Ill use a gun BANG! Now thats for thinkin you could get some Like nine cans of shaving powder, thats funky1Embed

As The Doom Surrounds With Gloom Lyrics Its been so long since you heard a song From the Bassmint Productions but you cant go on A sucker in tune, to make you go fly a balloon Up in the sky like a kite, and end soon And see, that Im a good sucka MC No ones better than me at foolin The crowd that Im rulin Cause you know that Im co-schooling Yo Mike man, check this out dawg, I got M&M over here destined to ascend some dumb fuckin stupid backstabbing two-timing... Sike, they know that, but you know they- they aint here yet so why dont we fuck around and give something to laugh at when they get here, if they get here if they dont, fuck it Ill take the tape myself Gimme a beat that goes... humming Could you hook me up with something like that? Aw, shit! Thats almost exactly what I was talking about man! Damn! Mike, the super beat finder As I look in my room, the doom surrounds me in gloom And Im soon to see a big balloon flying over, like the movie IT Im wondering What the fuck is this shit? I dont know, but this shit looks scary It aint the fuckin goddamn tooth fairy Its something fucking ugly, yo, this shit is nasty, G So what I did is go up in my room and sit down And I wrote down a line, with a sound that sounded sorta like this Then the tooth fairy bitch came again, riding on a broom I said Damn, you got a big warty nose, you fucking baboon What the fuck are you doing here? She said Im close spreading that fear cuz you know I can Im on a broom and I aint a man But I rock the plan The plan to take over the whole fuckin world And burn all the little boys and girls and children Yo, Im fulfillin your deepest nightmare cuz Im willin, to grab the mic and rock like a fuckin witch bitch So here I go Yo, this is the witch and your doom is soon to find Yourself lying in your fuckin room With a big knife between your two fuckin eyes Because you know that its time for you to eat french fries Unless youre gonna die With the bat wings attached to your fat things That you have between your nuts So lick it up honey, cuz you know thats my butt I was sittin in my house, cold writin some beats When I got hit in the head with a big pair of cleats I turned around and said What the fuck is goin on? Next thing I knew the shit threw me on my front lawn I jumped up and I was laying in the snow Then I looked up, and it came crashing out my window I couldnt figure out what the hell it was But it was flying so high it gave me a buzz I said Damn, and then they came swinging down From a big tree and it had a mean frown It had a mean grin on its chin and I began To ran down the street because I was in fear Of this thing that was comin after me And all I could hear was a goddamn catastrophe The sound of it, just made me cry I said Oh my god, wheres my mom, I think Im gonna die I said Shit then I continued running Down the block, I turned around and the shit was still comin Then I tripped and fell in a pile of dog shit I say Goddamn, I think Ive just been hit by something But I still couldnt figure out what the hell it was Then it turned around and grabbed my nuts I said What the fuck is going on? Then it threw me out again and I ended up on my front lawn I turned around and heard the sound of nothing Cause nothing was there, I said Shit, it must be bluffing I didnt see anything but I felt a smack It hit me in my head and I landed on my back But I still didnt see anything I was looking around and there still was nothing I said Damn, I gotta get in my house And then I asked Charlie, Charlies my mouse I said Charlie, what the hell should I do? He said Grab a wig, and put it on and then take a poo In your house, go take a shit in your toilet Thats the only thing that will foil it Its plan, to overrule the kingdom I said I gotta bring some Big turds, when I land them in the toilet So James take the mic And talk about what happened that mysterious night A mysterious night, I was walking down the street With a broom in my hand, ready to beat A sucka MC, who gon step up to me? Lookin real funny, thinkin that hes ugly Youre goddamn fuckin right You fuckin ugly ass bastard, tryna rock all night With those rhymes, that sound old as shit particles You know that was the old article From an old newspaper An old sucker in But this is the new one and Im gonna have some fun But wait, here comes a bitch yellin rape Shes staring at me Oh fuck, shit, Im outta luck I got hit by a brick from a man whos running down the street I said Fuck this shit, Im getting outta here Before I lose my fucking brick That I just got stuck in my head Its hanging out and Im almost dead But I got a piece of skull laying on the ground So I pick up the shit and looked at my bones and frowned I said Damn Who the fuck would do this to another human being? Must not be a man but a machine And I turned around, it was a fucking computer Staring me in the head and I had to take a What the fuck am I saying? I didnt know cuz half my brain was laying On the sidewalk, I looked and sighed sharp I picked up a big piece of chalk and fucked it Because I dont have no more brain left The shit Im saying is brain dead cuz you know that I have half a brain, and I just might cry But I aint got no more tears for this shit I pulled the brick out my head and then I flicked it at the bitch And I said Die, computer, die! And he screamed with a sigh Then I said Yo, you fuckin computer Youre giving me an electrical shock I only got half a brain left, so what the fuck do you want me to do with it? Go get a sock? So I put it over my dick? He said What the fuck are you talking about? Put in a number, shit So I taked it out on his computer screen And he fucked me up with a goddamn big step and gangsta lean I said Yo, this shit aint funny no more The beats going off the The beats skipping, and the only thing left to say... is... Put the beat back on the track so I can Bust a funky rhyme again Well the next thing I... No... no... no... noEmbed

Girls Lyrics Hey yo dawg I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that I need to get off cause, if I dont Ima fuckin explode, or somethin Now look - this is a story about Some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this.. Its so easy for me to make enemies any more its sickenin People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shitlist Stickin their noses in shit that isnt none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now Im in the position that, I dont wanna be in - shit I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches But now thе shit is broke and you cant do nothin to fix it So Im tellin you right now - mothefuckеr Limp Bizkit Now Ima be real, B-Real was real He aint say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin; See he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral Ida never involved my crew if it wasnt for Pupils Peoples, whatever your backpackin cypherin name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you say in it Ida never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies Hit the studio and Ill admit, I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I aint mad at you any But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked Ida never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look whos mentionin me That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong? Whats wrong? You scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you They dont hate you They just think youre corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back Thats a sissy act, and dont call me kissin my ass Cause I swear to God this aint just a song Im tryin to pre-warn you Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg Im swingin on you! Motherfuckers must think cause Im in trouble with the law That I wont draw up my sentence and double it tomorrow Yall some - girrrrls Why do you act this way? Why do yall act like fuckin sissies you pussies Keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all know How fuckin cowards rollll In-fuckin Bentleys and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and walk around Now I dont ask nobody to share my beliefs, or be involved in my beefs Im a man, I can stand on my feet So if you dont wanna be in em all I ask Is that you dont open your mouth with an opinion And I wont put you in em Cause I dont ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs Im a man, I can stand on my feet So if you dont wanna be in em all I ask Is that you dont open your mouth with an opinion And I wont put you in em Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on But if I help you sell one record And I see you at a show, Ill strip you naked See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs thatll die for me like Ill die for them Ill fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of em been with me through this fucked up life that Im in That goes for all of my dogs, from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Mel-Man, til Im hoist away In my coffin Ill never soften no matter how often Im tested Ill never give a fuck, I wont never be interested Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated The shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil But I will never be this gullible ever again no Next time Ill know when someones copyin off me Im not bein cocky, I just know when somebodys mockin me I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger I say Fuck Christina he says Fuck Christina but meaner So from doin a song with Method to beggin to get accepted Im peggin Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal, dont forget what I said Im fuckin you up punk, youre dead! Dont think that Im playin And fuck BIZKIT! Cause I know youre sayin fuck D-12 Only not to our face, under your breath, to yourselves You little - girrrrls Why do you act this way? Why do yall act like fuckin sissies you pussies Keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all know How fuckin cowards rollll In-fuckin Bentleys and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and walk around Now I dont ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs Im a man, I can stand on my feet So if you dont wanna be in em all I ask Is that you dont open your mouth with an opinion And I wont put you in em Cause I dont ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs Im a man, I can stand on my feet So if you dont wanna be in em all I ask Is that you dont open your mouth with an opinion And I wont put you in it And thats it, thats all there is to it dawg If you didnt wanna do the fuckin song Dont say youre down with doin the fuckin song And then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin MTV talkin about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If youre scared of Whitey Ford dog Just say youre scared of Whitey Ford, thats it Thats all you had to fuckin say, I wouldnta said shit I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin song myself And not put you motherfuckers in it, thats all Now I aint even on no rap shit no more Im on some fuckin-you-up shit when I see you And I will see you too; oh, and by the way Fred That wasnt an accident I didnt mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Haha..Embed

Writer’s Block Lyrics Yeah, yeah I dont know what else to say I cant, I cant think of nothin Im stumped Here we go On your feet Stand up Everybody hands up Uh, man, I dunno, man Every time I go to think of something played out to say You already said it I aint calling names cause all of yall the same, plus Im the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughters came up Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent Because of my relationship with Marshall Used to make me a little partial, but heres the brain fuck We the same cause, Im probably bout to fall out with a young buck While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye Maybe my Glock can turn your top to babys Maybach My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga Its ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get The more disgusting and fuckin disfigured it gets Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Yall about the champagne, Im about the toast I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca Niggas thatll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when hes thinkin While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen Im back, mutherfucker, notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL Im back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers How yall realer, If I said it, I did it If I didnt, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa The decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin your piece up Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher Wait til they get a load of me cause Ive got Guccis on my feet Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick But yall already said that Choppers in the trunk Models in the front Bottles in the club But I dont give a fuck But yall already said that Cause sometimes I feel like its so hard For me to come up with shit and just say Im at a loss for words cause yall already said it all I think Im runnin out of cliches Im gettin writers block Psyche! When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it Sittin on the same boat that Noah built Floatin on the same water Moses split Poetry in motion, but we sittin on your grave site, overkill Arent you tired, why are you so loud, quiet Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude thatd try to sue a dude thats suicidal You will just be another victim I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, Im a little twisted I roll like the end credits in movies, yall just got scripted Got yall niggas bitches bobbin to this one when she witcha When she wit me, she bobbin, not vibin Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper Im a separate with a purpose, havin problems Not a problem Ive encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin for the circus At the fire round the circles right in front of them, fire rounds Pun intended, gun extended, what are you marks askin Cars Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it Since I decided to start Class diss All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin marked absent I authorize my own all-access Your bitch a whore, Im a catch, she ball-catchin Her jaws been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan Her pussy need to be blocked and reported as spam Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin inside of envelopes And they tryna mail em to me, tryna reach my phone I dont know which one is harder Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own I got Guccis on my feet Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick But yall already said that Choppers in the trunk Models in the front Bottles in the club But I dont give a fuck But yall already said that Cause sometimes I feel like its so hard For me to come up with shit and just say Im at a loss for words cause yall already said it all I think Im runnin out of cliches Im gettin writers block Psyche! Man, get the bozac We need to start bringin that shit back Man, fuck it, Im bout to catch some wreck Mad props to Royce for keepin it real On the strength, no diggity Im bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on Haters get the gas-face 1Embed

Any Man / Closer Lyrics Im mentally retarded - Slim Shady I think thats my name - hi, bye Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place, blowed, and sprayed Puffy with mace I laced the weed with insect repellant Better check the smellin Eminem starts with E, better check the spellin With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple I got an aspirin capsule trapped in 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 six 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 you 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 that gibberish you was spittin, you need to kill it ‘Cause your style is like dying in my sleep; I dont feel it ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin crazy – hello, hi! All of use - hi, bye Fuckin crazy Word up ,yo, yo, yo A little bit of thugs is all it takes to make this industry just great A little bit of thugs is all it takes to make this industry great Reflection, reflection Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route More bitches to doubt more money to count Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount Keep piling, still gettin calls from the island Still do the things I did when I was wildin Tryin to go from penny loafers to mink sofas Spend a week with dime bitches thats freaks Bodies so big I call it antiques Ass cheeks scream loud like Wanna be under the seats in our streets Last year around the time this year If I would of got locked, yo I wouldnt even care But now I got this rap thing No more hustlin at age ten my team played to win We Sonny Carson nobody understanding Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle And once you get muscle nobody trust you Tryin to be like Goldy in the Shaft days These lasts days comin up Yo these little niggas comin up Keep their guns up ready to buck Not thinkin Black on black crime yo its swine youre both stinkin Pretty Ake, to Mobb Deep Yo its Papi, officially arab nazi 2-5-2 regulate this tooEmbed

Nicole Lyrics Hi how you doing? Um, who is this? Yo this Marshall, how you doing? Yeah I actually would, I would like to set up an appointment to get my dick rubbed Yeah... You know what I mean? Im just like... Yo, Im kinda mellow You know what I mean? My personality, Im like real laid back You know what I mean? Uh, I wanna come in person Alright... Okay, well first of all bitch, you offended me by saying I, I should be a man about it pager beeps ’Cause, yo Im really, Im really confident in my sexuality Right, right, but Im saying, what-whats you saying Right I aint trying to get off over the phone Im trying to set up an appointment like a man I dont know, if we could do it, like, at 2 oclock or something like that, you know what I mean? Alright, alright bitch Imma call you in a minute, you know what I mean? Alright bitchEmbed

Drop It Like It’s Hot Freestyle LyricsWhat I wanna do, let me see right here, yo Not many people that I label Would be able to display table Manners but my plan this To make this beat rock like scanners And make the fans just go bananas Yo, get our Planters That means our nuts for the sluts who dont understand this Yo, my clan is Yeah right, and yall gon stand there And act like you dont understand it Like my name is Janet, my titty fell out and I aint plan it Check, check this out And if youre rockin with your necklace out Thats my breakfast now Imma snatch it, yo my style is rechid, you cant fetch it No you cant stretch it And yo, it doesnt really matter Cause your name I cant even pronunciate Youre the sa-same type-a mofucker To go and suckerpunch Dre at the Vibe Awards But he right behind the boards the next day So, kiss an ass Or kiss a dick, lick a dick Eat my ass Whatever you wan do, its on you Big Proof comin through..1Embed

Jealousy Woes Lyrics Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy I would like to dedicate this song in memory of all you jealous-ass-non-supporting-non-believers-but-once-we-blow-the-fuck-up-you-was-right-there-every-step-of-the-way-motherfuckers. Rest in peace, each and every one of you. Ha Im about to piss a lot of jealous people off Tell us Id rather sleep it off snoring Cause you can hate it like , just pretend you love it Tell the truth I really dont give a fuck for your opinion of it I still platinum status, never had to want the bring the baddest Rapper at us, watch splat his apparatus Mom and dad is an example of what someone whos Fuck, that took a lot out of me, but when youre bouting me It makes me proud to be the man you wish I show you how to be And you could drive a car for Mars stars group come as far as ours Remember little old whimpy, pockets always empty Me, you always dreamt hed be on MTV Well, I remember all of those little hoes That acted snotty, now Im back to blow my nose on your clothes Cause I feel like I got some shit to prove to non-believers So when I finally make you realize that hes movin on to leave us In his word wont give where hes headed to be a better While I look back watching everyone regretted who said it? Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy No, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe jealousy, jealousy No, jealousy He aint think I had balls So when I showed him felt on my scrotum sack And made his mother hold em I only show my skill when Im so fit to care to sauce it up So if you made a profit off it, then cough it up coughs Youll have to bleed to death before you show me a flow Cause The Roots, I need to grow me a fro I get funky on a track, Ive had a monkey on my back Since Manix me on the track, Im worse than a junkie on the crack Its almost like every record I make has got it second it takes to write it And I aint graduate, when I was seventeen So Ill be the biggest loser with a million bucks youve ever seen And these locos are smokin frog Im figurin since the devil took a poke at the joker then so can I Now I see why the both of you bombed, cause you was sleepin in gutters While these sons buy crack for his mom woman gasps And he dont gotta tell us hes jealous Cause I can smell his jealousy, cause he wont sell as well as we And I know, and we know, and they know To lay low and stay low, and stay locd and stay broke, so say woe Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy No, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe jealousy, jealousy No, jealousy I sold my songs for my bitches That said Id never buy a ring for no fling They got offended by the lyrics, not a single thing So if you feel like layin down, you knowin right who to call But when the light goes through the shades, you goin right through the wall Rubiks Cube, cubix, squares Ill fuck any girl with two big boobs and pubic hairs And ever since the day Soul Intent came strollin in You can bet youre goin down like bowlin pins And tribal rivals get eyefuls on arrival Stab em with knives, and die from the bullets from rifles And if the jealous hoes come back again I just grab a pen and stab em in the abdomen And while youre poutin about, Ima be out and about Tryna sprout in a drought, Ill give Proof a shout and Im out And if I dont get Detroit to Like Im about it, quiet bout it, cause without Ima die without it Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy No, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe, jealousy, jealousy Woe jealousy, jealousy No, jealousy This is going out to my entire Straitjacket Family. Champtown, Mc Ill. Brandon, the man who run this . Manix, DJ Butter Fingers, Shortcut and Blind Mellow Jelly. We all know jealousy, right fellas? And also cant forget my man Proof, Eye-Ku, ClockWork and White Shadow. And we out!Embed

Man With Van Lyrics Dial tone Hello Yes, this is Ken, Im calling about your ad in the paper Two strong men, with a van Is it you? Like You and, like, a friend or something Oh, ok What is your name? Yeah Oh, Tom, ok, um, how big is the van? Is it big enough to fit a bed in? All I need is just one bed and two men Um, how much an hour 90 dollars? Ok Cause I just wanna, like, run in around Just for like, maybe two hours Its all itll take Can I do it tomorrow? Um, maybe Ill just give you my address, and then And then you two strong men come Okay Once I get the van, itll be easy Yes 1-5-8 4-3, Novara Yes P.O. Box, M.E.N. No, P.O. Box M.E.N Yes, okay? And what I want is two strong men And a van, men in the van Embed

Fuck You Lyrics Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off, beat him over the fucking head with a peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40 mixed up with alka seltzer and formula 4D Fuck a acid tab, I strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait till it absorbed in then I fell to the floor dead No more saying, case closed end of discussion Im blowing up like spontaneous human combustion Leavin you in the aftermath of Holocaust and traumas Across the the bombers, we blowin up your house Killing your parents, and coming back to get for mamas And Im as good as keeping a promise as Nostradamus I aint making no more threats. Im doing drive bys in tinted corvettes on Vietnam war vets Im more or less sick in the head. Maybe more Cause I smoked cracked today, yesterday, and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore. Verbal cow manure Comin together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure! Im the illest rapper to hold a cordless. Patrolling Corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth for a roll of quarters Im meaner in action than Roscoe Beating James Senior, smacking his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in a wild hood, was a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood that I use as an excuse And aint shit change, I kept the same mind state since the 3rd time I failed 9th grade You prolly 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, cause I fall down a cement flight of steps and land inside a bed of spider webs Throw cautions in the wind, you and a friend can jump off a bridge and if you live do it again Shit why not! Blow your brain out. Im blowing mine out Fuck it, You only live once, you might as well die now! I squat like a blunts tips, something cavi Making green like Mitch. Gift rap vocals dispatch With every attempt I had this game shook up When Dre cook up. Every thug look up Chronic got me on chill. Eyes bloodshot heavy built Lay a nigga out like quil. Clear the guilt! I rock Corollas from low riders to henny toasters Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas Kosher Accept no invitations. Dre losing his stack Slimmest chances, of Michael Jackson getting his black fans back. My reputation is like a tech nine, and I got the best in the circle Three minutes wreck time. See the hand faster than the eye can chase it Dre, b-real, soul assassins got potential buttons activated No illusion I have you caught up in a rapture Executive decisions, from the mother fucking puppet masterEmbed

The Half-Time Show Freestyle Lyrics The one man on the planet thatll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstanding Any man planning to battle will get snatched out of his clothes So fast itll look like an invisible man standing Im headed for hell, Id rather be dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this and you better inhale Cause any emcee that chooses to go against me Is getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten-speed Screaming at Aunt Peg With three spokes sticking out of my pant leg Eff a headache, give me a migraine, damn it, I like pain And you should be anywhere that a mic aint You rap knowing you wack You act up and Im throwing you down a flight of steps Then Im throwing you back up em If they dont like the track, fuck em The rap struck em harder than getting hit by a Mack truck And then backed up on And any half-assed known rapper that trespass Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly Im sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie Im free-falling feet first out of a damn tree To stampede your chest til you cant breathe And when Im down to my last breath Im a climb the Empire State Building Get to the last step and still have half left Pompous, roll with monsters and dons for accomplices Cock non-fiction concepts constant Bomb threat and I aint even on yet On spec, I spit thunder and you aint even seen the storm yet Lightning in the clouds, start a fight in the crowd Hyper and loud, get this mic in your bowels, biting my style Attack all of yall, react on the thought of yall Slaughter yall, Im calling yall, in fact, Im blackballing yall More official than an ordered pistol aimed toward rappers Blame fame for it, shrapnel bits tore the tissue Burying the under the gravel Saw off the pump handle and barrel for carrying convenience My odyssey carries the , compare me to Phoenix Solid and hard and light up a star, I got to be Venus Huddle and bomb back, take cover and all that And try to not die, you not rugged enough You just shook as soon as I step foot in this rap game Im a bubble on contact like peroxide, Im touching a cut You stuck in my raps, Yall sucking my ass, boosting my confidence a buck and a half I know the game, Im a train trapped inside a name And whoever they taught me, yo, we ride the same I shoot crews with the truth and chew lies of change Speeding on a dragon in an attempt to collide with fame This 9 is lifting you six feet when I spray rounds Hit you with six 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 this whip And leave it unattended fore I whip out this gun and end it Unless you want it dented with bullet holes in one minute Cause I can leave your Infinit 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 slapped and grabbed by the hair and dragged Like cavewomen while Im gravedigging with Marilyn Mans You get laced by the gun in case you try to run Hatred on my face by the ton, get baked by the sun Constructed of interplanetary rock and metal Topping levels of combustion thats hot enough to stop the devil Innovative thrust that a enemy The impactll be the generated destructive energy to flatten trees Black boy since birth, burst and tore the womb up To hit the earth like a asteroid and blow the moon up Trust me, Im the epitome, you better bust me Anybody can say, Eff , and he gon touch me Smoking organic ganja inside of a stanza Me and my man cypher with cans of volcanic lava Man, and its hot, Im out of my head From the bottom I can leap out a bottomless pit and land at the top Raw, thats what I came out here for To raise an eclipse and occasional trips to the beer store Switch up the breed of emcee and stick a chick up Vigorous speed to reach in the sea and pick a fish up Im fly against all laws of gravitation I done crushed all yall, now you want a collaboration But eff that, you stepped up, so Im a eff your rep up And tear the rest up with every joint that I press up So stop violence or violencell stop you Got crews iller than anybody on your block do I roll with a white boy that pop shrooms Listen to rock tunes and jump in a costume and rob you What a wonderful day, I should go outside and play Aint no need to sit inside the house and hibernate Hi, Renée, I was just about to toss a live grenade In your driveway and drive away Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS? Blood dripping from it Ripping your stomach up from the waist up You talk a lot of ish, but you was never ill though Im sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow Tipped over some cows just for a joke and a laugh Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half Waging wars, went on stage and sprayed Cage with Agent Orange And wiped my ass with his page in Source Demon is here, Im steaming this year I rip Mystikals voice box out and scream in his ear Its not a gimmick, trick, its an image, I live it Give a what? I dont know what a what is to give it I grab your throat and squeeze it until its swollen Then exceed it until it explodes over your shoulders Pick up your urn with ashes in it and piss in it Diss intended to verge like a hearse with a witch in it No more do I battle emcees for fun Now its guns and niggas should run from the Its barely vivid you witness rare exhibits of terrorism Through Israel and the art when even theyre dark and dismal Im a deranged breed, shoot me Ill catch a bullet in my teeth And spit it right back at you at the same speed Ill injure if Im offending you, we can go to blows Even my interview should be a Hip-Hop Quotable You can have the title, thats for brothers thats cocky Ill take the belt with diamonds in it like Ted DiBiase Im rebelling your chains, in fact, you wack Im telling you the plane still spelling your name in your raps Youre soft-hearted, Ill say, Lets take it to the streets Youll start pleading with me before we can get the walk started Im a deranged breed, so dont try to touch this 59, I told you I dont know the chorus Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated It takes six minutes to get applause And by the time you all catch on, Im a end your career And walk away with the floor, so you have nothing to fall back on Ill throw you out of ten floors Pull a freaking headache out of my head and put it in yours Im indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores To go outdoors and do some in-stores This trick wanted to blow me, I said, It ought to happen You swallow nut, girl? No, but I brought a napkin Getting skully while Im autographing Got my daughter laughing Cause I sent her mother white water rafting Im not a fact, Im a proven fear Mr. Rogers blocking my U-Haul Screaming, You aint moving here Lorena Bobbitt, come here, want a souvenir? Ive been high as L since I was a juven-eer Juvenile? Same difference, I need some caine Cause I aint sniffed since I woke up to seven slain infants Brain implants and they say theres a slim chance I wont stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanzEmbed

The Wake Up Show Freestyle Lyrics Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off, and beat him over the head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40 Mix it with Alka-Seltzer and Formula 44D Forget an acid tab, Ill strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in, and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion We blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leavin you in the aftermath of Holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers? We blowin up your housе, killin your parents Comin back to get your foster mamas And Im as good at keepin your promisе as Nostradamus Cause I aint makin no more threats Im doin drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam War Vets Im more or less sick in the head Maybe more, cause I smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Comin together like an eyebrow on Al. B Sure! Its only fair to warn: I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my dang umbilical cord Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a two-by-four board And smash into your Honda Accord with a four door Ford But Im more toward droppin an A Capella To chop a fella to Mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in a cellar, with your skeleton showin Developin anorexia, while Im standin next to ya Eatin a four-course meal, watchin you starve to death With an IV in your vein, feedin you liquid Darvocet Pumpin you full of drugs Pull the plugs on the gun shop victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven to recievin With the asses ripped outta they pants And given a less than a 20% chance of livin Have a possible placement as a hospital patient Storin the dead bodies in Grandmas little basement Dr. Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you, while you scream: Im still alive! Drivin a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pullin your Adams Apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department, Ive hired an arson To set fire to carpet, and burn up your entire apartmentEmbed

Green And Gold Lyrics What would it take to push a man Far enough to put somethin material over a human life? What would drive someone completely over the edge To do some shit like that? The green and gold I done filled my lungs up With so much of this crack smoke My necks bloated, my techs loaded Im flat broke, and Im pissed off Mad at the world Ive had it with girls And Im frustrated, ran to the bus stop Just made it and hopped on Ready to drop bombs on the first person who had a nice suit and a watch on I spot John, a white collar worker In clean cut, walked up to him He was like what? Whatchu mean what? You know what time it is man At your next stop gimme that Rolex watch with that diamond wrist band Got his green and his gold dashed it climbed in his van to steal it and seen A man holdin a nine in his hand Shot him from the bottom up Stole his keys, put em inside the ignition and got em stuck Hopped out to flee on my feet Fucked around, forgot that I left my ID on the seat Your arrival, want survival, but is you fit? Your arrival, want survival, but is you fit? Im rising with the sun Synthesized with the universal Im goin to be a better man and this be my rehearsal For the future, this your game Make a name to get the fame and the dame Forget the same as everybody who came Before its simple and plain You be a mere facsimile Fallen like Gallipoli Thinking yall from Italy But Im the goumba and Im working hard at my craft Great grandpa carried concrete up a shaft What did you laugh? Huh? Yeah you You think its funny raising 14 kids Without no books, without no money Ma got honey, funny thing its that you think youre seeing me A mere reflection in the mirror here I come Im getting nearer Coming even closer can you feel a realer presence in your being? We inside lyrical ride and I advise you now youre seeing A true seer never fear cause Im here in your midst forever Cleverly helping you better see yourself that be my gist Open fisted let my energy flow we good to go Its Able bodied, Mr. Zinn, Vesuveo Survivor Soul Watch em fold hold the gold smoke the green gimme the gravy Give it up dont give a f like Slim Shady Between you and me I can see in yo eyes Wise to the next stay in checkmate Getcha your Green getcha Gold It come between me and you Will lost getcha gold heaven hold getcha green Tween you and me I can see in yo eyes Wise to the next stay in checkmate Getcha your Green getcha Gold It come between me and you Will die sold a soul for green and gold now say goodbye Should I ever live to fulfill this dream Would I ever k for the life of the team? If I ever came between you and the green Whos the fiend? By any necessary means I chase a dream thats deep like space To conquer then escape from this place without a trace But I await to face personal mercenaries Bounty hunters wanna check me for my nickel bags Ill be smoking til my eyes bleed: red Meet me if you can then proceed ahead Reach for what you need now No time to think just move and react Who you gonna call when the wall is at your back? Trying to blitzkrieg me for the sack Fiends better believe me sure as I breathe Their teams be getting touched back Rush me and I cut back the rumor that you only live once Lets put it to the test so we can live like legends Down to hold the line like Selaie Hold the seventh seal of heaven every time If a subtleties committed somebody fumbled the dime Winners guzzle the wine I smuggle mine with them But he who has the whole nine Will always double down and play for ten These are the rules adversaries stayin cool Shooting glances like pool While you dying for the change Im changing for the principle Mystical rebel soul in the physical Behold the gold but dont fold for the green Untold best unkept secret unseen A king should only tell his queen one thing The light sleeper is the keeper of the team But keep it between you and me Between you and me I can see in yo eyes Wise to the next stay in checkmate Getcha your Green getcha Gold It come between me and you Will lost getcha gold heaven hold getcha green Tween you and me I can see in yo eyes Wise to the next stay in checkmate Getcha your Green getcha Gold It come between me and you Will die sold a soul for green and gold now say goodbye Should I ever live to fulfill this dream Would I ever k for the life of the team? If I ever came between you and the green Whos the fiend? By any necessary means1Embed

Canibus Impression Freestyle Lyrics I’m a kick it The motherfuckin’ liquid That I be spittin’ Infinite ammunition Yeah you wishin’ You try to step to this but you died You tried to fuck with my style but get denied And get hit And get pushed back to the fuckin lab When I stab you in the abdomen When I grab a pen and jab it in Travelin like an abdomen and gag you with it Javelin when I’m stabbing it and grabbin it With the Canibus animal animus Element jam it is Whatever lattice magnanimous And the shadow is adamant The equilibrium will lay on top of these mathematics In alphabetical order, Destroyer!Embed

Rap Game Lyrics I am not a gay basher Shit happens yall The rap game, hip-hop 101 The hardest nice to five youll ever have You cant remember shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? Ha, ha, ha, ha The rap game will fuck you Im a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You shoulda slayed me as a baby Behavin shadier the Wes Craven And you aint even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily You face me, punk its over, youll faint fast Ive never fucked up to where I cant whoop your ass Youll neckll will get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin? Its cool but fools, just dont confuse it What happens, these dudes get rude, then I lose it I m scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat thats bigger then Godzillas back, nigga You are not realer, in fact youll feel the effects Of a crack dealer, yall president since we smacked And got a Mac-10 with it, so I aint gotta rap But Im thankful for that, dont mistakin me black Cause youll be stankin in the back of a fuckin Cadillac Im a get snuffed, cause I aint said enough to pipe down I pipe down when the White House is wiped out When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight Now put that in your little pipe and bite down Think for a minute cause the hype had died down That I wont go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever aint tied down upside down Im all for America, fuck the government Tell that seed Deloris, tell the slut to suck a dick Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? Son of a bitch Take away my gun, Im gonna tuck some other shit Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shits like a samurai sword and since he Shit just dont change to this day Im this way, still tell that utslay itchbay Ucksay my icknay, scuse my igpay atinlay But uckfay, it pays This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game And I aint diggin no hole for this rap game Man, Im tellin you, no, it aint happening This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint diggin no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game I bet ya lovin me , drink and drown in my own iniquity But fuck that, I m gonna rap till y all get sick of me And clutch my last sack, it s been all who big on me Im pickin a rot mix, fuck the dog who single me I m saying you motherfuckers, dont know ith, who playin If I m broke, then I m brakin open the place where you layin You know, same she every nigga done in his life I livin this why , speak long , what I blow when I write So why, should i, ever fear another man, if he bleed like I bleed Take a piss when he stand, ok you win, you can say we cant rap But no shots , never me , you never , and I don t wanna When they say it was wack... I walk in the party and just start bustin Right after I hear the last of self destruction This liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know that time without morse dangerom , I low down and shifty, quickly call swifty To do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty You feelin lucky squeeze, I catch you outside of chucky cheese With you see who be unlucky g, my lifestyle is unstable A partyin addict, they said no fightin in the club So I brought me a matic, coughin the static I jump niggas call me a rabbit Pop in the tavern and guns are so just irratic... Believe me, we run this rap shit forchezy Make makin millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me You hear me Believe me, you see my pistol and three dead No time to call the peace treaty Dial 911 cause you need the..., Police to help you, believe me I haft to tunnel from the side walk and piss on the curve This is obserde, these street nigga s twistin my words We finally could say goodbye to hollywood Cause boots and shine pants, is nothin in commin The nasty been with gasoline cans We never bow down to be a flashin a pig No one must, fuck this statue dawg Nothin to do with hands when I clap with yall Put your job on the ground , then the dog in the pound Then I m goin out of town, for the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle gats Matter a fact we can battle with placks This rap game I m too fuckin retarted, I don t give a fuck about my dick Thats why I m date in raymond bobbet My crew had a arguement who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made the beat to all the raps Well I really didnt but I did according to this contract I was thrown in the snow with no where to go Freezin 20 below forced to join, bail shit, then blow My little girl, she should nt listen to these lyrics Thats why I glued here headphones to her ears To make sure she hear it If rap dont work I m startin a group with garth brooks Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha This aint the hook... This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game And I aint diggin no hole for this rap game Man, Im tellin you, no, it aint happening This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint diggin no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap gameEmbed

Crack A Bottle Lyrics Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment youve all been waiting for In this corner, weighing 175 pounds With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto O-oh, o-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn And were starting this party from dusk Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, youll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks Its a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts Now picture us; its ridiculous, you curse at the thought Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words, its picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes Its elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say were the center of attention, its true Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trios back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto O-oh, o-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn And were starting this party from dusk Its Mister Shady Call for Ca$his Six-four hoppers up at least four blocks I crank my watch like I dont see no cops Riding on a six cars and No rims stop and stand up in the drop I be chilling with the bitches, On my L.A. pad rooftop, ha, ha So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto O-oh, o-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn And were starting this party from dusk Yeah, so... Im at this party and notice that I didnt even get carted Plenty lines, having fun, they see me and act retarded Im thinking to myself, Im a brand new artist I just started, tell me why I hit the ground and they parted Feeling good True stepping Im no number type, but gave me wood So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto O-oh, o-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn And were starting this party from dusk2Embed

The Pain Lyrics Im coming wit more reality than virtual Watch my family circle you Bashin you till hes purple You fightin, look like a Teletubie I dont think you want to fight with this King Im Joe Lewis baby! Knock you out, right in this ring So you are a joke, containing no punch lines Listening to the rhymes you wrote, waitin on the punch lines Im murdering this nigga. Merciless with scriptures Burning his ligaments, and serve him with your verses Nigga, kill him My hunger pains got my insides eatin themselves But I love the pain; seein you die is a treat in itself So many wicked ways - youre worthless like a bitch with AIDs Get served bitch, like a tennis game Im trynna get blown and Im very comfortably But you rhymin, killin my buzz like a murdered bumble bee King Berry Gordys the name and Im kicked stories thats strange And I came to take over your brain with unexplainable thangs I came to bring it It seems you really need Im here to get wit you Hit you wit, inflict you wit Its better than pleasure Just let me help you feel I came to bring it It seems you really need Im here to get wit you Hit you wit, inflict you wit Its better than pleasure Just let me help you feel Stop lookin at me. And put the money in a big bag Wit yo gay ass style, man you sound like you kiss fags What would possess you to diss me? I pull up in ten speeds putin holes in the side of your Bentley Always talkin bout your 20 inches Or your bitches ridin 10 inches of dick, hittin switches I aint no battle rapper But I will gladly slap ya Blast on this bastard, trap him Then blast the niggas adams apple Witness my shoot cops, just to get in to a chase and Hit you in your rooftop, watch that shit come out his basement I ponder as I smoke dro How can a fuckin gun so hot turn a body so cold? Cause I got to braids stickin up, Im just a rap character? Just because you look and sound like every rapper in America? Fuck all your moves, you kickin Smack you for approval Touch your neck, locate your veins So I can insert my fangs. Its I came to bring it It seems you really need Im here to get wit you Hit you wit, inflict you wit Its better than pleasure Just let me help you feel I came to bring it It seems you really need Im here to get wit you Hit you wit, inflict you wit Its better than pleasure Just let me help you feel I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Lets go inside my astroplane I came to bring the pain! Hardcore to the brain! Lets go inside my astroplane! The spirit of Pun and Biggie is in me Mixed by the human beat box, and the switcher was sticky I be hittin you in your temple quickly Youre a wanksta, stop frontin, please listen to 50 These garbage MCs trynna give me beef Like I aint starvin to eat Sound so silly, like a girl when shes gettin boned swiftly A fan let me hit it just because I know Swifty from D12 Now your female is goin home wit me Now every big person that has low self esteem Wants to be a Fat Killah know, its on they list of dreams Well, tell your momma she can not join us She too enormous, must be under 400 She weighs more than 4 Corvettes Dont be mad at niggas all in the streets You kicked your ass in 93 when niggas was callin you sweet Wishin time can rewind youm King Gordyll hide you In a place so far away, God cant even find you! I came to bring it It seems you really need Im here to get wit you Hit you wit, inflict you wit Its better than pleasure Just let me help you feel I came to bring it It seems you really need Im here to get wit you Hit you wit, inflict you wit Its better than pleasure Just let me help you feel Embed

Troublemaker Lyrics The story Im about to tell is a true story And my family knows its a true story I never asked to be So dont blame me for the crap I do Youre the one who made the choice to have me I saw before mom and daddyEmbed

Gun Rule Lyrics Yeah Its Ca$his, Im comin, uhh Shady Records niggas, go! Walkin, with a semi cocked, flip down any block Get cash, plenty guap, talk hard gettin shot Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped Picture me pistol-free, Look at me, look at me And realizing none of yall is hood as me Thats on erythang, take six to your frame Your son caught in strays, he gon die any day Try and act brave, tell the law my name I bet your family wont live to see another day There is no other way, you hearin what I say I got paper now, I can fight the case Im walkin through this concrete jungle Plenty niggas here, ready to mug you, attitude of Fuck you! Nigga you aint been where Im from fool The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule Walkin through this concrete jungle Plenty niggas here, ready to mug you, attitude of Fuck you! Nigga you aint been where Im from fool The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule Like Iraq, C-4 in backpacks You can pull straps but you cant match that Thought you was lord of shit bitch, why you let him snitch? Put the gun in your hand, now we can settle it Put it up, to his head, I cant do it for ya You, be the trigger man, kill your own brother See, how it feels when he drops, and he bleeds I handed you heat, it was your op-tion to squeeze Drop, to your knees, look at me, and believe Theres only one way to get out of this thing Barrel aimed at your face, cock back, fire straight Now at least neither one of usll catch a murder case Im walkin through this concrete jungle Plenty niggas here, ready to mug you, attitude of Fuck you! Nigga you aint been where Im from fool The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule Walkin through this concrete jungle Plenty niggas here, ready to mug you, attitude of Fuck you! Nigga you aint been where Im from fool The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule Flyin down the 5, flicked out, gettin high Jump off on Lincoln, roll through, Anaheim Rush, of a homicide, races, through my mind Not commit, any crime anywhere, anytime Stick, niggas for they shine, yeah, you been on the grind Yeah, take your jewelry off and pass it to me, its mine Cohort, me and my cohorts on codeine Conspire and rioting, robbin niggas for more cream Step on work, eighth by eighth Six points off a quarter nigga, stretch that cake I aint chillin on the corner, you fall in your order For eightballs and nope, I aint holdin nothin short, yeah Im walkin through this concrete jungle Plenty niggas here, ready to mug you, attitude of Fuck you! Nigga you aint been where Im from fool The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule Walkin through this concrete jungle Plenty niggas here, ready to mug you, attitude of Fuck you! Nigga you aint been where Im from fool The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule We live by gun rule! Shady Records nigga Im ridin through to Annis{?} With my forks up folk, Gs up!Embed

It’s Just Pain Lyrics I tried to call up God and complain But then he said why you callin my name Its Just Pain, Pain-Its Just Pain, Pain Its Just Pain, and its apart of the game I tried to call up Gods name Then he said all you do is complain Its Just Pain, Pain-Its Just Pain, Pain Its Just Pain, and its apart of the game The industry is a robber, my mental be really bothered Not talkin to any callers, escape the clutch as a povert-ty Close to my Momma, aint really close to my Father The more I became a baller, the more I seen him get Fathered Cause I dont trust you enough to let you inside of my mind And even if I let you in, couldnt handle what you would find I done been through serious times, and dont care if you think Im lyin I was grown at the age of nine, wanted to get you out of a bind I spent my savings to save you, tryna get you up out of jail Had to sign that little paper, promisin you wouldnt jump ya bail But then what you do, jump ya bail-they want you, and want me as well Then the day it happened to me, yeah I hated it-it was hell And you had to know that I hate it, I hate it-Im irritated Its loud and its getting crowded, my space is gettin invaded No nachos but it was some vatos who said they dont speak no English Im telling em make some room, and they lookin like what you mean And it aint no such thing as team, when the janitor wanna take ya spot You the one thats on the bench watchin Im the one whos takin the shot And I seen the hate on ya face, the moment you seen it drop Even people thats really close try to take ya down from the top What about that little fan, tried to say that I had a baby A baby, I aint even met her so it aint even a maybe Plus her skin is caucausian-she tryin to reach me daily A groupie, wont be a lady-shes obviously tryin to play me Its obvious she was crazy-only thing she could do Is go find a stupid rich rapper thats out there that she could screw And now she feelin so stupid, and it shows what I said was true If I plan to go sleep with a white girl, then I wouldnt go sleep with you So I keep sayin his name, and he say I say it in vain He say the only time I call is when its some pain Tried to mess with my little sis and I threw some salt in ya game Cause I knew you was old enough to be one of our parents mayne But a shame on you, a shame-you the only person to blame When a twenty five person gang, tried to jump me and take my chain I was the only person not wet, by the punches thrown in the rain And I couldnt hold any grudges, I said I forgive you mayne Its true that he had a temper, my Father wasnt bein gentle At night I would wake up to knockin, my Momma tryna get in the window Turn on the TV, tryna act like Im tryna play the Nintendo The house done burned down forever and no longer sentimental They livin and lovin life till his girl done fell off that bike And he happened to still survive but his future dont look as bright I admit that I got mad at ya and wish we both could fight When I knock on them Pearly Gates, just dont tell me to take a hikeEmbed

Fat Beats Lyrics Dial tone Yeah, how you doin, um? I need to get the number for, um Fat Beats, Los Angeles? California? Alright, how you doin? How you doin? (Ok sir ,one moment, um SAT is giving me) Right, its real easy (I have- I have nothing for the name, sir, Im sorry) Maybe its, um, PH80 Dial tone I know they got it, I know they have it Brian, they got- Hello? Hi, its time I-I know- Its time, I know you guys have it Is it- Do you guys have it? It-its there Ste- Eh-eh-um... Last time, it-it came out, um, uh May-er-February 23rd And this-this time, Im not gonna wait til, uh May 23rd, I cant wait Be-be-I-I seen it on the internet, its- Its all over Im s-Im really excited Do you have it? Eh-n-no! No, I j-um-what, ah The guy with the-um, um What do you call him? You know t- Brian! The-the guy with the, um The-yeah, the-the The blond! Ok? (I dont know who you talking about If you gave me a name then I would know, but) Oh, um, the guy- You kn-you know the guy, um He does that thing, on MTV, um He sings that one song, um, uhhh Whats it-ah-ah-ah, BRIAN! I GOT FAT BEATS ON THE PHONE! HURRY UP! Oh, hello Hi, hehe (Ok, who are you talking about? I dont know whore you talking about) EMINEM, YOU FUCKING BITCH!Embed

Guilty Conscience Lyrics Meet Stan, 21 years old. After meeting a young girl at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom. Once again, his conscience comes into play Now listen to me, while youre kissing her cheek And smearing her lipstick, slip this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitchs earlobe (Yo, this girls only fifteen years old You shouldnt take advantage of her, its not fair) Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? Fuck this bitch right here on the spot, bare til she passes out and she forgot how she got there No but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest! Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog and bailEmbed

Record Store 1 Lyrics Dial tone Um, I was wondering if you have, um, wha-whats his name? Sli-Eminem, or Slim Shady Cause a friend of mines got the album Yeah! --The whole album I dont know if he bought it, I dont know if he got it off the internet I dont know, I dont know what the deal is I dont know, but hes got it, like-- Aww, well cause the third, have you heard the third track? Th-the, okay, aw, I was wondering who produced it, the third track I dont know, cause the snare, the snare is like csh, csh, csh Aw okay, alright Well if it-cause everybodys telling me they have it I dont, I dont know, is it-- Oh okay, is Ka-- Okay I didnt mean to hold you up Im sorry Fuck you!Embed

That Nigga a Gangsta Lyrics Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca$his, its Ca$his nigga, ah-ha ha Im here, right back on yall, nigga Blocc Boyz, what the bidness is, nigga Seven-fo, lets go! In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy Im tryna get with the bidness so where the bitches be When I flick the Vogues, Ima get the hoes In a seven-fo Lincoln black, two dos Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his If a nigga look wrong you gon let him have it Say, whats your name? What kind of set you claim? Im seven-fo now; tell me, do you bang? We aint ask about your mayne, cause he aint here with us And we both know that we about to fuck You see my limo tint, but they cant see you bitch Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it If you dont do it now, youll never get the chance If you aint puttin out bitch, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds And ery rider here know that nigga a gangsta Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin caine And a sip of purp, Im hurtin on my drank Ive been doin work, you know about my gang You want me you can find me wherever that you hang I got a bigger dick, plus Im fly as shit Youve seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits Im a militant, AWOL lyricist Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga Em I never leave, forever got your back And ery soldier in my squad feel like that Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know You shouldve killed me, a long time ago Im a regular ev-ery day psycho Hat to the right on sight wherever I go You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds And ery rider here know that nigga a gangsta Ive been provin this, for a long time And ery line that I write, is all mine See me walkin a straight line in daytime But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times Livin life, in the California sunshine But Im the only star out, in the nighttime Flagged up, knowin suckers aint gon like - Im Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine Took the West over, Im the real king You dont believe me, fuck you, kill me I dont fear none of yall, meet a real G Come against me, pussy nigga you will see When you awake, and you still sleep You dead you lil pussy boy, feel me You said you was gon muhfuckin kill me? But you bled, guess you aint that real, G Screech You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds And ery rider here know that nigga a gangsta That nigga a gangsta nigga You stupid ass niggas dont know what a spinnin drum is? Thats a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you Your face, your back, your chest It dont matter to me nigga, and thats real I got guns nigga, I got money nigga I got riders, what the fuck you gon do to me? I got guns nigga, I got money nigga I got riders, what the fuck you gon do to me? Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca$his, King Mathers! Its brought to you, by the great King Mathers Im out, lets go! {echoes}Embed

Wake Up Show Intro Lyrics Yo, this is Sway and King Tech World famous wake up show We about to get into this album Good vs. Evil II: The Red Empire Crooked, what you doing here man? This is crazy Know Kxng Crooked sent us this brand new Good vs. Evil II: The Red Empire Kxng Crooked Top five rapper right now Spittin Who spittin better? Peace out to all the spitters, those who write Yeah, I said it Kxng Crooked Lets get it poppin we gon play the whole album tonight Thats what the wake up show is Good vs. Evil II: Red Empire Lets go Previously on Good vs. Evil I live in a world Thats different than your world Your world still believes in things like free speech and democracy This is Bobby Digital Contacting you from cyber space The puppet master and his minions have penetrated into our dimension We need you to make a full on attack His evil dark forces cant be allowed to spread This is a code red This is a code red Im here to kill the puppet master The puppet master was destroyed But there was no time to celebrate Because a new evil was awakenedEmbed

Medicine Man Lyrics Dont let me find out, the bitch in you Dont let me find out, the snitch in you Fame and fortune Its not your forte Fuck the world now Im done with foreplay Doctors orders Go fuck yourself Take two a day Set them on an overdose And kill yourself Doctors orders Say, what you living about Fuck you gon tell me Do you remember how you started out though You looking lost now Fake it til you make it Take your little paper book When you look in the mirror your credibilitys gone now Id rather be hated on for who I am Than to be loved for who Im not Thats word to doc In the beginning a few of the people who had a problem I was this good, scoffed, I just shook off Probably reminded you of the first time you saw Tiger Woods golf Never thought about how much my race and nationality meant But based on how I ascended, see how plain it was now, they want me to jet No one really gave a fuck about my descent, till I took off Mistook me because I look soft But I stood tall, I just follow the So I rose and grew balls, told these hoes to screw off Decided opposing you is what Im posed to do alls I did was say what Im feeling when the vocal booth calls And had you on pins and needles when I spoke to you all You felt my pain, its almost like I poked voodoo dolls And I hope my spirit haunts the studios when Im gone My picture jumps off a poster and just floats through the halls And fucking goes through the walls like the ghost of Lou Rawls Karmas headed for Armageddon, the drama setter Im going in, already got an arm and head And whoever said word are just words Cant hurt me more than I give a fuck Even if my image ends up taking a personal hit Whoever I hurt or whatever bridges I burned In this bitch and whatever bitches feel like They didnt deserve what they get And whatever consequences come with every verse, its worth it So Doc turn the beat on, whose turn is it to get murdered on it? And heres to all the years I spent toeing a line to overtime As sure as Im always lying, in my mind Im still underground as a groundhog and Imma go for mine Like a whole furrow just trying ta dig up some gold and diamonds and coal to mothafuckin find Im starting to slow and these lines are my nines I just load up the most rhymes and open fire with a closed mind All I needed was someone to co-sign, been a Assault rifle with the sniper scope for this whole time Day one, set with the blasters, give me the orders, I spray uh Pain in the ass and get shot in the ass with a paint gun Aint no one safe from, non-believers there aint none I even make the bitches I rape cum Im waiting on someone to say something Dre make the bass pump and let the tape run for old times sake I spit it straight through, this is take one The moment youre waiting for has come but Fame and fortune Its not your forte Fuck the world now Im done with foreplay Doctors orders Go fuck yourself Take two a day Set them on an overdose And kill yourself Doctors ordersEmbed

Paul Lyrics Its Paul Uh, I dont even know where the fuck you are But apparently you left out of the club Two nights ago, with ten plus girls And nobodys heard from you Nobodys heard from the girls So, if you get around to it And, you think maybe its a good idea How about you give me a call And let me know what the fucks goin on? ThanksEmbed

Conceptual Corrections Lyrics This is Chaos Kid, Conceptual Corrections You wanna say hi guys? Hi guys! Hi guys freshman Aight, this M&M, Im-Im young, Im white and Im good Im good, and Im white and Im young Did I say I was white, and Im young? And Im good? And thats all Well, lets gets get it underway, undelayed Were all geeked that I touched the And oh Im so glad to stay, cause youre the Ill beat your ass to pink, but what you had to say So its a blast... At last, scratched your mouth with it and then literally got trashed Too many times I listen to your ignorant mouth flap Spittin out crack, now I snap back like a mousetrap Im not gonna point any fingers even though youre pointin at me Im not gonna call any names even though you callin at me Theres nothing to it, doing its easy as your ABCs Or someones gonna hear my something over funky beats Give it to em! We got your back, come on Kick it to em! Hes got a life debt, put em in check! nough respect! Yo lets get this correct! Im Excedrin I should have been prepared with the voluble But even that could have stooped For using extreme And from the moment I made my entrance I was alone to die of your That was the only that I Nothing to have a to suit, for that Everywhere I , each had a Told me how to live to go by Were looking , though with the hand I was being dealt I might as well melt, cause the fact to see See, its nothing to my like its the feet of my family But I refuse to be abused, to let them tell me Who to be, what to do, well Let them sell me a dream, I dont wanna purchase And you cant make my dreams seem worthless Cause everyone has the right to be their own person Even if they get to at the side of me Ill lift this culture, tried and true And take pride, in what I do Paid my dues, so whats up dudes You can call me nigga, but you looking like fools Its been four years, bitches started to judge Its been four years, and I still hate fudge Cha-os Kid, and the name goes This is mixed, that the dont give a I never did it, till they did it to another to make them Hate, and degrade, like Satan This kind of mentality that disgusts me in 92 Whos getting your family through, duke? Its on Ku Klux Klan, clan clusks coo, puke And thats just an example of how I get trampled Proof, this Break it down! Ill check em Until you put them in stakes, I cant taste the venom You cant catch me being caught I give their food for thought When theyre in the mood to They say you white!, I say But what am I gonna do? They say act but I know that my souls true delicate people the global If you even will , how do you know who You are, then youre , coming to defeat us , thats a with Jesus If youre eyes arent tridimensional, then you never seen us Take a look inside the fore you decide to Theres always so much, a mans feeling can take one And paper is the only you will break them The anger built to build , cause nobody knows how I feel I feel now, yeah Put em in check Test the intellect The misconception needs to be corrected Put em in check Test the intellect Conceptual corrections Intellectual correctional Fuck the race poll, Im an exception to the rule I and educate ya, bigger than Look in the stereotype, I said Devil, Im another level With the scoop, the whole And show me the top I aint giving it back to trying to stop me As Sloppy as Joe, Im throwing the in your direction Cut in the in the circulation With the the vocal section But the eyes has an artist I be the smarter, start at no I might have the largest amount, to contribute Till Im in youth And if you want proof, then heres a moment of truth So they be alive in this profession, hm Im think cause of my complexion Wait a second, let her be raised Question my way, Im a To see the new grades Should I look questions , or should I be cursed Who works the good, better, whos worse than you first To rap, Im juggling on and gambling on I say you push the pressure, but , its such a Catch the drift? Rap star strictly black The rockstar strictly You ever stop to wonder whats an undercover Better than other underneath each other who died , hear the message I deliver Because they give it such a with your head And makes me wanna cackle Embed

Knice Lyrics What up Detroit! Id like to welcome everybody to the First Annual Detroit Hip-Hop Awards Secondly, Id like to thank you for coming out And supporting all of our events this year Especially the Awards show That means a lot to us The vision behind the Award show Is to recognize our own Talents, feats and accomplishments Both locally and nationally With the community a part of the success of people like: Eminem, D12, Obie Trice, Slum Village, Fat Cat Sick Notes, Fat Killers, Almighty Dreadnaps Raw C and Silent Riot, just to touch on a few The first award well be presenting tonight Is the Hip-Hop Recognition Award This Award is to recognize The individual for outstanding support of Detroit Hip-Hop When I think of that One person stands out without a doubt From the days of the Hip-Hop shop To the days of multi-platinum record sales Youll see this guy on MTV Wednesday night Then youll catch him at St. Andrews Hall Friday night hosting a battle Hes been around the world And still finds time to get back to the city That being said, its both a pleasure and an honor To present the first Annual Hip-Hop Recognition Award! Purple Pills starts playing To none other than my man, Big, Proof! Pssh, Damn man My city love me, I love my city man I feel like Im lettin em down I done so much But dont feel like Ive accomplished, nothin at all Hip-Hop... I remember when me n Hiphop first fell in love man Detroit and Hip-Hop, damn, pssh Psh, eh. Cause I aint changin for shit Ima always be me1Embed

Victory Lyrics Til I collapse Im spillin these raps long as you feel em Til the day that I drop youll never say that Im not killin em ‘Cause when I am not, then Ima stop pennin em And I am not hip-hop and Im just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when Ima stop sendin em? Women are caught in webs, spin em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin to stop Amoxicillins just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin, hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners Youre comin with me, feel it or not Youre gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin up? Fa shizzel, my wizzel, this is the plot, listen up You bizzels forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuck Music is like magic, theres a certain feelin you get When you real and you spit, and people are feelin your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Tryna hold on to it cause you may never get it again So while youre in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit when its at its end Cause Im at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, heres the order of my list that its in It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me But in this industry Im the cause of a lot of envy So when Im not put on this list, the shit does not offend me Thats why you see me walk around like nothings botherin me Even though half you people got a fuckin problem with me You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me The presss wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney — Nate, hit me! Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MCs heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And its absurd how people hang on every word Ill probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve But Ill never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first ‘Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin could ever be worse Thats why Im clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like Im an addict I rap like Im addicted to smack like Im Kim Mathers But I dont wanna go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full-blown attack Im launchin at em The track is on some battlin raps, who wants some static? ‘Cause I dont really think that the fact that Im Slim matters A plaque and platinum status is whack if Im not the baddest, so Yo, yo, yo, yoEmbed

I’m Shady Lyrics Who came through with two Glocks to terrorize your borough? Told you how to slap dips and murder your girl? Gave you all the finger and told you to sit and twirl Sold a billion tapes and still screamed, Fuck the world! so come and kill me while my names hot And shoot me twenty-five times in the same spot I think I got a generation brainwashed To pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot Stop they blood flow until they veins clot I need a pain shot, and a shot of plain scotch Purple haze and acid raindrops Spike the punch at the party and drink pop Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top Bad Boy, I told you that I cant stop You gotta make em fear you fore you make em feel you So everybody buy my shit or Imma come and kill you I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets Im your brother when you need, some new weed to set you free You know me, Im your friend, when you need a Mini Thin Im Shady!Embed

When Darkness Falls Lyrics If the deaf could hear and the blind could see Would the deaf listen? Would the blind still be In the darkness? Oh, the darkness When darkness falls... and when you cry I can still see If you want to die, well then come with me In the darkness Oh, the darkness When darkness falls a jade green flower, and early blue She lets dirty men in her precious womb In the darkness Oh, the darkness When darkness falls a rich king sits right on his throne A shade full soul, he shall die alone In the darkness Oh, the darkness When darkness falls on you When the darkness falls on you When the darkness falls When the darkness falls on you When the darkness falls You say your God doesnt treat you right Would you stop praying? Would you trade your life For the darkness? Oh, the darkness When darkness falls... I believe my greatest trick I made you think I didnt exist In the darkness Oh, the darkness When darkness falls... even though many have seen despair Our loyal subjects, they would not dare Choose the darkness Oh, the darkness When darkness falls... Sex, drugs rapid. Rock and roll These higher tragedies to behold In the darkness Oh, the darkness When darkness falls on you When the darkness falls on you When the darkness falls When the darkness falls on you When the darkness falls When the darkness falls on you When the darkness falls When the darkness falls on you When the darkness falls This song is for every kid whos disturbed. Every geek, every nerd All my ghetto children that lay on the curb A ruler who can so influence you and give you the nerve To turn that pain and that hurt into some anger and burns You damn angrier than everybody whos faces is heard Shoot random, 27 bodies is facin the curb Practices using voodoo, oujia boards, he prays with these cults He casts upon you, your first born will vacate his birth You sweatin through hot flames while Im sayin this verse Armageddon, you shall remain if you aint praised in this world Life is messy. Careful, you may got blood stains on your shirt You dont like the ways things are going? Trust me, death cant be worse Make your choice. Self murder or get saved in a church While the pure virgin Mary carries this baby of hers You were sent to wash away sins that remain in this world Things go good again, but then a dark change will occur When the darkness falls on you When the darkness falls When the darkness falls on you When the darkness falls When the darkness falls on you When the darkness fallsEmbed

Runde 41 Lyrics Ich rapp lieber über Drive-bys Als über irgendeine peinliche Scheiße Wie du und deine Wuppertaler Homies Die nur rumlabern von wegen, wir sind keine Gees Aber wenn sie uns live sehen, kein Wort sagen und weit weg fliehen Ich mein das Pimpgehabe ernst Okay, ich übertreibe manchmal, doch darin steckt immer ein wahrer Kern Und das ist es, was ihr Wohlstand-Kids alle nicht glaubt Wenn ihr bei den Eltern auf dem Sofa sitzt und Animes schaut Und das ist dreist, Kid, was du da redest Deine Betonung ist so behindert, kaum einer versteht es Wenn du irgendetwas in den Takt nuschelst Dann noch ganz frech behauptest Ey kuck, mein Text der puncht doch! Und ich versteh nicht ganz, wieso du sagst, ich mach auf Chiss, Klub oder Sunshine Boy Nigga, wieso raffst du nicht, dass das alles vollkommen verschiedene Styles sind Und nur weil wir alle wie Zuhälter rappen, es nicht heißen muss, dass irgendeiner hier den anderen bitet? Ich sag auch nicht, dass du auf DeeLah machst, nur weil du scheiße flowst und betonst Und dein Aussehen auch nicht das Wahre ist, du komischer Vogel Und du solltest echt mal lernen, den Takt zu treffen, Spast, du battlest hier den Gangsterking Aber du bist fast zu hässlich, um überhaupt von mir Beachtung zu bekommen Bitches wollen mich haben so wie Taschen von Louis Vuitton Ich bin on top of the game wie The Games Basecaps Und gebe dir keinerlei Props, Kid, sondern nur einige Faceslaps Und du siehst dumm aus der Wäsche wie bei deinem positiven AIDS-Test Nach deinem letzten Date mit so nem Typen aus dem Gaychat Und wenn ich mich nicht irre, war das der Webmaster von schwul.de!Embed