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Shit on U Lyrics Hahaha, yeah yeah, haha No offense to my two niggas Yall know who yall are, its personal Motherfucker, you hear me? I know I aint get back to you You dissed me a while ago, I just caught it I couldnt understand what yo fat-ass was sayin! Its all good though Im home, its time for us to talk to each other Nigga.. Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you aint slick Somewhere in between a st-st-stutter and punch diss I was like, Huh, what the fuck is this? Why the fuck this lame nigga tryna fuck with this? You was talkin real reckless, you dissed the king Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring Crawl fore you walk, dont get caught without your gat Somebody shoulda taught you how to talk before you rap I know about how you gotta get walked though your verse Niggas tryna teach you how you talk all through your verse The streets, magazines still knockin your verse On your verse, niggas just look at they watch and converse Im about realism - as far as a fat nigga That raps and rapes kids, I dont see the vision You do front, me you admire You told the truth once like, Im a compulsive liar! Insecure niggas take offense to the line All in my my shit when Im mentionin mines Yo its on, better tell Von stick to the rhymes You better run and get Swift when I get to Denaun It should be: Wall Street, yall and Slum V But no, you wanna rhyme like Young Zee Heh, you was a clown in school Only nigga on stage in a costume, now the world is clownin YOU The sheriff of the rap - arrestin the big fat bear That gotta jump into character to rap Uhh, nigga GIMME this mic, you aint doin it right You call yourself a idiot, Im just provin you right This is strong over the weak, long career over deceased And me doin you wrong over your beat You speak when you see me but you talk the flow Fuckin clown, smile nigga, honk your nose You probably look at it like Im makin a big deal But nigga thats what I do, I make big deals Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they brow raised And watch the little people split the pie five ways Nigga go play, matter fact, catch up I am six figures bigger and my books kept up Yall a rap boy band, and you testin me now? Yall a group with one star like Destinys Child FUCK THAT! No nigga, how can I relate To a group with four dudes thats easily replaced? I erase niggas when they talk backwards I call Paul and have him write you off on his taxes Im a solo artist, you just one of the crew Fans comin up to yall like, Which one is you? You the fat one! Tell em thats your name You will tell a joke whenever too, thats your game Yeah, who cares if youve been on tour, you dont come off Nigga all you do is run on stage and run off Yeah, one loose cannon - thats strange Cause the only cannon in the crew is planted wherever Proofs standin I speak to Em and Proof, Im speakin with love Them my niggas, yall sissy niggas keepin a grudge I dont give a FUCK nigga, you get beat up with gloves And if you want beef, fuck it, you can meet up with Bugz Ill shit on you! You fat motherfucker Aiyyo cut that shit! Fuck that nigga You diss me you gon get dissed back, nigga Yo mama, muhfucker And I beat yo ass, Wall Street hoEmbed

2004 Tim Westwood Freestyle Lyrics I boss how I live Fuck em hoe God meant me To push Bentleys The Stat Quo Still slammin lac doors This squad ill blow your brain out Half-crazy Bustin out the window Aight cut it, cook it, bag it Distribute it through the city Home get that cabbage Take it, flip it Turn illegal to legal Launder, stay grindin Keepin ya business on the under Humble moves come up Cops run up But most of them corrupt So what? They want they cut So pay em All those who oppose the squad Spray em Got goons with MACs Who kill for scratch Okay Im One quick trip ill And get you filled with gas Broad day and niggas ill kill you Without the mask Im getting bank Like Im shooting it from off the glass Signed with Shady-Aftermath Cause Im after cash Biatch The way it go Just heard my dog Stat Quo flow Ha, ya heard what he had to say Use the words Swifty McVay Im ill enough to shoot a nigga through his pager And if I missed The shits going exactly through his neighbor My behaviors Fatal enough to faint niggas Old age and cradle I shoot from unexpected angles I changed ya facials I could have you niggas hugging an angel Literally Niggas be crazy Im misery, breaking both of ya ankles I diminish mentally I turn you into a mimic of Kennedy I dont go to sleep till I murder motherfuckers in trilogies I recruit enemies Friends aint shit They take yo ends and split Willingly What kind of shit got a nigga faking the funk Dressed like George Clinton But you hoes aint making a buck You out and about With yo face frostbit With a hustlin mouth But you really full of brussels sprouts Husband or spouse Your generations running out Because my guns in ya mouth Penetration coming fast We won, you lost You got a witness program Move out cold then John Walsh Wild And this the way we do Emzy, Imma pass it to you So what ya wanna do? What I wanna do? What I wanna do? Let me see right here, yo Not many people that I label would be able To display table manners, but our plan is To make this beat rock like scanners and make the fans just Go bananas, yo, get our planners That means our nuts for the sluts who dont under- Stand this, yo, my plan 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 Yo, check this—check this out And if you rocking with ya necklace out, thats my breakfast now Imma snatch it, yo, my style is wretched You cant fetch it, no you cant stretch it And yo, it doesnt really matter Cause ya name I cant even pronunciate, you the— Same type of mofucker to go and sucker Punch 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 won do its on you Big Proof coming through with the mo— Yall niggas sing Yall done came to the Nina Ross war Ya homies a killa But my killas they cost more Its all inherited I was boss born Put eighteen in ya flesh And make ya chest a golf course Niggas know that we aint even You know why Im still breathin Yeah I got that real heathen With them steel beams on em Through ya dreams on em Like Im still a fiend Noted for mics Its only right You see my real team, brody I do it live I was sippin on some cream soda Heave phony Fuck this back and forth This aint a tennis meet I spray you industry gangstas Cause they aint in the streets Its cool to beef But why? Till you truce with or you trust me I told you Puffy And you can lose Big Im Proof Who you could do big things with us Spit dope They call me Rick James bitch Clip-clack Bang-hit Bang-drip Drip fang of blood Drip, drip, drank when sirens cop came Body bag thick Body bag, zip-zip Thats it Fuck you bitch Down a dark street Its the dirty Stat Quo Lord have mercy Breathe, hello Im bout my cheese The steez, mellow Cash in the bank On my grind in the paint Oh, look how I do live with my boy Westwood Up to no good Smoking that good shit See how I ball Handle, handle my business Eminem, Swift, P, Stat Quo thats it Back on the track Green Lantern done switched the beat Im guaranteed to my thang and drop the heat My man Zeke is in the corner with him Boss Hog, A-town, yes I be them Do what I do freestyle, top of the dome Dont fuck with my click Leave Doc Dre alone If I see you out the wars Imma stab yo ass Whoop yo ass Ya fuck with me I make ya handicap And I pass the mic to my man Swifty McVay he dont play Im Swifty McVay Ya bastard out the blue Im hazard I even haunt spirits thats after you Im cancerous with no answer Pharmaceutic, I turn you allergic to being human It aint new Its what I do when Im feudin A sick nuisance I have ya had Until motherfuckers lookin like Rick Rubin What do you do to fools that think that they can take laughs? Their face get sliced And thats whats up I inherit the power of all the rappers I gotta be like Kruger All them niggas bodies are coming out of me I usually pack a Ruger Now I see that I can be successful By bruisin yo chest Without a thing A professional Im a king that slaughtered kings Exceptional, genetically raised by wolverines nigga I give a fuck on what niggas seen Ill send a fiend to pitifully raise you And then convene bitch Thats what we do Our crew D12 Rapping nigga In take the Nina off the shelf And Im hazard for ya health Like I said before The type to walk the streets And the five-o ignore Me when they see me Dog, Ill burn you like VD And thats the way we be Fuck you! Easy, easy Im trying to hold a job down here Yeah, yeah I apologize if anyones offended You know tune out go to something else Come back later Its going down Its real hip-hop Theres gonna be some swear words Be prepared Change the station if you aint built Aftermath in the house now Get yo fricking mouth stabbed out Yall get so mad Get so livid Looking for dap from anyone who would give it Now how you gon value Someone elses opinion Cause you selfish Im raps Elvis Everybody try to grab the helm-ets and they hardhats Run and duck for cover Yo, fuck ya mother What the fuck are ya? Yo, Im sprayin While Im playin I aint playin Im sprayin at your feet Like hey Imma cock the hand Imma pull my cock out Outta my pajamas And cock back the cock Like its chicken Yo, check it out The clock is ticking Its countdown to Armageddon And theres nothing you can do to stop it Put your arm or head in Or put a pen in it But once the grenade pin is pulled Its nothing you could do But end up in the hospital Yeah, yeah Hospital, pital, spitals End up in the spital And yall can eat my tender vittles I dont really give a fudge Fudge, fudge-packers Is what yall are And yall get smacked up At the awards show However you want it to go We can make it go either way Biatch Thats itch-bay backwards F around and smack turds They told us not to use no cuss words So we gon not use cuss words And say busters instead Have you all bleeding red Damn, right out of yo head Thats what I said And my name aint Fred My name aint special ed And it aint my birthday But Proof can get on the mic in the worst way And I dont even have to curse to say Proofs a wolf Grab ya pooper-scooper Follow me I fight to the death Like Apollo Creed I only hang with bitches that swallow seeds Air Force Ones not Wallabees Hollow tease I be, rushin colonies Im known by all blacks in hoods Like collard greens Last of a dyin breed Old school like Model Ts When I ride on my rivalries Like 2Pac writ Put you in the I.C.U With no eye sockets More than five shots spit So you can die hot bitch Its only one topic I need profit Fuck the gossip Harry the hype-writer The night lighter The only thing higher than Proof Nigga is my lighter Im watchin you fly niggas crash Like Al-Qaeda Crime fighter Guess I rhyme by the mind tighter Than the World Trade Bit the jaws Like Jay Dee I put my fucking dick to broads Broads, dog thats down on all fours Of course Im down to get yours How come my niggas stop cold When they heard capsule? The rap flow is good And they say that we fatsos They gotta be this way And we catch em with lassos And how they feel about that? Cause we breaking they cash flow My niggas tell me right there I aint got no time So know why fool Dropped outta high school Cause Slim said so Now Im back in this bitch And Im bout to ride this bitch And this motherfucker rockin For Tim, asshole I gotta do this shit right Now Swift is on my left So its the way it is Cause Shady in here Im bout to tell you niggas right now Green is on the turntable Why not do this shit daily, all year Hey doll, cheer Its a grown man record You dont want the pressure This a grown man lecture Sittin on the dresser Be a grown man bitch to her Underneath my seats a grown weather here Peepin my packer He got grown man cheddar Wheels, ransom notes, and checks Are all grown letters Hey doll, chill Sit back relax, as I handle by biz Green Lantern on the scratch Attack the track wrong Stat Quo doing his thing The European awards was yesterday Em won Took the award home D12, ya know what I mean Shawty, be grown Handle my business home Doing my thing Home alone But not Macaulay Culkin Stat Quo be the champion Icon winner Eat niggas like dinner Me and Westwood, handlin our beeswax Green Lantern on the track Doc Dre did it long time ago Like this and like that And uh Im motherfucking beast Man uh Pass it to Swifty Mc-V And aint no flick To hear what my be sayin One-two, three to the four Swifty with the four-four Process of elimination is always complete When I hit the streets I wanna see who the biggest G Hennessy dont do nothing but give you lumps When you speakin on us Disrespect you be eatin a bottle drunk Turning you niggas all to monks Red dots amongst ya foreheads You get punctured once Slump cowards with Ninas bitch I mean it, how ya leanin Like the Tower of Pisa Faces lookin like pizzas An animal instinct I eat ya with cannibalistic procedures Adams apple some womens fetuses Me is just like special nature I messed up, slurring my words off the liquor And yes I hate to See ya wack emcees Step inside my face And ya know my fo-fo will clear the place Ya runnin, Im gunnin Im stunnin and its fun when it happens Especially when Im rapping I give dap to brothers Im cool with But yo know You cant mess around with Swift Ya just cool whip Ya soft and ya sweeter than sugar Dog, Im just that type of nigga That ill walk up on ya Leave ya in a bed of blood Huh, if ya tryna fuck with us He said dont cuss But I couldnt help it I take my belt off whip ya wit it Because Im selfish So I, just do the things I do I freestyle for you Then I pass it to my crew Then they pass it back And if ya wack Then get slapped For that type of Acid rap Yeah and thats a fact Slim Shadys back Got eighty ladies layin on they back Yo, but Im a mack Im a little nuts for Brittany Little to sane for Whitney Tell you the truth Yo, Bobby would prolly get me Catch me in the lobby After he just hit me After he sniffed three lines Hed prolly knock out Fifty He could prolly lift up both of us And spin us both on both fingers like donuts Yo, I party hard But for real, I want Bobby Brown as my bodyguard And thats for real And thats the deal Cause we got mass appeal And I dont think that they can really take it Cause I always let my nuts hang Like I was doing push-ups naked Thats what I do Is drink the Alizé and Then I pass it to my man Proof and Then we start goofin around And start spoofin Everybody, yo we in the party And we could rock the party And we could get it started And if ya smell like Somebody farted Or we can We can do the Mardi Gardy We could party harder We could get started What you wanna do Proof, its on you Its on me Might take it to the hip, homie Its like Shady and Aftermath We after cash You want it We gon blast ya ass And listen, ya need to quit it dog Cause Proof is low to the ground Like midget balls With them bridges falls I lock ya ass up on the game And I visit all And its like they signed They said they did it all Because they breeches small But Imma tell you In the likeness of the great 2Pac Im hot And Im fatter then Biggie Smalls All yall, need to recognize Cause where I come from Its still the East side Over there by Dresden Where we make their heads spin Back then the back, ten Make his ass backspin This action of crack-skin Nigga, I eat more Vicodin Than the dots thats on the Pac-Man, board Oh Lord Give me my sword On top of that The freestyles I got you cant afford But they free Yo, they only cost attention And did I mention Im a boss with henchmen I send niggas to get ya Yo, its easy to do How ya feel about this Yo, the piece of the Proof The piece of the clue The pieces ya need The pieces I got On top of that my freestyle Never stutter My words are butter-rock Like the niggas feel about us I say precise Nigga feel fucked up like D-Nice, did For getting Scott La Rock slain I rock caine and rock brains Back in the day, when ya block came Get ya block slain Ya hood aborted How I feel when they all get shortened Haha And I tell ya like this Ya missing the ending I lift ya whole hood Like Im fixing ya engine Nigga, come on I keep my brim tilted And tracked, I killed it Atlanta, my city I built it Watch this Young beast bob and weave Young Stata make it hard to breathe Please believe I ball for cheese Survival of the fittest One of the trillest ever Bow down, he severe Finna lock the market Marshall and Dre don linked up With the boy from the A I am chillaxin Fine linen in my fashion Bump yo questions Why you askin, anythang? Niggas wanna know what Im on Riding on my enemies Getting them gon huh A crime businesses And you need homes Something I can flip to increase my grip Yo, why they on my dick? Ride ya own lane I gotta handle Trust me lil man Ya need a little change Heres for starters I show ya how to come up Work on martyr Launder ya cheese Do cash and beauty parlors Hustle smarter Green got me, haha Green got me Imma kill you Green To me its like second nature I treat murders like a recreation And these niggas steadily changing They laughs like Mason T.D. Jakes and all of these fake gangstas They all be awaking Because McVay can put a date on you homes Ill engrave in ya tombstone With urination Now your whole funeral soon blown Communication are for fools who be wasting time Contemplating on making up I aint that guy A grudge holder I used to shove boulder in the counsel of my Aurora Get caught and tell em its yours I can leave each one of ya body parts Stranded in the middle of different forests Having police ignore the shit Niggas get hung like ornaments While they hanging they trees They get bombed like Vietnamese In 46 or whatever year it was I gotta buzz And murdering you is all I love This is Swifty McVay I aint by myself I got Em, Proof, and Stat that be hot And D12 is over, D12 is over here And yo death is near And thats whats up Thats whats up Pass this cup And then we blast you up Freestyle right off the massive truck We got truckloads And uff, no Cuff no and spin it backwards And play it back later Cause all yall haters rockin gators Alligators, we see ya later We aint player haters But yo check it out We rockin in our Navigators And we can sit back And we can stretch, we can check Trek, I mean catch, anything And we can fetch Im slurring a little bit But during the part that I was doing The urination, upon that girl and Wait a minute, I aint goin There with my rap I aint tryin to be starting no crap But yo, I be flowin With the stuff and I be knowin That when I start raking out them leaves I be hoein And thats six in the mornin And we can do it We can get it on until the crack of dawn and We can get it on with Tim Westwood We can do whatever you want Bring ya best cause We do what we want to do On this microphone Cause we ought to know Or ought to inform you That we get warm too warm Sometimes we too hot to Not to spit this ish Spit it backwards and that said shit Whoops, I didnt mean to curse But yo Proof, come back And lay one verse I dont bite But I spit the killin venom When Im older My pockets gon blow up like Brazilian women You can fight me here Like some Big and Pac shit Breaking laws off him dog And hypnotic, he got it Although he sound sober I aint gay nowhere near gay I even hate a brown-noser Its over, he killa Got no skills When these twenty-two spins Aint got nothing to do with Diablo wheels Even the bible kills I burn moral themes Yall pop like MTV And talk more than Coral Jeanne The poor foreseen that there is a God I hope you guys slack Cause when I lean back Without the Terror Squad I gotta two bigger Then pistol move niggas whip I leave fool ass lit Like a cool cigarette Im bout the peace dude In fact the peaceful Since these niggas know my piece full And since they watchin Beef too They watchin niggas out here They see how we go Back in the day With what, my people The desert eagle Leaving people living in deceased holes How they feel about that? My truck is all diesel Freeze hoes These people know it G.L. in detail They break like Lee nail Crew is D12 More noise than a seashell Cause we shall prevail Without the Martin Luther King drill How you know the main side, so attraction Psycho action The man ill throw up on Michael Jackson Sick enough to do anything In any video I could even pull out my whole titty yo Wouldnt mean a damn thing Wouldnt mean nothing Like if you went and pulled hamstring Cause you a fake iatch I took the b off Cause Imma be off with the switch Just like you Cause you walk with a switch too Thats what I meant Cause I represent, every single day Pass it off to Stat Im so slum I pull up in a double-quad deuce with no roof On them big ass boots White tee, no suit Just me and my troop Jam and be some hustlers We are not a group Grizzles, love me cause my smile is priceless My advice, my life I have them wetter than diapers She want me to buy big jewels and wife her Fuck the bitch tonight But tomorrow wont like her Go back to the club And get a new one like her And thats what I call completing a cypher Wrassle with the bitches so they call me Roddy Piper When a Stat come through Your girlfriend get hyper You be in the ocean with the worms and maggots Im what overdoses do for an addict And after static with me Holy ghosts will be given a homes Automatically, its either that or be rolled in a hole I target ya dome Watch that shit get blown Like a head gasket See Im rabid And known to foam acid I accurately mastered battering bastards I dont get charged for assault and battery They be after me Cause I smashed em Happily answering Any nigga that asks me would happen I tell em the truth laughin Thats just me A five-star general With aura thats horrible I be smackin ya captain Turn a corpse into ya corporal They wont know who did it Tell your lieutenant When an arsenal is set For all of those threats of coming close No you wont With a Stephen King mentality Ya dont believe me? I can bring the casualty to ya family And thats whats up I got D12 in the house Ya know what we about Are you a man, a mouse? And it seems like you a mouse Running in that hole Just cause you hoe And everybody know McVay yeah See Im going out Blow em up They wanna see me, what Im all about Pull em out Im in the club Got the snub Bout to bust it out Boy hear me, bout to hear me Bout to cuss a dog I cant take it Cant cuss it dog Take it dog Ayo, get with the With the girl Better take it off She got the bra better shake it yall Ayo, check it out Im about to bull And wreck it out Smack em with shovels Smack em with shovels Smack em with shovels Smack em with shovels You gon make us freestyle for all Make us freestyle for all Make us freestyle for all Make us freestyle for all Tim you gon make us freestyle for all Freestyle forever Freestyle forever Freestyle forever Tim gon make us freestyle forever6Embed

Eminem Freestyle Lyrics If Im elected for ten terms Im renewing the staff after the inaugurals And hiring all girls as interns If I dont like you, Ill snatch you outta your mic booth While youre rappin and pull your right through the window and fight you Ill take you straight to the pavement Uppercut you, and scrape your face wit a bracelet Like a razor that shaved it Three drinks and Im ready to flash Runnin on stage in a G-string, wit a bee sting on my ass Its probably yall cuz I aint awkward at all I just like to walk through the mall, stop, and talk to the wall And have a relapse after I just fought through withdrawl The Bad and Evil movement is comin Plus the music is pumpin like a pill freak wit a tube in his stomach I write a rhyme a day So its no wonder how come your whole album Is soundin like a bunch of shit that I would say Whether its one verse or one letter Ill probably be the cleverest one that never gets spun ever Its Slim Shady and Tony Touch, its only us The rest of yall are just stuck in the middle wit Monie Love2Embed

Slow Your Roll Lyrics Guess who, New shit! D12 World, D-Twizzy! You dont got a reason and dont want no beef You aint got no ends to justify the means You dont got a cause, you better put it on pause You dont got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking thats got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Aint nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas And slow your roll Sinister, a menace to many, Im not friendly You get shot in a Kennedy fashion Pop willingly you walking around with Pacs identity Im a mockery you bout to watch what its fin to be Im not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked And its not about dropping albums, Ill sock a nigga on the spot You cant help it but to imagine this walking massacre A madman strapped with a Magnum blow that spasm out ya back And just stand there and snatch your medallion See I cant fear any nigga that can not happen The immaculate Mac handler That got this wrapping by the back of his neck A scavenger Im a threat then you feel me Like a hand full of syringes Im ill enough to scream at your front do Blow it off the hinges Im marksmatic, depressed marksman outta walking Cause soon your body they catch me shooting up your carcass So dont provoke shit, I wish the whole Mankind was a neck so I can choke it Ferocious and you aint gonna be knowing where ya folks is Fuck the milk cartons and posters, its over, they ghosts Niggas is bitch instead of digging a ditch Ima see how filled this river can get even bitches get hit Im raw dog on all fours, Im barking with long claws Just fight for the wrong cause Your boss with thong drawers You aint in my bracket bitch, following faggots With wanksta tats on their ass, see ya Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice These scrubs need to do what he love and just play the back Before Ill put a sword on ya head like a Raider cap You bust Im spraying back, leave your hood laying flat Now what you gonna say to that? You dont got a reason and dont want no beef You aint got no ends to justify the means You dont got a cause, you better put it on pause You dont got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking thats got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Aint nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas And slow your roll Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up Fuck butter I killed the DJ I dont need you, bitch, I got a instant replay Lay down bitch get butt naked And fuck the Viagra Im trying to nut in two seconds All around the world, fuck wit different cliques You aint got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch Im calm but I steal on niggas like I was klepto Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro Why stop niggas, why not pop niggas, we cop figures Keep them toast like IHOP nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt Lets go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks I used to blow gats, bulletsll find you like a LoJack Im hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit A culprit of culture and a chaotic commotion Kuniva will blow shit off of the map and post it Knock you out of your penny loafers, fuck that ho shit You dont got a reason and dont want no beef You aint got no ends to justify the means You dont got a cause, you better put it on pause You dont got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking thats got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Aint nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas And slow your roll I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be On your ps and qs people we sees to use No one sees your views, so now you sees exclusives And put it in your little magazine, but you should Know that was the most desperate thing that you could Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much Start doing heroin lines for as much as you gossip Like bitches with Oscars, yall actresses 45s make bodies flip like flabby tits Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit? Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch Do the math, youll never have a Shady/Aftermath Runyon Ave Kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up Before we clap that ass up You dont got a reason and dont want no beef You aint got no ends to justify the means You dont got a cause, you better put it on pause You dont got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking thats got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Aint nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas And slow your roll Nigga you better ask somebody These niggas think they can just put shit Out on their own, fuck them3Embed

Wanna Know LyricsSince they wanna know Since they wanna know I said since they wanna know Heres the formula on O, now lets go Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Second rounds on me Obie Trice Emil hit em, lets go Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 58 stature Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor But Joe aint the host my nigga, you have the access to the most Noted flow on Shadys faction And I aint being cocky, if so accept my apology Except, know I process my thoughts logically First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami But haters like to yell its the white boy behind me But you couldnt inhale a flow thats more grimey It would still prevail if another label sign me Obie so timely, must Obie remind em The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find em Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some Heavy metal for supporting witcha quarters A little something different from the homie from Michigan Basically, Obies ripping on any instrument hes given, come on Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Four niggas in a whip All foes say they aint fucking with Trice shit Somebodys lying, Im undenying, denying me means that The driver got influence over you on certain things Be destinguished, just cuz you aint feeling his favorite emcee Dont mean you speak no English Hop out the car, catch the bus At least you be established as the man that you are I hate to take it so far and so tedious But niggas bleed like bitches, Im truly believing this Once a month, they wake up with a Obie tampon Inserted in they nuts, give em the flux cuz my bucks is up And no this aint eBay, so please be easy Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo Let em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Peep what Os selling when I hit em with Van Halen But its just a man from the ghetto rebelling Rebel without a cause, cause Im in them Superman drawers Running around the shack momma had us living Now ya mans limping a inch from truly killing em All due to ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented em When the system Scrooged just like Lil Tim and em Will bless the child who manuevers the censors, then Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him My visions unlimited, musics my outlet, I rock a outfit For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business To get a listener of one, clear description If you hearing them, you would catch what Im pitching Guarantee to serve your addiction, c-c-come on Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Since they wanna know Since they wanna know1Embed

Topless Lyrics Yeah, yeah, no roof Live life topless, cant nobody stop this Ay, this the DR., in charge of saving artists out the ER Bring them back to life, beats like CPR Made the westside worldwide, no PR Gangsta rap god, Im the end all, be all California love, from the Bloods to the C-Dogs The Compton monsters make you wanna cut your MP off The greatest in the game, haters should be ashamed For not acknowledging the brain of the west coast king Brought Chronic to the scene, folded pills in the lean Now the game full of puppets, look at me: no strings Again and again Ive shown, you seen me Piss on niggas egos, ruin they self esteem Sky the limit, no roof, I can do what you dream Done it all fore you ever did a thing, knamean? Tees and black jeans, no bling, just bang Officially deranged, clinically insane Look Eazy, aint a damn thing changed, I promise Still live like we did back with Straight Outta Compton Taught niggas how to have attitudes on some hood shit Showed them what to smoke when they were blazing that bullshit Thats why you smell the drug aroma when my record play Not a blemish on my image, decorated resume A legendary legacy All that I was, youll never be, fuck is yall telling me? Forever on top Face it, youll never be better than the Doc, ask Pac Again, I say its never gon stop Face it, youll never be greater than the Doc, ask Pac Guns blaze when I shine Make a wish quick, no star and Im the shooting kind Front page all the time You boys think sick, but I aint got no roof on mine Like my girl is the game with her titties out Sky is the limit, Im paid to run the city now My motto is live by the bottle, so why is my supply low? Bring in a truckload with a high-low Stay grounded, but I still reach for the sky, though Ghetto idol, I think, but what do I know? Shit, I know a lot more than I should The hood stood by me just like I thought it would Dont act like Im Hollywood when I probably could I dont polly, Muhammad Ali of rap, I dont lolly gag West coast, the home of the body bag The shotty, the mag, Los Angeles, where the party at? You can catch me anywhere where theres Bacardi at Yeah, Andre is back, so have a cardiac Started back with the black, Raiders starter cap Gangsta rap, we practically fucking started that Everyday with this game Im getting smarter at Skys the limit so every time I get on the track Guns blaze when I shine Make a wish quick, no star and Im the shooting kind Front page all the time You boys think sick, but I aint got no roof on mine Like my girl is the game with her titties out Sky is the limit, Im paid to run the city now 1996, I left it all behind Cause I aint got no roof on mine I had to jump ship, I double back for my chips My captain handle my shit Ive never been the losing kind Grind, I feel it like its year one Im a fool anywhere near square one But aint no glass ceilings, I crash through em Aint no coal spills, I light a match to em Aint no haters right, just say congrats to him This is Detox, its rehab to em I bring it back years later, let it flow through em Putting that Chronic in their systems like I used to do em Respected so its proven thats what Ive been doing Moving the game like weight and everybody been using Bitch, it aint really nothing left to say Youre tuned in to Detox, I am Dr. Dre Guns blaze when I shine Make a wish quick, no star and Im the shooting kind Front page all the time You boys think sick, but I aint got no roof on mine Like my girl is the game with her titties out Sky is the limit, Im paid to run the city now Your skins your travelling bag of your existence Yours is shabby and scab, while mines glistenin Vivid on my skin, how many continents I visit then You can journey with me to different places by listenin Shitting on them, your brother got it covered We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, I love it A hustlers wit, the grit, the grind My genetic code make up, murderer by design On Mayan calendar time, when night meets day Im in the light grey Bugatti like a high speed chase Adrenaline like jogger, the jumping rope in place Muhammed Ali hobbies, no Pilates, tryna keep the ocean by me Hit a rich mans wife, see what these hoes can buy me Looking forward, but its nice to see the road behind me Hotels a seven star, Baguettes glowing Keep your lid, yet dawg, the private jet Boeing, topless 1Embed

Super Bowl LVI Halftime Show LyricsSetlistThe Next Episode California Love In Da Club Family Affair No More Drama m.A.A.d City Alright Forgot About Dre Lose Yourself I Aint Mad At Cha Still D.R.E. La-da-da-da-dah Its the one and only D-O-double-G La-da-da-da-dah You know Im mobbin with the D-R-E Yall know what this is, but can yall make some noise for my man, Snoop Dogg? Come on, now, louder, louder! Top Dogg, bite em all, yeah Im burning it up D-P-G-C, go ahead and turn it on up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Thug homies, drug homies, yeah, they givin it up Lowlife, yo life, boy, we givin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party for sure Slipped my girl a forty-fo when she crept in the back do This chick is lookin at me strange, but you know I dont care Step up in this mother- just a-swangin my hair Trick, quit talkin, Crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some - and take this dope on this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if you happen to get cracked—shut yo trap Come back, get back, thats the part of success If you believe in the S, youll be relievin your stress La-da-da-da-dah Its the one and only D-R-E Dr. Dre, you little busters! La-da-da-da-dah You know Im riding with the D-O double G West Coast make some noise! Come on, put your hands in the air Everybody put your hands in the air Come on, everybody put your hands in the air Put your hands way up in the air Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West A state thats untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug through your chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be A place where you never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-making-machines servin fiends I been in the game for 30 years makin rap tunes Say what? Ever since honeys was wearin Sassoon Now its 22, they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin, lookin like I robbed Liberace Its all good, from Diego to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city gettin pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a California knows how to party California knows how to party Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, its your birthday We gon party like its your birthday And we gon sip Bacardi like its your birthday And you know we dont give a f-, its not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll twenty deep, its always drama in the club Yeah they heard I - with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love Look homie, aint nothin changed: hoes down, Gs up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll that weed up! If you watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I dont walk with a limp In the hood in L.A. they sayin, 50, you hot They like me, I want em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, fo sho theyll tell you Im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold Im fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil out the deal and Im still on the grind Now Shorty said she feelin my style, she feelin my flow Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club Lets get it crunk up on Have fun up on up in this dancery We got yall open, now ya floatin So you gots to dance for me Come on, everybody, get on up Cause you know we gots to get it crunk Mary J. is in the spot tonight And Ima make it feel alright Come on, baby, just party with me Let loose and set your body free Leave your situations at the door But when you step inside, jump on the floor Lets get it crunk up on Have fun up on up in this dancery We got yall open, now ya floatin So you gots to dance for me Dont need no hateration Holleration in this dancery Lets get it percolatin, while youre waitin So just dance for me We dont need no haters Broken heart again Another lesson learn Better know your friends Or else you will get burned Gotta count on me Cause I can guarantee that Ill be fine No more pain, no more pain No more games messin with my mind No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more No more No more Im tired of, I want this drama Go ahead, go ahead and You demons get up out of my face Go get out of my Im about to lose my mind Ahhh! No more No more drama No more, no more Heyy No more No more drama I need a peace of mind I need a peace of mind No more (If Pirus and Crips all got along Theyd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time Im in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Man down, where you from? —who you know, where you from? Where your grandma stay, huh, my—? This mad city I run—) Alls my life, I has to fight Alls my life, I— Hard times like, Yah! Bad trips like, Yah! Nazareth Im on one, you on one God got us, we gon be alright, ho! We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright Huh? We gon be alright Huh? We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be al— Uh, and when I wake up I recognize youre looking at me for the pay stub But homicide looking at you from the face down MAC-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin—let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty, uh, uh, is the highlight Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows Twenty of em in my Chevy, tell em all to come and get me Reaping everything I sow, karma coming heavy No preliminary hearing on my record Tell em Im a gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I think Ive gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Wont you please believe when I— Wont you please believe when I— Wouldnt you know We been hurt, down before Ah, when our pride was low Lookin at the world like, Where do we go? Ah, and we hate— Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho Ah, Im at the preacher door Knees gettin weak, gun might blow We gon be al— 35 summers in the making, stop fakin, you forgot about Dre 35 summers in the makin, Im talkin N.W.A 35 summers in the makin, stop fakin, you forgot about Dre 35 summers in the makin, Im talkin N.W.A Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherf- act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherf- act like they forgot about Dre Whoa If you had one shot One opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted One moment—would you capture it? His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out Hes choking, how? Everybodys joking now The clocks run out, times up, over—blaow! Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad but he wont Give up that easy, no, he wont have it, he knows His whole backs to these ropes, it dont matter, hes dope He knows that but hes broke, hes so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him, and You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better… Los Angeles, make some noise! You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better… Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. Guess whos back? I see you still doin it Please make some noise for Dr. Dre! Its still Dre Day AK Though Ive grown a lot, cant keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that Im known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when Im on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How, homie, my last album was The Chronic? They wanna know if he still got it They say raps changed, they wanna know how I feel about it Dr. Dre is the name, Im ahead of my game Still puffin my leaves, still touchin the beats Still not lovin police Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, reppin 213 Still the beats bang, still doin my thang Since I left aint too much changed Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E. Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E.7Embed

Crackers And Cheese Lyrics Other man! I stand in slapped by the wind as I begin Do you know who I am? And many reply with a grin Yes, Im tired of being obtruded Why should I be secluded? Ive got a brand new horn to be tooted To sum it up in a nutshell, Eminem will you kick it for me? So I find myself in a certain obligatory A place that I dwell in, fell into some wonderful productions To make up for lost time, and then it brings obstruction Finally let loose, unloading the stockpile A mental projectile, I aim at the reptile I look to the one handed juggler and ask him this Why is it you insist upon stepping to an octopus? Is there a reason for this? The hindrance is aggravating How many times will it take you before you realize youre fading? Fading from existence, cause 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, Its another Very few have made an attempt to put in a foot on the other side But I see no borderline, from under this colorblind And some will probably never hold pieces of the sacred But then Im finally about to put an end to the hatred Wrong, the world would never endure to arguing Awaking to the absence of unity is startling Oh foolish pride, what the hell are you trying to do? You cannot beat someone thats better than you so quit trying to Your echoing words that mean nothing are despicable So how do you think you can manage to kick the unkickable Youre graceless, bland, youre tasteless and youre faceless faceless Damn, 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 starchild Blessed with formidable talent and versatility But with such a power, there comes a responsibilty To infringe on the boundaries, so now the defiance is clear To form an alliance is something even the giants fear So instead of being oblivious to the color of skin Refusal of usin is accepted now its a trend - 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 then why do you speak for me And every other white man when you that were your enemy? On the floor lies a broken door, cause 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 also invasive and try to end the rivalry But ? is isolated, 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 re-enacted Pull up that boy by his roots, destroy him quick His fractures obviating, we hate him, his patterns past us, huh Always fighting for the position of top dog That spots already occupied, and I dont play leapfrog Cause 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 And others with nothing to say Stutterin and slurrin and mutterin words with no meaning attack be signin like Danny Kaye Here I go again hammerin stammerin grammerin And eat it like cheese, pass me the crackers please Ive got a craving6Embed

My Fault Lyrics Eminem as Susan Eminem as Dave Eminem as John Eminem as Ron I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I went to Johns rave with Ron and Dave And met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved A nurse aid who came to get laid and tied up With first aid tape and raped on the first date Susan -- an ex-manic depressive who just moved from Houston Who loves blues and alternative music Told me she was starvin, I said it wasnt a problem I got a coupon for this pizza with everything on it We can double the mushrooms and minus the sausage Im allergic to fungus Come on Sue, thats nonsense Whos at the door? Pizza man! Who ordered pizza? Susan, its yours Nuh uh If you got it with double mushrooms on it then I dont want it Shutup Susan Ill pick em off it Oh hell, I might as well try it, Ill be alright Susan you just swallowed the wrong slice!! I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault Yo Sue! Get away from me, I dont know you Oh shoot, shes tripping.. I need to go puke!! I wasnt tryin to turn this into somethin major I just wanted to make you appreciate flavor Susan, stop cryin, I dont hate ya Im sorry your father used to chase ya and spank ya with hangers So what they locked you in the attic in your dads house? That aint no reason to start wiggin and spaz out She said Help me I think Im havin a seizure! I said, Youre breaking out in hives, let go of the pizza! Would you put it down youre startin to scare me She said Im twenty-six years old and Im not married I dont even have any kids and I cant cook Im over here Sue, youre talkin to the plant, look! We need to get to a hospital fore its too late Cause I never seen no-one eat as many shrooms as you ate I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault Susan Where you goin? You better be careful Leave me alone dad, Im sick of gettin my hair pulled Im not your dad, quit tryin to swallow your tongue Want some gum? Put down the scissors, fore you do somethin dumb Ill be right back just chill baby please? I gotta go find Dave he majored in allergies John, wheres Dave at before I bash you? Hes in the bathroom; I think hes takin a crap dude! Dave! Pull up your pants, we need an ambulance Theres a girl upstairs talkin to plants Choppin her hair off, and theres only two days left Of Spring Break, how long do these things take to wear off? Well it depends on how many pieces she ate Just one, with double mushrooms by mistake Now shes upstairs cryin out her eyeballs, breaking out in hives Shes gonna die dude I know and its my fault! My god!!! I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault My God, Im so sorry! Im so sorry! Susan please wake up! Please! Please wake up!! What are you doing?! Youre not dead!! Youre NOT dead! I know youre not dead!2Embed

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Life Lyrics Come here, Royce Life is a moment in space When the dream is gone Its a lonelier place Uh, this is life Life is a moment in space When the dream is gone Its a lonelier place Listen, yo Little Royce Nickel Nine, eyes wide with sight With a future as bright as the light in the eyes of Christ Ready to take on the world and whatever is in it Proofread, sign, and seal whatever you finish I can only lead you while youre on your quest for knowledge Ima teach you to have sense and to respect the dollar Hope for the best, and youll see, your world will be solid Ima teach you the truth, even behind worldly logic This is life, cut and dry, days is bright, nights is dark Fights get sparked, its almost like to get ahead You got to be twice as smart, the realities of life is harsh Just know that Gods keeping you level Hell even speak through the ghetto to reach you Just to teach you that the streets is the devil Everybodys design is different Which means that were dying by livin Oblivious to the time that were given So you dont prepare for the death, you live for the life And live right like, do right by your kids and your wife Have fun as a child, yo them years is precious The future brings fear and stress as the year progresses You gon turn a lot of them down, you gon feel rejection You gon tell a lot of lies and you gon hear confessions Its a two way street when you deal in his presence Only your life can show that everything is real in this message This is life Life is a moment in space When the dream is gone Its a lonelier place Uh, this is life Life is a moment in space When the dream is gone Its a lonelier place Yo, the whole world is upon you, the pressure is on And you can probably sum your life up the best when you gone Upon the creation of all men, destinys born For us to reproduce, so you can keep the legacy goin I know you think Im Superman, but I got weaknesses too I keep a firm leash on things by believing in you And after Im gone I live on breathing through you And anything I had in this life, I leave it to you Aim for the sky and fly till you come back down I hand you the baton and you run, till you come back round Let your heart tell your temper, Put that gun back down! Dry your tears up and turn that frown upside down Itd be plenty to cry for, think life, not death You got much more to live for than to die for But you got to stay humble Cause just as hard as your work to get it Theres people working harder to take it from you Cause life, something that people take for granted As time passes, you gon want something back But you wont get it cause historys made every second So you crave every lesson and save every blessin No matter how you view the world, yo, you never will get it The worldll be the world through the eyes of whoever is in it But things aint gon always go right Look at it like, yo, this aint your day, but this your life, and live Life Life is a moment in space When the dream is gone Its a lonelier place Uh, this is life Life is a moment in space When the dream is gone Its a lonelier place Yo There will be trials and tribulations But dont let them, dont let them, dont let them bring you down I said you better keep going to your destination After your darkest hour the sun will come around, oh-oh-oh-ohhh Yeah Oh no, no, dont look away-y-y-y-y-y Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no This is life Ayy, ayy, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Yo I dont care, I dont care if this song dont sell one copy Thats not even what its for Its for you, my boy This is life You gotta keep going on, you gotta keep moving on Be strong, be strong, be strong, yeah Cause this is life This is lifeEmbed

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Marshall Mathers Lyrics You know I just dont get it Last year I was nobody, this year Im selling records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em something The fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the fuck outta here You see Im just Marshall Mathers Im just a regular guy, I dont know why all the fuss about me Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run their mouth and try to take shots at me You might see me jogging, you might see me walking You might see me walking a dead rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollering at him cause the son of a bitch wont quit barking Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Looking for Bigs killers, dressing ridiculous Blue-and-red, like I dont see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off em And get dollars that shouldve been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist popping and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Starting shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin With instincts to kill NSync, dont get me started These fucking brats cant sing and Britneys garbage What is this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smilin Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent? Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned Passionate ass-whooping and getting your shoes, coat and your hat tooken New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I cant wait til I catch all you faggots In public, Imma love it Vanilla Ice dont like me, said some shit in Vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just...Embed

The Way I Am Lyrics Dre, just let it run Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit Ayo This song is for anyone... Fuck it, just shut up and listen Ayo I sit back with this pack of Zig-Zags and this bag Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest MC on this... on this Earth And since birth Ive been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension Dispensing these sentences, getting this stress Thats been eating me recently off of this chest And I rest again peacefully But at least have the decency in you To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out In the streets when Im eating or feeding my daughter To not come and speak to me, I dont know you And no, I dont owe you a mothafuckin thing Im not Mr. NSync, Im not what your friends think Im not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick if you tempt me My tank is on empty, no patience is in me And if you offend me, Im lifting you ten feet in the air I dont care who was there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit Ill smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe Im tired of all you, I dont mean to be mean But thats all I can be, its just me And I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father I hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense Its constant, and, Oh, its his lyrical content The song Guilty Conscience has gotten such rotten responses. And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me So I point one back at em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, its the one you put up When you dont give a fuck, when you wont just put up With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too When a dudes getting bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where its at! Middle America, now its a tragedy Now its so sad to see, an upper-class city havin this happening Then attack Eminem ‘cause I rap this way But Im glad, ‘cause they feed me the fuel that I need For the fire to burn, and its burning, and I have returned And I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am Im so sick and tired of being admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And dropped from my label, lets stop with the fables Im not gonna be able to top on My Name Is And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation To cop me rotation at rock-n-roll stations And I just do not got the patience To deal with these cocky Caucasians Who think Im some wigger who just tries to be black ‘Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls So they always keep asking the same fucking questions What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who, what, when, the where and the how Til Im grabbing my hair and Im tearin it out ‘Cause they driving me crazy, I cant take it Im racin, Im pacin, I stand and I sit And Im thankful for every fan that I get But I cant take a shit In the bathroom without someone standing by it No, I wont sign you an autograph You can call me an asshole, Im glad And I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, its just the way I am Pain, pain Pain, pain Pain, pain Ahh Cause I am whatever you say I am Cause I am whatever you say I am Cause I am whatever you say I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am Cause I am whatever you say I am4Embed

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When to Stand Up Lyrics : No...you hear me! You go to hell -> Mr. Garrison Yo At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt Mom couldnt take me, the bitch still hates me Shit, one day she said, Go rake leaves, I said, Make me! Im proud to announce Im probably the first kid Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth Arguing with me and mom was on-going She called the law enforcement when I broke the lawn mower The slut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen I went to start it and it screamed, Please fix me! Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess thens When I decided to cut class to rap full time And get the fuck outta this fake ass school and rhyme So anybody who thinks this fuckin attitude is a gimmick Come and see me, see if I dont live up to this image You fucking prick! : No...you hear me! You go to hell! Yo, yall rappers have never learned Thats why Im fuckin wit yall Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit Parl I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom Put your brother in a headlock, choke your mom Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven Walk around ripping on niggas madder than James Evans My left hands sharp it moves freestyle ultra Slap my dick like Kool Keith Fuck like you stole from me, and rules the streets I dont wanna have to fuck you up, so cool cease Parl Yams be the chosen thug What I spit be cold juice like a frozen hug Run the streets while youre stuck at home My temper like Bushwick Bill, bitch leave me the fuck alone Ive been jealous since niggas was windmillin These cats just started to rhyme, my pens spillin Your moms just told me to act, Ive been wheelin So boy just slow your deck, ive been stealin I wet rappers cause its me and Em I guess I just aint give a fuck like Eminem Burglarize take busts with the slugs Come in your window like Bruh Man and bustin your club Put the heat up I teach them niggas what to suck And my young lords, when to stand up and light the Dutch : No...you hear me! You go to hell! I came to my last show on a horse swingin a lasso Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe Cause I dont give a fuck, you better understand that Two Xanax, and I give a fuck what I SoundScan at Fuck Billboard, drugs is what I kill for Im Happy Gilmore, just slip me anything in pill form I may mingle but I plan to stay single Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle Sike, Im 24 Thursday; six more birthdays And Im blowin my brains out when Im thirty As long as my heart beats Imma keep tryin to see How much speed I can eat before I fall the fuck asleep So Im the Rapper, Hes the DJ Im the one thats got your six year old nephew screaming F-U-C-K So Jeff, give me a scratch The rest of yall can kiss my ass til your lips stick to my pants : No...you hear me! You go to hell!Embed

1999 Lyrics Hi kids, do you like Kims bullshit? Wanna see me stick her fucking eyeballs right in to my anus? I got a fucking time traveling machine to go back all to this And see all the piss that she gave me, bitch She made me fall on my ass The walls are caving in and I gotta go ham on this bitch Like, woah, so we never fell in love so I didnt have to Go through that shit no more Its like a nugget, Im hugging these sluts That are bothering this fucking chick when I murder And spit on the beat like the drugs I was taking Just a bit of it And stop slurping the blood off her face, or Ill murder you too with a bag full of mace and if Kim comes to my house and says Wanna get back together? And I say No, get out before I and splatter the blood on this sweater! Blue eyes, red eyes, green eyes, bloody eyes Hi Mom, youre back again, rock climbing my dick to see how famous my fucking life is? 1980, still feeling shady, 1983, bitch never leave me 1987, met this bitch in heaven, 1999, my life was very deprived I said hey, do you want me? Im still feeling kinda shady 1999, we got 3 babies, 1999, will you ever leave me? Because back then, I was kind of shady 1980, still feeling shady, 1983, bitch never leave me 1987, met this bitch in heaven, 1999, my life was very deprived I said hey, do you want me? Im still feeling kinda shady 1999, we got 3 babies, 1999, will you ever leave me? Because back then, I was kind of shady Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posie Kim, Kim, be shady like me, Im trying for the 4th Stop being a bitch, please, walking across the highway Playing Chicken, while brains splatter all over the road like ricken, ricken, my phones dead, now how can I call the bitch? Ill use the payphone, this bitch is calling my dead phone, she wont leave me alone Spent 75 cents on her, and she didnt answer Now Ill come to her house and Boo! Im a ghost, you happy to see me? Im taking your soul Well shit, you dont believe me? Boom, I did it, do you believe me now? Shit whatever, Im the king so hand me the crown 1980, still feeling shady, 1983, bitch never leave me 1987, met this bitch in heaven, 1999, my life was very deprived I said hey, do you want me? Im still feeling kinda shady 1999, we got 3 babies, 1999, will you ever leave me? Because back then, I was kind of shady 1980, still feeling shady, 1983, bitch never leave me 1987, met this bitch in heaven, 1999, my life was very deprived I said hey, do you want me? Im still feeling kinda shady 1999, we got 3 babies, 1999, will you ever leave me? Because back then, I was kind of shady 1999, the sluts pussy is so dry, I said 1999, the sluts pussy is so dry, no other faggot can control my lifeEmbed

Cheers Lyrics A lot of motherfuckers man Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy Thats what Im doin this for Yeah, we aint here to mourn We here to celebrate So this one is for all my dogs that didnt make it in the struggle man Is remember when I was on the Ave. clutchin them dimes Gun touchin my spine, bustin my rhymes Feelin like Im livin in them lost times No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya Palm tight on the Rooster Old in the face, cause this hold on my case Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like O, oh hes a bad case He wont last, his track recordll do the math Crack solicitation on the Avenue is not new to your listeners But this is true, listen up I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else I might as well give this up, feel me now From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-der I done did it all, so I clutch my balls And notice they still here, so Obie is still here So Kobe heres to you and daddys new career So grab your cups of beer Put em up lets cheer Heres a toast to all my soldiers who aint here This is it my niggas this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out Now grab your cups of gin Put em up lets win Heres a toast to never lookin back again This is it my niggas this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out Now I understand every man got a story to tell But fuck it, I got a story as well Growin up where us niggas either buried or jail Popped by Dirty Harry or popped by the cops for they yayo, locked in a cell Whos to blame when I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain Only a few remains, yall talk about struggle With your bubblegum lifestyle nigga fuck you Im here today for fam passed away Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay Real cats who had techs to spray Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave The hood life is in me So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream give me Lend me your ear, Im guaranteein yall feelin me Straight from the block to the industry So grab your cups of beer Put em up lets cheer Heres a toast to all my soldiers who aint here This is it my niggas this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out Now grab your cups of gin Put em up lets win Heres a toast to never lookin back again This is it my niggas this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out Yeah, all my homies thats deceased rest in peace My nigga KF Ski, Little Green P-Funk youll be home in a minute nigga, haha, we get it poppin We got a chance to speak to the world nigga, haha, and I aint stoppin Straight off the craft .. 313 1Embed

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Oil Can Harry Lyrics Salam Wreck! Im here to announce that Derty Harry is dead Now we witness the rise of the son Oil Can Harry, the Boss Hahaha My life is trapped in these lines, that’s why I’m packin these nines I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin, that’s in the back of my mind Got a strap made of iron, can’t relax on this grind Bendin over backwards for these slackers til I’m snappin my spine Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers Lookin over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin like soda Hold up, we nothin but soldiers Slow up, this gun is loaded Roll up, they beef and we leavin ‘em coked up! If Slim say it, I spray it; if he will it, I kill it We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, yall can feel it Real as this gun on my waistline, at war we don’t waste time Ja, man, he can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine We got Schoolcraft here at the 7, 8, and Dexter I’m up in Hollis spendin’ dollars, ain’t feelin no pressure Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha you flinch When Proof shoot up that coup and wet your whole clique Fuck it, whos next from this shit? This is This is breakfast time, bitch! When you brothers is stiff as slugs exit ya wig Youll be next to B.I.G., Pac, its destiny kid Before ya lid get popped, stop testin me, bitch! Homie, you think you tough? Think we wont fuck you up? Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip Talkin shit, you drunk? Think I wont fuck you up? We both deep, I aint scared and I dont give a fuck I aint fail no games, homie dont even try We aint bowin down to no one, we gon start a riot Heart of fire, soul of ice, roll the dice, see what you get No advice all my life, I aint leavin this bitch Im a man, Im holdin my ground, unloadin these rounds At any clown approachin my crown Ima keep it grimey, nothin but killas seen behind me Ima bully fully cuz your team is tiny If I was to crush you, God can’t save you; Bibles are nothin This rifle Im clutchin to leave you stifled on crutches, hah I fight for my cousins that aint even related Even Ill state it now, from life I leave you bleedin and faded Hatin made in my nature, Im clappin and clackin your captain Smackin faggots and act as a rapper with platinum status Ya liver flappin, Im slappin em backwards Half of these rappers status to shadders Knowin Proof and the Mathers has gathered an army Its Shady bandanas, after us the game is one Who in the matters get plain-fashioned brain damage The name that some forgot, D12 It aint hard to feel, guard ya grill, its real! Homie, you think you tough? Think we wont fuck you up? Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip Talkin shit, you drunk? Think I wont fuck you up? We both deep, I aint scared and I dont give a fuck Yeah, Big Proof! Grown Man Shit! Shoutout to Mark Hicks, Jimmy Neutron Mario, Skinny Boy Graphics You know what Im sayin? Firstborn, everybody up at Iron Fist DJ Salam Wreck, lets go!1Embed

Step Right Up Lyrics Step right up, Im about to light up the skyline So bright, Imma fuck your whole night up Light up your glow sticks and go stick a stick in your ass This is the ghost of Christmas past This is your host, youre supposed to kiss his ass This is gross but listen close, if you dont You can go stick your whole frickin nose against his crack til he lets one go and blows your whiskers back And get a great big old whiff cause if you last without passing out Youll be on the next episode of Fear Factor, yeah, Im back to, back to what? I dont know, smack a little child actors butt, Mike Jackson, what? What the fuck you want? I got a blunt and some Jesus juice Who needs an excuse these days The way they rally around pedophiles, you lucky I dont pee in your face I can do anything and apologize for it later as long As it aint a racist tape from 88, than Im straight of that cannot be forgave If I drank pee for, 18 years straight and ate shit every day On a porcelain plate that was shaped like a toilet with a fork and steak, knife For the rest of my life and had to watch my ex-wife get fucked by Vanilla Ice Twice a day, cause I said N-I-G-G-A, when I was a teenager Blaow-blaow, Shade uh 45, shorty, let me get your number, baby Maybe I can hump your leg or something? But its time for me to go, so I stopped, jumped in the vehicle Its like this, because of that boob, right?3Embed

Cry Now Lyrics Crrrry Dry ya face nigga Get it together I aint goin nowhere O. Trice Niggas wanna kill me, til a nigga done Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gon All because I rap actual facts on a song Its no fabrication, whats wrong Slung crack to the day come But they dont wanna gimme that, say he fakin Schoolcraft is the makin But God forsake em, they hate Im great Conservin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8 You whether see him wait, momma hypervenalate Tuckin her son underneath the state Hip-Hops my fate, since cassette tapes Ive been braced what you know of, as this niggas culture Put it in a chokehold, spoke as a soldier Yea he provoke him, to pull up out his holster Leave you wit a visible ulcer, O gon off ya Niggas ought to when he lyrically offers All cause he salty, Im rollin like a boss I dont follow niggas course, Im awkward My choice, Rock City is my voice The White Boy stepped down, so I will accept the crown Exceptional however, never let ya down Found my new niche, no more bricks So Im pitchin 16s, verbally bitch Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Nigga cry now Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us The Boy hold the D down, like none other Up comin since slums, cant knock them mothafuckas So we, take shots at em, try to snuff em Rather see em suffer, then become one up on us Round the globe, promotin us hustlas The white boys cool, but refuse they brothers So we, cock the tools, and shoot our own color This aint Detroit Red, you wont +X+ me out +Malcolm+ My Exodus will never be from a violent outcome I turn Exorcist on niggas wit extra clips Exit on my ethics, is no longer present X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {click-clack} Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressed it Dont make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo Detroit for niggas thats slow, its the O I was birth wit Jehovahs hand on my soul Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Nigga cry now Cant explain the gift; but my aim is to take What the streets gave my brain and spit And I aint evaporate, I will remain the shit So ya lames that got a problem wit the game - tough tit He still in the same Range, windows fixed And Im killin ya come a-gain, thats as real as it gets Off ya, tryna make me depart ya, from my daugh-ter Coffins for you, and the nigga that brought ya The hatin start in ya, release from our father You people at the alter, saying ya better off You dont wanna see the demon, come out of a humen being Recent being the sience, and to him its too extreme Catch me in the BM, like 2Pac and them Or in that Tahoe like Christopher - NO Poppa gon keep poppin Cris on you hoes And piss on those, who exist as my foes O rolls through shit, spittin cold flows Knows his business, Ill be missed if I go Who you know holdin the city on his shoulders Flow is ferocious, its O shit, true vocalist - BITCH! Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Cry now Crrrrrry now Nigga cry now Crrrrrry now {to fade}3Embed

The Farm Club Lyrics Its the mothafuckin Farm Club This little girl bout to get her arm rubbed Who wanna see me on this mothafuckin mixing board? Who wanna see me on a mothafuckin diction lore? And Ill be kicking towards to mothafuckin camera looking right in it I can kick twenty dope rhymes in one minute And yall dont understand ‘cause my rhymes are Infinite Whats the Farm Club? Its the mothafuckin chika-chika Farm Club Its the mothafuckin chika-chika Farm Club Is this shit there wasnt be bleeped out? I dont know but I feel it is and its like eeh-eh And I will kick a rhyme until it stops to eeh-eh What? Wha-what? Its the Farm Club? What? Wha-what? Wha-what? Its the Farm Club?4Embed

Get Off My Nuts Lyrics Ayo, what do you think about, two grown ass men, living together? Haha, alright, what do you think about, another grown ass man Living right upstairs from them? Well, them two grown ass men living together on my nuts And thats you right above them Get the fuck off them! Run that shit back DJ Whoo Kid! Run that shit back one more time! When I rhyme, somehow I think I must be subliminally throwing Viagra at these fags that got these hard-ons for me But I suppose anything goes when it comes to my flows Nothing is off limits, except for Michaels nose I didnt know, Im so sorry, please tell me what I can do To make it up to those of you who I offended Ooh, I got it, I got an apology for Steve Harvey too Its in my pocket, uh, wait, here it is: FUCK YOU! Hey! What do you say, Andre? Whats new? Life is good, man Im chilling, 50 how bout you? Yayos out of jail, Buck is out on bail, well get through, we always do ODB, rest in peace, G-G-G-unit!Embed

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

The Monster Explained LyricsYou have reached the voicemail box of: Suck it Hey, Em. Whats going on? Its Paul. Uh, I wanted to call you to let you know were getting ready to shoot the Monster video. We got dates for Rihanna and shes gonna come out to Detroit and we can get it shot. Weve got some concepts together based on your conversations with Rich Lee and I think were ready to go. So the basic concept is sort of like an Inception-type of vibe. The whole video sort of happens inside of your head and Rihanna, in the beginning, is gonna act as your therapist. And you answer into her office, you sit down and you sort of fall asleep or drift off; were not really sure. And next thing you know, youre travelling in this elevator and the elevator sort of represents your journey and your career. And theres various stops along the way. Were gonna recreate some scenes from some of your classic moments. I had to go home and get my straightjacket. Redoing this scene actually brings back no memories for me because I dont remember it. Dr Dre would say, Im glad to see you got your coat back on. The way things should be. The scene from the My Name Is video, with you in the straightjacket and Dre as your therapist in the psychiatrists office there.The song which recieved an Oscar for you ,yes Lose yourself will also be included. Were gonna go back and revisit The Way I Am, with you jumping off the building, falling through the sky, with everything moving past you. And then were also gonna do the classic Grammy scene, with you and Elton John performing Stan. I cant see it all. Even if I could, itll all be grey. But your picture on my wall, it reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad. So, all these things are going on in your head. Youre travelling through the elevator, looking at it from a new perspective, with you watching yourself. And then when you finally get to the end of your journey in the elevator, you come out and you see this sort of caged beast. And the beast is actually Slim Shady. Slim Shadys inside of this cage and you walk up and you dont really know whats going on. And then you see its actually yourself. And Slim Shadys feeding you some notes and we can just assume that the notes might be some lyrics or some song titles scribbled on them. And the idea that you keep feeding Slim Shady with fame and all of the things that go along with it. And the songsll keep coming back out. So, its really kind of a trip. Its very surreal. Less performance than some of your recent videos but this is more cinematic and its more of a story through this journey. So, anyway. Call me back after you listen to this. Um, I sent the treatment over, read through it and get ready for some really long days. Later. Im done. Its a wrap. Uh, I never want to perform in these clothes again. Way too small. Im tryna go, like, quadruple X next time. So, these clothes are a fucking wrap too. Peace out. And goodnight. Give it up for him, folks. Thank you very much.3Embed

Fattest Skinny Kid Alive Lyrics To the Batmobile, lets go Yo, Manix man, Ima take this one kinda slow, alright? Welcome to the flipside Hope he can swim, cause if he cant, he gonna drown in a riptide Its pourin, plus the old man aint snoring Cause you gotta get up pretty damn early in the morning Cause Im slammin like Basketball Jones Slippin out chrome for messin with the break bones You suckers disgust me like low fat Gimme a bat and Ill show you where your heads at Tryna hit the row when you paddles, you little Boce I think you better stay home and eat your broccoli Cause you still got a long ways to go So you better step off, cause you picked the wrong Joe You aint ready to throw with the mighty man And dont forget about the rest of the band So you better get used to the shrine Cause Ill be rappin as long as I can write rhymes These rhyme like pottery To make you see so many stars, youd think you studyin astrology You wanted to live so tell about what you went through You couldnt cut the mustard if I gave you a Ginsu Quickly, step to the side cause Im coming through And do so much flippin, they call me W&W So how could you think you outdid me? While Im still gettin getaways quicker than a kidney Steppin to a rabbit is stupid when youre a turtle Did you know you couldnt even blow a rhyme in a circle Little kiddies are getting a bit too frolicky Throwing me rhymes more sorry than an apology Test me to talk Let me give it the proper operation that it needs So allow me to put a end to weak melody Need it for suckers like peanut butter and celery Friends in the zone with the words that I kick with ease like a Pekinese just like My more tooth than a sharp pair of shears And given that, I could love to chop to it You remember the day you rhymes with the fools Then youll know what its like to take a nosedive Beat by the fattest skinny kid alive! Aight, were gonna break it down for a second, and Ima catch my breath And Ima let Buttafingaz go off on a scratch for a minute Dude, Buttafingaz, when I give you the cue; come up with that funky-ass-diculous-dope scratch Go for it Yeah, let me show you how the big boys play Thinking bout us bustin out into the fat girl on a Wednesday While I grab the steel and put you through an ordeal So kneel before me or fear whos more real Ill make the best rhyme, look up Start flowin so much, Ill be in need of a maxi pad It went so fast, my penll yell at me Did so many drugs, my song will be a felony Howd he ever get the nerve to confront me? Well shit, thats what you get for being clumsy Get more steppin up, figure the competition I got more jerks in my basement than you have twitches Must you all get played out like Batman and bust by the Fatman And I takeover like a gossip Blowin em out so fast, I swear their name was Smooth as whipped cream but rough as a callous So Ima losing it, call me Mr. Malice With a soul intent for destruction One more hit for the Downstairs Productions The fattest skinny kid alive The fattest skinny kid alive The fattest skinny kid alive The fattest skinny kid alive3Embed

Talkin’ All That Lyrics Uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Were renegades Were renegades Hit me up, man! Bitch Im from the {nine}, yo hood aint no realer You the pussy ass nigga livin next to the killer Im the killer that moved out of the block And head back to the hood, when Im movin my rock You can find me, on a dark road, dark clothes Yay, in the console and God knows I make grip off blow Shit - I could get rich off blows My nation affiation pitch forks Ive chose What the fuck you gon do? We bang back hammers Im a six point star, in a gray bandanna Id die for this, nigga you rhyme for this Pussy I ride for this, and did time for this Thats why Im convinced you fear, that Im convicted 2 elevens in soaps, and some gangsta shit man Guess who gorillas leave tats infragments Two shots through your cabbage, and gas from Ca$h Pussy niggas always talkin that shit What you flaggin, who you bangin with? You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin with Pussy niggas talkin all that shit What you flaggin in your bangin whip? You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin with Tip our levels and scarce piece, a meal beast Well creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat Niggas scream Fuck me he lucky, when I blast it I left respect enough for an open casket Way to go Ca$his, boost up my ego Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle Folk of the century, rollin with peoples The omen the sequel, the more they will see you Close kin, molotov close to no skin His momma pretends that she doesnt know him Im the reason, for the whole Say No slogan Doped in folk and loced if provokin Got a brand new thing, with the scope in Leave your family, with the wake for hostin Ill collect enough snow, til my hands the Aspens Im the realest nigga round here, ask for Ca$his folk Pussy niggas always talkin that shit What you flaggin, who you bangin with? You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin with Pussy niggas talkin all that shit What you flaggin in your bangin whip? You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin with Loadin the cup folk, loadin it up tote Hang fire up I, choke from the gun smoke Thats on the boss mayn, my Nina Ross came Place gangbangers, into a coffin This is renegades, Rick not really paid Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed Full bricks of raw, nigga thats really weight While my workers foldin, now thats really cake Give it right back to em, watch it regenerate Im a degenerate black bandit, livin ape Niggas dig in they pockets like DJs dig in crates If you cuttin my profits, you gon in to dish some cake Heckler Koch and, glass and vodka Im the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch Fo thieve blow weed, plus sold O-Z Niggas never son me, I was born O.G. fo Pussy niggas always talkin that shit What you flaggin, who you bangin with? You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin with Pussy niggas talkin all that shit What you flaggin in your bangin whip? You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin with Ayo Alchemist! Lets play em some of that new Stat Quo shit, man!5Embed

Machine Gun Black Lyrics Yeah Yknow, Detroit and Buffalo are kinda like long lost cousins Thats why, to me, it makes sense Shady and Griselda Yknow, I felt like this before Nostalgia, bitch Just Blaze Uh, let the drum off quick Youngin runnin through that shortcut, he dump off blick Youngin dump off stick , I made one call, he slumped yall quick Nigga, theres room in the trunk, yall fit Ayo, this for my niggas on the bus takin up north trips SKS in the Dolce trench Dice game, mink to the floor, throwin trips Throwin bricks, bring me back eighty by the fifth Uh, look, jet fuel, blow a zip full Twenty racks, blue hundreds, thats a fistful I stand over that stove, whip that brick good Rap shit dont work out? Fuck it, my wrist good Ayo, just turned two to three and a half And its still fire, ate through the bag Gucci duffel with snakes on the bag I keep my grass shorter, Patrick No top Rocky, your shit boring Spark the Dutch, dump the ash on your foreign Up in Ace, snuck the four-four in If this was 98, I wouldve fucked Lauryn My dog lost a hundred bags and got a hundred more in Gave twenty to my lil niggas Break it all down, you get the bigger picture Elevator in my bitch house Shot the fuck nigga bitch house Went from the shells, knock the crib over This aint playing with you niggas Went from the shells, knock the crib over Bought a brick, nigga, gave me two bigs over Im the illest, I put that on my life A rap nigga blood, I put that on my knife The Dsquared2 jacket was lavender and white, eatin alligator bites Twenty racks, get a half a key tonight Ayo, connect got em half of the price Shoot it, aint hear shit, wasnt clappin it right, this the Passion of Christ Cause niggas wanna hang me Niggas out in Paris wanna paint me The four pound never on safety All these bad bitches want me lately Drop top like AZ Then I copped the Lam, who wanna race me? Yeah, back to back Lams, I let my bitch drive Think Im slippin, light six from the fifth fly Sticks got the trash bags and the zip-ties Sit it underneath the fan, let that brick dry Cookin fish like a fish fry Chrome eight hundred, thats the big guy Hit the nigga with the dummy brick Locked up in Ohio, me and money grip Fifty rounds back to back, let a hundred rip Nigga screamin like a bitch when his stomach hit, uh The nigga brains hit the ceiling Thank God for drug dealin Uh, in my aunt kitchen whippin Os up Uncle showed me how to make the stove jump Ayo, the shit jump like Zach LaVine Wore medium tan and Lo green My plug sniff the whole thing Thirty in his clip, youngin blicked the whole thing Thirty in his clip, youngin blicked the whole thing Embed

Nowhere Fast Lyrics Sandy Hook, Stoneman Douglas Another lone-wolf gunman Sometimes I dont know what this World has come to, its blowin up This whole country is goin nuts And the NRA is in our way Theyre responsible for this whole production They hold the strings to control the puppets And they threaten to take away donor bucks So they know the government wont do nothin And no ones budgin, gun owners clutchin Their loaded weapons They love their guns more than our children Shh, I think another one just entered in our buildin And well be— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Forget doin what youre told Were goin nowhere fast I feel sorry for this beat, sympathy pains for this track This road is takin me back Down memory lane with this rap I can still look out in this crowd, be wowed and be taken aback Im simply stating a fact I had Wembley Stadium packed But now were on a path headed to nowhere and fast Another terrorist attacks Like a tariff blows half of Madison Square up, alas We perish in the blast But that isnt scaring us, we pass Nowhere were fearless, cause were just— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old The skies are black, but our hearts made of gold Forget doin what youre told Fuck doin what youre told, act like a two-year-old is soon to go kaboom and blow Anyways; for MCs its a funeral When Im devisin this rhyme Cause Im awake and youre mourning Thats why I rise and I shine Like a new day has dawned on me Gusto, guts, bravado Nuts and plus I kick up dust and cuss a lot I musta got you in somewhat of a debacle Cause some stuff thats awful Really dont mean nothin although Theres a lot of I said in jest thats tough to swallow But if at times my heart it seems Like its in the wrong place, its probably cause its on my sleeve Keanu Reeves speed of life, avoid or veer Or just steer toward it, were only lookin forward But where were goin we have no idea Nowhere to go, but hysterical, its gettin warm in here I set the world on fire, was born to be an arsonist Just one spark and its lit But Ima still get dark on this Told you Id leave my mark on this —war machine But you forced me in a corner Im sure to have somethin for your rear And in the course of the assault as torture gets more severe Go to war with me, youll end up blew to Timbuktu I send at you a ten-ton nuke like Kim Jong-Un And end up ruinin your career But when all is said and done And at the end of my run, Ill just rewind clocks, forever young Make time stop, will I ever fall off? That day will never come Til the pine box, Im better than I ever was Til the bomb drops, hope it never does But Im not gonna sweat it cause This worlds screwed, its already And Im on top, so everyones just— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Were never lookin back and were never gettin old The skies are black, but our hearts made of gold Forget doin what youre told Hands up! Cause were goin no, goin no Goin no, goin no, goin no Goin nowhere You cant tell us nothin Hard-headed and were stubborn So, one ear and out the other When were young, were young Who knows what the future for us could hold Another shooter? Uh oh No more tomorrows, were done And all we are is— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old The skies are black, but our hearts made of gold Forget doin what youre told Were goin nowhere Goin nowhere Were goin nowhere fast5Embed

Trapped Lyrics Derty Harry is dead Im here to announce that Derty Harry is dead Now witness the life of his son, or Oil Can Harry, The Boss My life is trapped in these lines, that’s why I’m packin these nines I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin, that’s in the back of my mind Got a strap made of iron, can’t relax on this grind Bendin over backwards for these slackers til I’m snappin my spine Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers Lookin over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin like soda Hold up, we nothin but soldiers Slow up, this gun is loaded Roll up, they beef and we leavin ‘em coked up! If Slim say it, I spray it; if he will it, I kill it We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, yall can feel it Real as this gun on my waistline, at war we dont waste time Ja, man, he can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine We got Schoolcraft here at the 7, 8, and Dexter I’m up in Hollis spendin’ dollars, ain’t feelin no pressure Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha you flinch When Proof shoot up that coup and wet your whole clique Fuck it, whos next on this shit? This is breakfast time, bitch! When you brothers is stiff as slugs exit ya wig Youll be next to B.I.G., Pac, its destiny kid Before ya lid get popped, stop testin me, bitch! Homie, you think you tough? Think we wont fuck you up? Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip Talkin shit, you drunk? Think I wont fuck you up? We both deep, I aint scared and I dont give a fuck I aint fail no games, homie dont even try We aint bowin down to no one, we gon start a riot Heart of fire, soul of ice, roll the dice, see what you get No advice all my life, I aint leavin this bitch Im a man, Im holdin my ground, unloadin these rounds At any clown approachin my crown Ima keep it grimey, nothin but killas seen behind me Ima bully fully cuz your team is tiny If I was to crush you, God can’t save you; Bibles are nothin This rifle Im clutchin to leave you stifled on crutches, hah I fight for my cousins that aint even related Even Ill state it now, from life I leave you bleedin and faded Hatin made in my nature, Im clappin and clackin your captain Smackin faggots and act as a rapper with platinum status Ya liver flappin, Im slappin em backwards Half of these rappers status to shadders Knowin Proof and the Mathers has gathered an army Its Shady bandanas, after us the game is one Who in the matters get plain-fashioned brain damage The name that some forgot, D12 It aint hard to feel, guard ya grill, its real! Homie, you think you tough? Think we wont fuck you up? Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip Talkin shit, you drunk? Think I wont fuck you up? We both deep, I aint scared and I dont give a fuck 3Embed

Unreleased Songs LyricsA B Ballin Uncontrollably BANG by Conway the Machine C Celebrity by Lloyd Banks Cleanin Out My Closet  Cocaine Cut Back D Demon Inside Despicable Die Hard by Dr. Dre Difficult E Emulate Everything F Firecracker  by Soul Intent Fly Away From Olive Us to Olive U by Soul Intent Foolish Pride G Ghost Stories Give Me the Ball G.O.A.T. God Is Cleaning Out My Closet H Hello Good Morning by Diddy Hip Hop Hit Me with Your Best Shot I I Get Money Im Having a Relapse It’s Been Real J Jealousy Woes I by Soul Intent K L Listen To Your Heart Lose Yourself M My Name Is My Syllables N Nut Up O Oh No One-Handed Juggler by Soul Intent One-Handed Juggler by Soul Intent Our House P Q R Renegades by Bad Meets Evil S Still in the Bassmint by Soul Intent Stimulate T The Apple The Peoples Champ Things Get Worse Till Hell Freezes Over Topless by Dr. Dre Topless by Dr. Dre Troublemaker by Soul Intent Tylenol Island U V W Wee Wee Weed Lacer What If I Was Gay by Joyner Lucas X Y Z # 50 WaysEmbed

Richard Lyrics So, Just call me Richard, cause Im a dick Its also Richard cause I feel like you should Pry your fucking mouth up off of it I said just call me Richard, cause Im a dick You aint gotta be no detective to figure out Im a dick When I hold my privates to your first clue, Sherlock, prick! And I would like to introduce myse-self, surprise! Hi, its Ike bout to get my Ike on I come with a life supply of wife beaters And my Nikes on and a white tee over that iron mic Lookin fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite Come back as Spider-Man, park my Peter inside a dyke Bitch actin like she got fuckin higher standards than Meijers, right Had to pry her fingers off the mothafuckin Breyers ice cream With the pliers, like Ahh! only a ruthless bastard would do this Take a toothless bitch with no taste buds to Ruths Chris Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home, pick up two Big Bufords Scrupulous, girl, you got a nice pair, but youre plumb stupid! So when I pull up in that Benz, dont try to pretend you aint interested To impress your stupid ass friends and refuse to get in woman And get slammed on the ground and snap like a pool stick against cement If you sick of dick, pretend its a musical instrument You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow I can tell at first glance youre a ho cause your pants are so tight When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco Boy Im from Detroit city, you live in animosity Thats a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity Look where these random thoughts get me in senseless mind babble What me? Apologize? Thats just the way the rhyme unravels And I wouldnt fucking take it back if I time traveled! So, Just call me Richard, cause Im a dick Its also Richard cause I feel like you should Pry your fucking mouth up off of it I said just call me Richard, cause Im a dick You aint gotta be no detective to figure out Im a dick When I hold my privates to your first clue, Sherlock, prick! Just call me Richard1Embed

Atlanta on Fire Lyrics 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 a position to put all this 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 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 one of them not to tackle I got caviar wishes, box Chevy dreams CD covers, TV screens The booth or the block, might go to triple beam Imma make it right, hear me, 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 2Embed

I Feel Pretty Lyrics I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin So fuck I look like gettin back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it aint got medicine I got bars, sentencin Im a bad bitch, Im a cunt And Ill kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch, Im in the front You need a job, this aint cuttin it Nicki Minaj is who you aint fuckin with You lil Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know its tough But enough is enough I feel pretty, I feel pretty I feel pretty, and witty, and gay And I pity any girl who isnt me tonight I aint into S&M, but my whips off the chain A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fucking pencil for a frame You dont like it then peel off, bitch Every last woman on Earth Ill kill off, and I still wouldnt fuck you, slut So wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God Ill piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tie-rod Quit hollering Why, God? He aint got shit to do with it Bygonesll never be bygones, so wont be finished swallowing my wad I aint finished blowing it, nice bra Hope itll fit a tough titty, bitch, lifes hard I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my fucking face and called me a fucking tightwad So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealing my music, so I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod! The moral to the story is, lifes treating you like dry sod? Kick it back in its face, my God Its Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd But dont ask why, bitch I feel ugly, I feel ugly Slut dont touch me, or hug me, Im mad And I pity any girl who gets with me tonight You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? Im the motherfucking boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my niggas getting buck, overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis Raggedy Ann, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches calling me Manning Eli I hear them mumbling, I hear the cackling I got em scared, shook, panicking Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill, mannequin All you lil faggots can suck it, no homo But Imma stick it to em like refrigerator magnets And Im crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look whos back again, bitch, keep acting as if You had the same passion that I have, yeah, right Still hungry, my ass, you assdicks had gastric bypass Aint hot enough to set fire to dry grass And bout as violent as hair on eyelids but eyelash! Go take a flying leap of faith off a fucking balcony fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nickis worlds clash, its meets I feel pretty, I feel pretty I feel pretty, and witty, and gay And I pity any girl who isnt me tonight4Embed

1997 Freestyle Live at Wetlands, NYC Lyrics Everybody, duck down, all you hear is the sound Of Slim Shady spittin rounds at the Lyricist Lounge What year is this now? I dont know, I forgot All I know is that Id die for pot, make the cypher hot Smoke weed and fuck up my life a lot Give me the money now, bitch Did you want to see your wife or not? Fore I stab her wit this knife I got I got a sci-fi plot like a science fiction flick that Im a hit you wit I got the Outsidaz up in this bitch Peace to Thirstin Howl, A.L. and Wordsworth My mother smoked crack, I had a premature birth Im just a nerd cursed wit badly disturbed nerves Who wanna step to this and get served first? Ninety-nine percent of aliens prefer Earth So Im here to rule the planet, startin wit your turf I hid a secret message inside of a word search Wit smeared letters, runnin together in blurred spurts Rappers cant fuck wit me, it hurts worth When they get abolished, polypsll murk worse Wrote a secret message inside of a word search Wit smeared letters, runnin together in blurred spurts Rappers cant fuck wit me, hollerin, Nurse, nurse You said this shot would numb it, bitch, it just hurts worse Rappers cant fuck wit the way that I spit it, lyrical lit it Now you did it when I committed, get his rhymes out here Off the top of the dome wit a popular poem Fuck a team, I can stop you alone Rappers dont understand it1Embed

Ski Mask Way Lyrics the opening begins at the end of the previous track Get Low Remix! Yeah, Im tryin to catch me somethin A little jux or somethin Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly You wan spray at me? Go head; the last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled til he died Your lil sister callin me stupid, reason why? Her and your mama in the living room now, hogtied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I cant wait Got a brand new cig in that ol 38 I be schemin to put a lil bread on my plate Watch and dress shirts, stomp through a hole in the cake I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day You thought I really want it, you pussy? Bitch, please This is stashhouse, jackpot, there go them kis My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna Im serious ,man, Im so sincere This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffreys career Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, yeah! Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, the ski mask way Make money, make money, money, money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money, money, money Whos that peepin in my window? Wow! The feds on me now They know when Im sleepin, they know when Im wake I know they got my phone tapped, Im screamin Fuck Jake! Im tryna stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA? Now that sounds great I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy, waitin to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me five-hundred apiece for two MACs Then Im back doin me, back out on the spree Catch me and niggas slippin out, pumpin that D Get me a little crew, Ill have em pumpin for me The more product I take, the more paper we see Change my name, in NY, they dont know where I be Yeah, a nigga doin dirt, but a nigga lowkey Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, the ski mask way Make money, make money, money, money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money, money, money {gun cocks - BLAM!}2Embed

Hip Hop Lyrics Cmon! I still remember the Hip Hop Shop days All I ever wanted was to get props, stop, raise A couple eyebrows to s-s-s-send shock-shockwaves Through the underground, b-b-but not like this This is when the shit g-g-g-got-got crazy I was in the studio with the Doc-Doc Dre-zy Thats all I remember fore the shit got-got hazy And we made a song called M-m-my Name Is And it skipped right over hip-hop, and the hip-hop stations Top forty on radio, the kid got famous He made it, but this was j-j-just not the way this Was supposed to go, Im afraid to say this, but—5Embed

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 Oh-oh, oh-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 Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre! They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my! You aint got to tell me why youre sick cuz I know why I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love LA Cuz over and above all, its just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again Ill be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Driving around with a smashed front end Lets cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado The hell if I know Do I want leather seats or vinyl Decisions, decisions garage looks like precision collision Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-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, mister elephant tusk Fix your musk, youll just be another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers son 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 Missed the cut the lady give a eighty-some paper cuts Now picture us Its ridiculous you curse at the thought Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as 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 heres the signal Of the bat symbol The platinum duos back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-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 sorta like pourin Drano down a live volcano You never know whatll happen next, it may blow Same thing happens to the beats when Dre blows I talk shit, but my dicks long as my payroll I get ass like a ball player, but Im a boss player Pimpin hoes from here to Australia Till I get heart failure Look at ya half of yall, all scared Other half, hands up in the air, like Awww yeah This is our year, this is what you call sheer talent But I think at this point its just obvious Fierce, they say my musics good for all queers Cuz I make your ear ring, get it?, piercin all ears Call us the Mafia, we got the fucking mob here Gimme the hate and Ill feed off of yas all year Shit, Im just doing my job here You dont want no problem, do ya? Fuck it, Ill even crack a bottle for ya So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-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

Steppin’ On To The Scene Lyrics Eat em Every time I come back, I’m putting the mask on my head Beat the sons of a bitches so hard that they forget where they’re at I ain’t saying the same thing every time I attack Damn, I just got whooped by a new jack A New Jack, may be new, let me jack this a few the fact Of an experience lack I just ignore em Take my energy and store it Who want decided to get brave Then I pour it, pour it On his ass Like milk over a wilted plant Constantly tromping in and around To get paid again I drink beer So, you better steer clear ’Cause I steer and smear The crip who interferes Ripping a bastard up in less than a minute Let’s get hunked by a truck Suck a straw with answers in it Suckers are dropping in the back that I stood I can rhyme while I’m puking and it would still sound good Even when out of gas I’m pulling rhymes from my ass You wont be think as fast enough to talk through the glass Rain rhymes, you performed a song that you regret While my money is due, so I can let through the exit And lets get hangin at Part of me’s so bad ’Cause I prefer to leave a blur When I stirred your ass Runyon Ave, stepping up on to the scene Chaos Kid, stepping up on to the scene Manix, stepping up on to the scene Buttafingaz, stepping up on to the scene Vitamin C, stepping up on to the scene Delirious D, stepping up on to the scene Checkmate, stepping up on to the scene Reese The Piece, stepping up on to the scene5Embed

Unrealistically Graphic Lyrics Girl I got to have you and its driving me insane I just want to make love until our bodies engulf in flames Cant you see that I just want the chance to be your fantasy And if you give me just one night thats all I need to make you mine Ive got divas sleeping at my house like a lodge Cause after one massage, I hit them with a barrage of flesh they cant dodge My garage and driveway are filled with parked cars to the street from visitors who didnt survive me One night stand of loosey-coochie, dying in my animal house with my neighbors like John Belushi I talk dirty to nuns until theyre horny as Satan, and keep them running back there like Walter Payton Here ya go, heres my number yo, dial M&M for Murder if you wanna undergo A hard days night and we can get on it I pack a full load, and I do ya like laundry Cause I believe that all bad girls must get spanked So come gank the clank, and well go clackety-clank And youll be permanently added to my collection So I suggest you feed the dogs in front of the lawn before ya check in Girl I got to have you and its driving me insane I just want to make love until our bodies engulf in flames Cant you see that I just want the chance to be your fantasy And if you give me just one night thats all I need to make you mine See, I may be a youngster but baby I can do the pullup for ya Physically delirious so get your butt over Cause like Whitney Ive been saving all my love for you So roll out the the great taste of Pepsi, and get ready for Mountain Dew! Heres a cause looks can be deceiving If you look into my eyes youll be perceiving a sexual demon And dont measure me in just 12 inches, since its essential to make you suffer a bit, So lets put our heads together, well come up with something Jimmy Deans are like raw cut, youre cookin, so Grab the meat, at a place thats dirt cheap for such a delicacy Youll be royalty to me if theres loyalty to me baby Yeah maybe I get this sweaty and salty Well get in that heavy-duty bucket I aint using protection, I aint Vanilla Ice, I want the satisfaction! Girl I got to have you and its driving me insane I just want to make love until our bodies engulf in flames Cant you see that I just want the chance to be your fantasy And if you give me just one night thats all I need to make you mine All Im asking for is one night And in the heat of the moment, your pants dropped and I do my best work at night So after seven I cant stop, once I kiss you youll be wanting me really bad And how you feel without the natural aphrodisiac Ill getcha hot rap getcha hot graduate flooded with anxiety Shouted, Oh have mercey like, Yeah, put it inside of me! And once I begin to dig and make that hole twice as big you cant renege Ive got nymphos to where they cant stand sex Cause Ive ended up stretching their muscles like Spandex Watch em squirm like a worm the entire term Get a firm grip, aim for the eye and shoot sperm! And all the action got the capability for excitement But the night aint done yet, till we reach enlightenment So, yo... do you think you can handle it? Girl I got to have you and its driving me insane I just want to make love until our bodies engulf in flames Cant you see that I just want the chance to be your fantasy And if you give me just one night thats all I need to make you mineEmbed

Bizarre Lyrics Shit, dawg. Ha-ha-ha! I just told him. The motherfucker that he goin too far wit this shit. Hes doin that crazy ass shit he talkin, nigga. Uh, what..? What crazy ass shit? Nigga, dont act like you dont know youre a group member, motherfucker. You know that nigga talk that crazy ass shit; he goin too far, nigga! You talkin about the shit? Yeah, thats... Shut up, nigga you dont... I mean, its sweet. It aint bad. ...that dawg, you be talkin about how you like Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bizzy! Bring yo fat ass over here. Nigga, come here! Liquid Xanax and shit. Kick that shit in here.. Wanna kick some shit man? Turn the radio down dog, turn the radio down a little bit. My girlfriends in the Olympics, shell be running track meets Im lying, shes a paraplegic, she eats with her feet The fuck you laughing at? Shell be here next week In a black Jeep, with 2 other handicap freaks Yeah nigga! Haha! That shits dope man. Thats some crazy ass shit! That was some crazy shit, dog! Hey, you probably about to get killed nigga! Thats the shit man! That was crazy. That was crazy as hell to hear that shit! Thats what make us tryna kill you! Thats what the fuck I keep talkin about! I always got something for Embed

Get Straight Lyrics Shady Aftermath Whoo Kid, lets go 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 This that trailer park hood shit Yelawolf, DJ Paul, lets go Crack that .40 out the gate Yeah motherfucker get straight If a motherfucker got shit to say Crack that fucker in the face Get straight , now get straight Yeah motherfucker get straight There aint a motherfucker got shit to say Cause well set this bitch off out the gate My beer bottle is ice cold Drunk falls like Im blindfold Head busting them Xanax Im a wild cracker that might blow Got duct-tape on light pole In a big cup like a Psycho No need for that codeine, no need to lean in my Chevy Hit high-beams on tight road Yelawolf is a psycho Sling Blades and renegades they operate at my shows You talked up, you couch much, Fuck blood stains on the T-shirt Im famous I dont buy clothes Bouncing all in them mosh holes Intercorse like a rhino Killin shit now get a grip like handlebars on the vinyl In the woods or a porch I couldve been Hollywood in a condo Practice with that Glock 9 you see them stop-sign holes Slumericans, lets go Going in it right now Yelawolf, DJ Paul Famous Stars & Straps Bowties, Alabama Stand up! Crack that .40 out the gate Yeah motherfucker get straight If a motherfucker got shit to say Crack that fucker in the face Get straight , now get straight Yeah motherfucker get straight There aint a motherfucker got shit to say Cause well set this bitch off out the gate Straighten up like a light pole Straighten up like a seat back when you see that P-I-G dash On the corner waiting fuck get back when you been drinking that bottle Laying down on that throttle, here they coming now oh no Im all night partying, till my bodys in, shock and Ill be in, overload Im la-dee-dahing, I dont care about much at all, Ive got too much money Im in a Ferrari and, woke up in a new Bugatti and, threw up in a Pinto I dont got to Give me the best MC Ill body him Let him drown in his little bitty fish bowl Are they gonna run up and say, pussy can I get a hit, Ill let you get a hit by the 2 mil like a rope torn of a mixtape One, two, then boil three I put CDs and MP3s to make OGs look like You better put a mint fresh on a patty belt if you want some head If you aint a rapper still you better put a grill in front of that bye bye cig Bitch Im a hungry hippo Fuck em all, like a nympho They can suck my valvoline from a pile of beans Drive this bitch in a ditch Im filthy rich but Im Dollar at cheaa, haller at cheaa Yall already know what the fuck it is Fuckin nuts in here right now Slumerican Shady, , lets go Crack that .40 out the gate Yeah motherfucker get straight If a motherfucker got shit to say Crack that fucker in the face Get straight , now get straight Yeah motherfucker get straight There aint a motherfucker got shit to say Cause well set this bitch off out the gate2Embed

Bring Our Boys Lyrics Emceeeeeeees, RUN! Or get hit with my verbal gun! This mic weighs a ton! Dozen battles for fun Ill disrespect you and your crew Here comes MC Eye-Kyu! Your fakeness is atrocious Post this deep in yo hypnosis Then focus, roll this and smoke this Like Ls of that bomb-ass herb thats guaranteed to rock bells A hip-hop ReFugee like Prazwell Travellin cities pimpin Babblin biddies game trump tight to solidify Computerized to get rid of spies - know what I do to guys Shootin and spittin lies? Im banishin existance Just vanish any instances, brandishin sentences Provin repentence is the only way to see me, dont miss these Me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves Never bammer bitch please, but keep smoke in my system Roll blunts- its all tight On a off night, I still smoke like exhaust pipes And bust a universal flow to blow your wig back Like niggas with toupees drivin a convertible And furthermore I run the board Yo shit is played And the way you fell off, you couldnt bounce back with a bungee cord Bring your boys and, we can bring the noise and You dont wanna fuck with Dirty Dozen! My crew is like amazed, put in fear like ex-slaves Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they BRAVE? Dozen always startin the fuckin beef I dont give a fuck if you from Kansas, Im still the fuckin chief Back the fuck up Im releasin my dum-dums Tell your whore stop pagin me, 9-1-1 Im a star that they call Bizarre Smokin blunts with Mel Farr in my brand new car What nigga in their right mind wanna see me? If I was in Arizona, Id still request iced tea Bizarre dont give a shit about you On top of the mountain - aint nuttin your bitch-ass crew can do Sick MC that they call Peter Treat your crew like an unexpected meter reader Talkin more shit than Howard Cosell Butt-fuckin jezebels in nasty hotels How you think yo crew sound compared to this? Its the team that yo entire clique is scared to diss Demandin attentions when the Glock sound Yall niggas to be murdered like Jeffrey Dahmers on lock down Im Brown like Bobby, pullin hoes like Whitney Take your title, kill your moms- so you wont forget me Lips sealed; nigga, I might blow important plots Whoever front is gettin done like Michael Jordan pops Yo Im number one translator, mic famed Dirty D Yall niggas gettin hung like this was 1933 Got word of me- now flee, cause you aint got a chance Death is three easy steps, so now we gotta dance So look away; dont play with the style master I love killing beef, so I kill a whole cow pasture Lyrically, Im sick ill, everything but sober My nickel-plate, pack the disc-tray Jack and fool get fucked over - BRING IT! Dirty Dozen is the clique so walk right over and lynch ya Rip the ass right out ya pants like a Doberman Pinscher Like the cobra and ninja, my intentions to injure And prevent ya from enterin from an inch of my center Or get your motherfuckin pants split at the creases Fuckin you intellectually Givin you mental sexually transmitted diseases My duty is to keep a stranger barred I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard and this aint your yard Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger Droppin your whole clique with one finger til none linger Beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of Great Danes Chargin like freight trains through the great plains Embed

Collapse Lyrics {Gunshots} 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath The Dream team We gotta get the get well cards Niggas is sick Feel this {gunshots} Motion picture shit Hahaha! Now dont think I wont hit you cause Im popular I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya Catch you slipping Ima give you what I got for ya My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you Homie, you aint been through what I been through You not like me And Im not like you Im like an animal with it, when I spit it, its crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas trying to play me One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom, the kid start feeling woozy I write my life You write what you see in gangsta movies Im gangsta to the core, nigga, you cant move me I find my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spit shells through your convertible Lotus you notice Rich or poor, hollows still go through your door This is war You scared of me, you not prepared for me, the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that Yeah, I know you like that Green Lantern, Shady Records, Anger Management Tour Homie, homie, homie... yeah!Embed

W.T.P. Lyrics Yow, Supa Dups Yuh nuh see a Vybz Kartel ah represent Eminem doh Gyal ah spin dem waist like rims Man a wave dem hand When dem see the Kartel dem see the Gaza don, and oh Better watch out now cause here we come So erbody come on get up on the floor now And grab someone Eminem, you ah the boss, but mi ah the dadz Di club ago tun up, dem put the Gaza pon the ads The thugs inna the white Toyota strap up wid di mags Six pack unda mi sweater, but mi nah talk bout nuh abs Mi nuh play like likkle Ze inna the City of Gods Pull up inna di club, mi sharper dan a scissors Gyal ah offer menage a trois and three sums and blowjobs In condom, fi safety like pistols in holsters Corey, ah our building so the ground cyan turn off Street Vybz and champagne and Red Bull and Smirnoff High grade Popcaan roll out and light and burn off Notnice frass a seh teacha gi mi one of your laugh Aha-ah, pimpin seh me is di World Boss Every liquor in di building we drink and floss off Till di thugz dem eye purple like BB broadcast And ah seh badmind cyah stop wi, we have di last laugh Now you can do this on your own but everyone knows That no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Aint nothin but a white trash party Street Vybz a raise, high grade a blaze Drop di bomb gyal, Al Qaeda ways Weh di yaad gyal weh, di yaad man deh? Kartel ah have a badman party Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head Mix up the Street Vybz, Overproof di white di red And tomorrow, Ill probably still be too high to get outta bed Nuh probably, di way mi frass mi deevn recognize ma mama Mixin Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta Suh mi fling offa santa wid a thirty-two spanner -ta, missed the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders So quit tryna play the wall like you Paul, and Mi ah di hero, di Dancehall Marcus Garvey They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin Cause as soon as they throw on some R. Kelly, I start ballin Mi dash weh money pon di gyal dem, mi nuh business But Im not throwin ones, fives, tens, or even twenties Im throwin quarters, nickels, dimes, mi ah throw nannies Man, I do this for them bunnies up at Dennys from the North, East and west But when it comes to them trailers in them South Parks Muffle it, cause, homie, that hoods tighter then Kennys So, ladies, if your belly buttons not an innie, then Im outie Now jump inna di S-class wid Addi Come on Now you can do this on your own but everyone knows That no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Aint nothin but a white trash party Street Vybz a raise, high grade a blaze Drop di bomb gyal, Al Qaeda ways Weh di yaad gyal weh, di yaad man deh? Kartel ah have a badman party Now whether youre black, white or purple, if youre misunderstood But you dont give a fuck, you werent doin shit that you should Long as you know youre up to evil and youre no damn good Get on the floor, man, and rep your hood Now you can do this on your own but everyone knows That no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Aint nothin but a white trash party Street Vybz a raise, high grade a blaze Drop di bomb gyal, Al Qaeda ways Weh di yaad gyal weh, di yaad man deh? Kartel ah have a badman party Embed

8 More Miles Lyrics Yeah. 50 Cent. Lloyd Banks. Tony Yayo. G-Unit This rap shit plays a major part in my life So if you jeopardize it I got the right To send a mothafucker at you tonight G-Unit And I aint stopping till my clique popping, swimming in barrels of money Ma could walk around with her head up cause her child aint a dummy Its funny, niggasd rather see you suffering and hungry Im comfy as hell skating with another niggas money You lying your ass off, you know you aint that tough Im pulling your mask off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, a piece of the game, boy Artillery thats about as long as a chainsaw By the way, man, this feels like Ive been dreamin Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feeling my semen The physical presence of a female in the forms of a demon Thats why I fuck em and leave em, get my nut while Im breathin Cause they thought theyd catch me slipping, now Im ducking and driven Thats a thousand dollar outfit, what the fuck is you rippin? You tripping, no record could get my ass in position Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen With probable cause, its probably sending out to prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards You can take me out the hood But cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke Your friends and your enemies they love you, they love you Cheche, get the Yayo Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail Cheche, get the Yayo Picture me being crack You can sniff me, cut me, Ill turn you to a junkie Im the number one seller in the whole fucking country Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane Ill smuggle, Im nothing but trouble Ill make your money double, cook me in baking soda Ill turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover Ill pay all your bills and fill your frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards You trying to move more birds N PA all day, on the corner of Third, nigga what? You can take me out the hood But cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto Picture me polishing pistols, Im coming to get you The shells hit you, you screamin Think Im playing? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols, lets get it popping Start wavin my emboies, shell cases get to dropping If death is around the corner I got too much pride to hide Im outside, gun in my pocket, just stunting, no stopping Im dying to pop it, Im young and Im restless You know my contestants As the world turns, theres lessons to be learned Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons Im ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish I told you before Hoes, they compliment me now like, 50, nice chain Bellagio, twenty grand of chips at a dice game Burn out, cant stop, gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga, you see me I wonder if you mad cause Im doing good Or cause niggas feeling me more than you in your own hood And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back Cause they know you just rapping and you dont bust a gat You pussy Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood, nigga. They know you fucking fronting, nigga. Talking like gangstas on a record. I see you, nigga. Niggas know me, nigga. Ask around in my hood, nigga. Read the Daily News, nigga. You see them talking about me, nigga. Im in the middle of all kinds of shit. Pussy, lets get it popping1Embed

Hard Act to Follow Lyrics Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeah, what the fuck Outsidaz, we be a hard act to follow We be a hard act to follow We be a hard act to follow Yeah, baby Hard act to follow Ha, yeah So come on and come on So come on and come on So come on… Yah Yah And I’ve been black balled and outlawed like 2Pacs posse Still no cops, the neighborhood watch could stop me I’m like Selassie driven in a Dodge Jeep The God’s peace while i civilise Rahs beef Unbelievers fall in 2000 leavers Landing more needles than the route of all evil Dom perignon, henny Outsidaz, cause we all scary Shells Buried from in hell’s very Skunk glary, my 51 Chevy, guns near me Squatting on the wheelie with them truck jewelery Come on You got a big mouth, when you rap I whip my dick out And mouth-slap you and make you kiss my out tattoo And leave you with wet stains until you bleed red rain And for the next days you’ll need fucking X-rays for your chest pains The Outz splurging for drinks, so I bought a round Fuck the quarter pound, bitch, we lock this corner down In a fact, you’ll be robing in a black pea coat I’ll eat gold and flip the remote while you main bitch do me a deep throat And word is raw since we all can’t get along til I’m dead and gone Yall gon all get shitted on Come on now We be the hard act to follow We the hard act to follow We be the hard act to follow We the hard act to follow Follow! A hard act to follow Outsidaz, come on! Azz-Iz high as space high You blonders state side, take sides And get ate like steak fries Unwise guys stuffed with televised lies Till headaches buy size Blood sung: sci fi Off the wet pep, I need dregs and take lives The raw rasta, bang harder and breaks the boxer Flows aqua, spada, lada void cutta Burn ‘em, rip the infrared gutta And the horror the terror for ya pappa sick and bye bye Send a chopper, die before ya reach the doctor C’mon! Its tha iza mashtons I ya wanna hit your ass kicked, just hit the av and pick ya stash with sixty bags and Get this fucking filling craft and get the matches I smoke more than 50 chimney hatches Im never quick to passin I smoke and choke off Simon split this pattern Rip-o-matic, tris-o-matic Shit, Ive had it, get the average nigga blasted In a half a second, Slang the Fattest on a record And check it, I aint half this racket till that ass get naked Settle for cash and slap, kid, pass the necklace Product of espionage Piss drunk on pepsi and Scotch Sticking my fucking foot up a lesbians crotch while pedestrians watch Gangsters bow down to a mightier villian There might be a million outsidaz Hiding on the side of your building Say goodbye to your children Notify your next to kin Bring some extra men If anyone on your team expects to win The effects of gin made me a smart ass with a bossy mouth Six bouncers had to come and toss me out some coffee house It aint a riddle After you flat line in the hospital While Im in the middle row at your funeral wake Fucking your widow Someone call the nurse and tell her to strap me down I need a harness I bleed bizarreness Spitting blood like Kisses lead guitarist Now who be yappin‘ ‘bout they shit the bomb With them stife-ass tricks you tryna sell nickles for dimes Boys, I’m that bitch Chump change be 6 digits Doing remixes for all them R and B bitches Ya motherfuckin‘ rosters Be filled with imposters Digga not fresh like Lil Kim singin‘ gospel ‘Cause we be the tightest in this whole rap race You get your contract cancelled like Homeboys In Outer Space Come on We be the hard act to follow We the hard act to follow We be the hard act to follow We the hard act to follow Follow! A hard act to follow Outsidaz, come on!1Embed

Bad Meets Evil Lyrics Im bout to, Im bout to scare these kids Im bout to scare these kids Im bout to scare these children Aight, my name is My name is, my name is Slim Shady, Slim Shady Arsonist, blocking a fire hose where the nozzle is Go to hospitals, steal the blood that tests positive Take it home, pour it in a cup and drink lots of it Trying on your mothers clothes, trying to get these bras to fit When she comes home, Im waiting in the closet With a knife, hiding so quiet, shell probably hear the faucet drip All my life, Ive been a foster kid So if I die an early death, suicides gon be the cause of it Who hard? Yo, I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which onell swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity Holds that of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the Devil, intelligence level Is hellier than treble peakin on speakers in the ghetto Dismissal, Im not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist Interceptin missiles with my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life, when the Black Knight mounted the white horse Then one get at you, dash you in the back of a Chevrolet Spittin shit at you faster than your eardrum could ever play Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil We hit the trees til we look like Vietnamese people Hes Evil, and Im Bad like Steve Seagal Above the law cause I dont agree with police either We aint eager to be legal So please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle I breathe ether in three lethal amounts While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle Releasin rage on anybody in squeezin range Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezin rain Nah, I just want to shoot up And Im pissed off, cause I cant find a decent vein The disaster with dreads, Im bad enough to commit suicide And survive long enough to kill my soul after Im dead When in danger, its funny, actually my flavors similar to a waiter Cause I serve any stranger with money I fade a hundred, man, until they joint chains While slippin bullets at point-blank range like they was punches I got a lot of ego; I got knowledge peeking out of my cerebral now that I got people locked and rock evil While still on the beat, I hit you in your ribs so hard to think its just a touch to the floor, while youre still on your feet Im blazin emcees, at the same time amazin emcees Somehow, emcees aint that eyebrow-raisin to me Destroying the track, un-employing the whack, exploring the facts while my man Eminem is withdrawing from crack crying I just love him, I just love him... I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? Im the one who burned your house down Well, Im out now And this time, Im comin back to blow your house up And I aint gon leave you with a window to jump out of Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms And you wont see me, like fat people in steam rooms And when I go to hell and Im gettin ready to leave Ima put air in a bag and charge people to breathe You see this is what happens when Bad meets Evil And we hit the trees til we look like Vietnamese people Hes Evil, and Im Bad like Steve Seagal Against peaceful, see you in Hell for the sequel See you in Hell Slim Shady, Royce da 59, Wall Street Yeah, see you in Hell for the sequel Doc Seuss, yeah Meets Evil, Im Bad, yeah2Embed

Chance to Advance Lyrics Pah pow! Straight off the coral Now the Dirtiest street vet from the Mile Incest without the Texas six-shooter Body-bullet polluter Perverted intruder Now who the fuck wanna buck with the disease Thats diss eased I got a bitch named trigger My main squeeze will make your brain freeze Dirty D. is dope like cane trees Remain eased Maintain chill status with no pause Hug slugs hit your cabbage And turn your dome to coleslaw My only thought of survival before my arrival Im jumpin out on niggas like Im 5-0 Smack em up like a pack o trifle and fly hoes Any opportunity to mangle I never pass up Fuckin your clique with broomsticks Face down ass up Dirty Dozen packin the shit To turn your chest red With that dick in your mouth, fuckin everything you just said Yeah yeah bitch Comin to a block near you is Dirty Dozen Nasty like a stank slut bitch with 30 husbands When I was five I was already fuckin And playin X-Rated cassettes With Teddy Ruxpin I used to walk up and down the block cussin Locked in youth homes at 6 for Glock bustin I grew up with knot ballers who got dollars Shot callers with guns and rottweilers By any means necessary Im on a killing spree Its the devil in me Intoxicated with wild Hennessy Beware life aint fair and I dont care Cher braids my hair while her kids are in day care Two blunts and Im out for lunch Youre worse than Im a sugar pie honey bunch Diss Bizarre Kid, that aint the answer Youre more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat with fuckin cancer Heres your chance to advance Get in your stance I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Heres your chance to advance Get in your stance I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Heres your chance to advance Get in your stance I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Heres your chance to advance Get in your stance I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Locked in the studio boy I dont wanna mingle Smokin LSD workin on Lou Roffs new single Whos the big guy thats quick like Sugar Ray Fuck Calgon bitch Bizarre might take you away Give up the pussy, cuz I know youz a freak Replacin your hamster in a week Cuz my crews gots to eat Date rapin anorexic girls in my beat up car Hold up, Bizarre! Youre takin that shit too far! But I cant stop cuz my will aint there Bust a nut and dump that bitch in Lake St. Clair Your mistakes aint rare Your rap style annoys You rhyme like a bitch, plus I cant stand your voice Bitch you suck, you whack as fuck Eat a dick, you need a brick upside your dome We be the clique runnin you down in carloads Leavin you smashed on tar roads Flat line like bar codes Put up your guard hoes Im blazing heat the way we speak Not even Nike could cover these amazing feats Burning rappers eternally Internally and externally For half steppin like one-legged fraternities Quick draw McGraw B.K.A. Eye-kyu Puttin something inside you Leavin holes that I see right through For anyone obstructing my view My order of attack These slugs to your chest thatll blow your heart out your back Makin sure you get fed with a whole lot of lead Then throw you off of the Ambassador Bridge And scream DROP DEAD Largely Im out to stack equations Without a tax evasion With mossy thats amazin All the same like black and asian My pack evasion attack a stage and roll plush like a Cadillac I wish your fleet would try to battle rap Would make a man bleed Like a cattle pack stampede Frontin cosign my hands bleed Think they recognize like Sam Sneed My drug aint dispose ya Fold ya couldnt Another classic closure The death master out to blast ya My team run shit from the deep East Side Down to Lasher, past the - norm My group swarm Molest the children of the corn Dirty D til infinity now bring it on Heres your chance to advance Get in your stance I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Heres your chance to advance Get in your stance I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Heres your chance to advance Get in your stance I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Heres your chance to advance Get in your stance I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants You motherfuckers can die Ayo, I shake the world, yes yes, yes yesEmbed

My Conscience Lyrics Meet Eddie, twenty-three 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 mothafuckin conscience! Thats nonsense Go in, gaffle the money and run to one of your Aunts 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! Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch Can you afford to blow this shit, are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? Man dont do it, its not worth it to risk it Not over this shit, drop the biscuit Dont even listen to Slim yo, hes bad for you These voices, these voices, I hear them And when they talk, I follow, I follow I follow, I follow all these voices 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 bail 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 breathing (Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheating While you at work shes with some dude trying to get off Fuck slitting her throat, cut this bitchs head off!) Wait, what if theres an explanation for this shit? Alright, Shady, maybe hes right Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, 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? Whats wrong? Didnt think Id remember? Uhh-ahh, temper, temper Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK Coming straight outta Compton, yall better make way How in the fuck 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 fuck it, what am I saying? Shoot em both Grady, wheres your gun at?2Embed

Filthy Lyrics Fucks fat ass, nasty dirty niggas, uhhh FILTH, shit! Fuckin filth! Yeah LA LA LA, la la la la, la LA! Ayo, my style bust holes in the earth, crush the crust By the dirtiest, heathen specialize in stoppin breathin My legionll bleed man, what do you believe in? Make your grill swell, it aint hard to tell I work spells, all wicked like Gargamel Put hand first, the red bursts another victim Nah man, let the morgue pick em Cancel the hash shit, Im fillin my glands full of acid Two hands full of ass dancin with Angela Bassett Make plans for the casket, your head lands in a basket A dead mans in the plastic, I got red hands and the mask fits Fuckin rap pervert, I serve dirt My sick thoughts get all mixed up like rainbow sherbert Get every nerve hurt - spot a mic and walk toward it My whole clickll beat yo fuckin ass and camcord it Somebody hide me, too many hoes on my dick Smoked all your Hay, who wants to start the Crucial Conflict? Im the big daddy smokin blunts in Cali Ill enough to do a driveby on a stay in school rally Stop stop knockin cause aint nobody there Hoes with AIDS I still fuck BARE! Cause I, I just dont care Ill enough to fuck up, all yo dental care When Bizarre kid comes through, you better yell mayday While you was havin Good Times, I +dyno-mite+ Kujo and J.J HAHA, yeah yeah bitch! I get helmet from stank crackheads And read my kids horror stories when I lay em to bed Ridin bikes butt-naked, gettin frisked by policemen FUCK Christmas - this is take your gift season Beatin kids up for no reason, take lunch boxes and all Gettin high off mushrooms and play, A Friendly Game of Dodgeball BITCH! YEAH! Aiyyo.. Youre battlin the Dirty Dozen, that dont pay You god damn right punk, stay outta my wayEmbed

’97 Bonnie and Clyde Lyrics Baby, your Dada loves you And Im always gonna be here for you No matter what happens Youre all I got in this world Id never give you up for nothin Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me I love you Come on, hey, hey, we going to the beach Grab a couple of toys and let Dada strap you in the car seat Wheres mama? Shes takin a little nap in the trunk Oh, that smell? Dada mustve runned over a skunk Now I know what youre thinkin; its kinda late to go swimmin But you know your mama; shes one of those type of women That do crazy things, and if she dont get her way, shell throw a fit Dont play with Dadas toy knife honey, let go of it And dont look so upset, why you acting bashful Dont you wanna help Dada build a sand castle? And Mama said she wants to show you how far she can float Dont worry about that little boo-boo on her throat Its just a little scratch, it dont hurt Her was eating dinner while you were sweepin And spilt ketchup on her shirt Mamas messy, isnt she? Well let her wash off in the water And me and you can play by ourselves, cant we? Just the two of us Just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us See, honey, theres a place called heaven and a place called hell Theres a place called prison and a place called jail And Dadas probably on his way to all of em, except one Cause Mamas got a new husband and a stepson And you dont want a brother, do ya? Maybe when youre old enough to understand a little better Ill explain it to you But for now, well just say Mama was real, real bad She was being mean to Dad and made him real, real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on timeout Sit back in your chair, honey, quit trying to climb out I told you its okay, hey hey, you wanna ba-ba? Take a night-night? Na-na-goo-goo gah-gah Her make poo-poo ca-ca? Dada change your didee Clean the baby up, so I can take a nighty-nighty Your dadll wake her up as soon as we get to the water 97 Bonnie & Clyde: me and my daughter Me and my daughter Me and my daughter Just the two of us Just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us Wake up sweepy head, were here Before we play, were gonna take Mamafor a wittle walk along the pier Baby, dont cry, honey, dont get the wrong idea Mamas too sweepy to hear you screaming in her ear Thats why you cant get her to wake, but dont worry Dada made a nice bed for Mommy at the bottom of the lake Here, you wanna help Dada tie a rope around this rock? Well tie it to her footsy, then well roll her off the dock Ready now? Here we go, on the count of 3: 1, 2, 3, wee! There goes Mama, splashing in the water No more fighting with dad, no more restraining order No more step Dada, no more brother Blow her kisses buh-bye, tell Mommy you love her Now well go play in the sand, build a sand castle and junk But first, just help Dad with two more things out the trunk Just the two of usEmbed

Numb Encore Lyrics Sh-sh-sh-shady Aftermath, haha G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha Ive become so numb Can I get an encore Do you want more Ive become so numb Can I get an encore Do you want more Ive become so numb Can I get an encore Do you want more Get your ass up for the doctor One more time, get your ass up for the doctor Come on now, here we go Cliff hanger, its another club banger Got you hangin on the edge of your seat Get on down Times up, games over, you lose, I win bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year, next phase, begin Look whos got you goin crazy again Im a trend, I set one every time Im in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means your something that we already had But once youre gone, you dont come back, too bad Youre off the map now, radar cant even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin Sit and observe, listen, youll learn if you pay attention Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond World-wide, were on the charts with a bullet and still climbin Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need yall to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time When Dr. Dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk Crunk, crunk, crunk And when 50 cent says jump, you get on one foot and jump Jump, jump, jump, jump The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it I dont gotta promote it for you to know that doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin off the henges We aint showin off, we just goin off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off Who the fck is Doc impressin? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record We gon have this mutherfcker hoppin in a second Thats why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasnt for rap to bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Grace the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the cape crusaders And leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic And we can play the back and forth all day Like the hot potato game, thats why we came to First we came here to set this party off right Lets bounce tonight Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise Ive become so numb So for one last time I need yall to roar One last time I need yall to roar Every step that I take is another mistake to you And every second I waste is more than I can take Ive become so numb I cant feel you there Ive become so tired so much more aware Im becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Ive become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go Its no secret, everybody know When Dres involved, theres plenty money involved And plenty honeys involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, everyday its just another party from the valleys All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, lets rally Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You could catch me in the studio bangin out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker So never say never cause Shady Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the-the Doc No one could do it better We tear the club up and leave without a strand of evidence and uh Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need yall to roar Ive become so numb So for one last time I need yall to roar One last time I need yall to roar2Embed

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Ghost Stories Lyrics Uh-huh Uh-huh Yo, alright Yo Im possessed by evil demons that torture me while Im sleeping I keep dreaming of death and Im hearing people screaming The Devils spirits trapped inside me and I want it out Im on the couch, bleeding to death in a haunted house With both of my wrists slit, Im lifted up in the air And suspended in animation like someones holding me there I feel somebodys cold hands wrapping around my neck While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes Tripping over ODd bodies of dead lushes Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red slushes Doors open and close by themselves, books fly off shelves Curtains catch fire, the house melts My skin blisters and sticks together like twin sisters The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adams apple Two cups of holy water and Im looking at em half full But as soon as I go to touch em they turn into red rum It got silent, then all these voices said Come Follow me into the gates of Hell I heard em yell, Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel! I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother Covered in dry blood, head still dented from the shovel I said, I need a room so I could try to get some rest She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess And told me Thats just for starters Satanll be in to see me later to see if Im interested in being partnersEmbed

Breathe Lyrics Big up to all the Brooklyn massive crew Some they pay no mind, but now them notice Blu So take your ones, your fiftys, put your hundreds to your shoes And to my fans, you know I love you To the top we be chargin Im not leavin till someone stops rockin All the soldiers come back and start marchin And I see myself sellin in black market You say you love, say you love me But youre never there for me, yeah, mmm...hmm... Youll be cryin, slowly dyin When I decide to leave, oh, oh All we do is make up Then break up Why dont we wake up And see? When love hurts It wont work Maybe we need some time alone We need to let it breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Youre only lonely when your homey Aint got a ride or no loot, yeah, uh-huh Then comes the drama Some other girl is claimin shes goin out with you, hmm...hmm... All we do is make up Then break up Why dont we wake up And see? When love hurts It wont work Maybe we need some time alone We need to let it breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Summer, spring, winter and fall I realize, love dont love me anymore Im still walkin out that door Waitin for a cure I wish that you could love me more And give me what Im lookin for You used to be the one I adore But now it seems Im just not sure Maybe we need some time alone So we can just breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Hey... hey... hey... hey... Let it breathe, yeah Oh... oh... breathe ..Embed

Green & Gold Lyrics What would it take to push a man Far enough to put something material over a human life? What would drive someone completely over the edge To do some shit like that for green and gold? I done filled my lungs up with so much of this crack smoke My necks bloated, my TECs 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 white collar worker in clean cut Walked up to him, hes like What? What you mean What? You know what time it is man At your next stop gimme that Rolex watch With that diamond wristband Got his green and his gold dashed and climbed in his van To steal it and seen a man holding 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 and 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 fuck 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 kill 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 Selassie 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 3Embed

Power 92.3 Freestyle Lyrics Come in spittin, with not writtin, 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, so I die like River Phoenix When Im chillin with Phoneix, with two Coronas Im on the microphone and Im a own this Yo, and Im a bone this in Arizona Yo, rappers that aint able That cant stay stable, Im on two turn tables 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, yo, Im an adult, kid But, yo still, Slim Shady gets ill with the skill And Im a always bill and kill, my babys mama Just to piss the world off, just to piss the girls off Yo I earl off The top of the building, kill women and children And then it hit me Suddenly my wrists tried to slit me Couldnt believe it, yo, yall cant 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 motherfucking, D Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haha-ha-ha Yo, yo Slim ShadyEmbed

Eat It Lyrics Sixteen years old and completely unstoppable Cant be dropped so Im considered undroppable Step my way and you must be insane Dont come near me if you dont like pain Suckers keep talkin and I just about had it This is my game and Im the best at it I write the rules and Im the best in my division I win by a knockout, never decision Dont even try it punk, just forget your wish Unless you like to eat fish and dont fuck with this Silly suckers talkin trash is one thing I cant stand You wanna talk trash, go be a garbage man Cause Ill treat you like garbage, throw your ass away So you better start breaking out before you get taken out My rhymes are like food because you always need it But, yo, you wanna bite it punk? Ill make you eat it Any emcee that wanna be like me Stop wishing then come back to reality You dont have what it takes, too many mistakes Im sorry to tell you but those are the breaks With the brains of a scientist and the rhymes of a poet Dont tell me that Im good because I already know it Never has there been someone with this much potential Always pack a mic because its simply essential Using the microphone as a murderous weapon Put it to my mouth and all the suckers are steppin Dont try to play me out, because Im not a game Now that Im on the scene, things are gonna change Dont ask me to battle if we have, well youll lose it Dont pick up a mic, you dont know how to use it The mic is not a toy, and Im not a little boy If youre thinkin bout laughin, remember Im the one employed This is not a band and were not a bunch of singers Its MC Double M and DJ Butter Fingers Now because of his name, that dont mean he slips Two is called a duo and this song is called a hit Now just because Im good that dont mean Im conceited If thats impression you got, Im sorry you were misleaded Whenever theres a battle, naturally I win it It dont take but a minute til the sucker falls in it All it takes is once for you to step to me and Now you better pick what hospital youre gonna be in But thats not the point, what the point Im tryna make is You talk behind my back and thats where your mistake is But this song is not about you, aint what Im tryna say Talkin bout myself is a better subject anyway But now its time to say peace, we stated the facts Double M, Butter Fingers, the New Jacks What? Bro just fuckin talk it up, jus— Okay! Motherfuckin bitch Here you go I, I, I, I, I Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-di-da-da Is the beat goin?3Embed

I Can Be Lyrics Cause I can be calm I can be cool, I can be rude I can do whatever you want me to do, whatever you want Me to be I can be it, whatever side You want me to show you, just let me know and Ill let you see it I got a college degree at bein a prick if you push me Wont hesitate to stick my dick in you pussies, so however you want it You got it, you can get it any way you like it Whichever way you prefer it, cause we serving it however you want it Bitch However, whoever, anytime Whenever, whatever, Im coming with 9s or better Ill put two in your medulla oblongota Then walk around this bitch worry-free like hakuna matata Gettin grimey aint a thing, boy, Im used to the drama I take beef to the extreme, I shoot at your mama Man, these faggots done make me lose all my patience I got all kinds of guns for all occasions Got rap niggas runnin like Walter Payton Hit em with the full matic, have em Harlem Shakin Hop on the phone, make a call to satan Let him know that you comin, so when you get there my dogs is waitin Ill rob you then thank ya, blast you and shank ya Even your mansll be like, Now that niggas gangster I dont give a fuck who you with or who you get cause Im a lunatic and you a bitch Cause I can be calm I can be cool, I can be rude I can do whatever you want me to do, whatever you want Me to be I can be it, whatever side You want me to show you, just let me know and Ill let you see it I got a college degree at bein a prick if you push me Wont hesitate to stick my dick in you pussies, so however you want it You got it, you can get it any way you like it Whichever way you prefer it, cause we serving it however you want it Bitch Im king kong, I got I aint never scared on my ringtone, thats my theme song 44 with the beam on, if my niggas got drama Im that shoulder to lean on Helluva coming thrugh with that soldier fatigue on at they door like DING DONG Show em the beef on and once its on, there no fixing it, my killas do this shit For fun, I cant tell em Dont get in it dont run up on ya whip, put a whole clip in it I tell em I owe him one, hell tell me dont mention it. You scared to come out, thats alright We goin take shifts and shoot up your house all night. Pop four about yo bushes an unload on yo ass Leave you layin on the street with a hole in yo ass buss a few a come back an run over yo ass If you think a nigga loony you just dont know the half Cause I can be calm I can be cool, I can be rude I can do whatever you want me to do, whatever you want Me to be I can be it, whatever side You want me to show you, just let me know and Ill let you see it I got a college degree at bein a prick if you push me Wont hesitate to stick my dick in you pussies, so however you want it You got it, you can get it any way you like it Whichever way you prefer it, cause we serving it however you want it Bitch Anytime you ready, I could while out or I could be calm an deadly, Im like oh dog an menace Like tom an belly, Im a cross between jason saddam and freddy. Tougher than leather, Beretta Tuck under the leather, extended clip, make it seem like im bussin foreva. When an got me 3 bananas And I stuck em together. Leave a motherfucker sick like he under the weather, niggas be like my man sweet You cant beat him at rappin , they be like you wrong as hell, when I see him Ill slap him To be honest I aint into all that battle rap shit, I got something on my hip You could battle that bitch? itll lift you off your feet an make you acrobatic Tell a joke an ask a nigga what you laughin at bitch? He aint know he could get clapped For that shit go to jail an tell a judge that nigga asked for that shit Cause I can be calm I can be cool, I can be rude I can do whatever you want me to do, whatever you want Me to be I can be it, whatever side You want me to show you, just let me know and Ill let you see it I got a college degree at bein a prick if you push me Wont hesitate to stick my dick in you pussies, so however you want it You got it, you can get it any way you like it Whichever way you prefer it, cause we serving it however you want it Bitch2Embed

Eminem LyricsProjects:1996:• Infinite: November 12th, 1996↗1997:• Slim Shady EP: December 16th, 1997↗1999:• The Slim Shady LP: February 23rd, 1999↗2000:• The Marshall Mathers LP: May 23rd, 2000↗2001:• The Marshall Mathers LP: Tour Edition: August 20th, 2001↗2002:• The Eminem Show: May 26th, 2002↗2003:• The Singles: December 23rd, 2003↗2004:• Encore: November 12th, 2004↗2005:• Curtain Call: The Hits: December 6th, 2005↗2009:• Relapse: May 15th, 2009↗ • DJ Hero: Renegade Edition: October 27th, 2009↗ • Relapse: Refill: December 21st, 2009↗2010:• Recovery: Junе 18th, 2010↗2013:• The Marshall Mathers LP2: Novembеr 5th, 2013↗ • The Marshall Mathers LP2 : November 5th, 2013↗2014:• Eminem Vs. DJ Whoo Kid: Shady Classics: November 22nd, 2014↗2017:• Revival: December 15th, 2017↗2018:• Kamikaze: August 31st, 2018↗2019:• The Slim Shady LP : February 22nd, 2019↗2020:• Music to Be Murdered By: January 17th, 2020↗ • Music to Be Murdered By: Side B: December 18th, 2020↗Singles:1988 Drops:• Pooh Butt Day: 1988↗1990 Drops:• Mic Check, One, Two: 1990↗ • Rock Your World: 1990↗ • Purple Pimp Saga Bellbottom Pants: 1990↗ • Vanilla Vs. Hammer: 1990↗ • Studio Lines: 1990↗ • We’re Rockin Babe: 1990↗ • Steppin’ On To The Scene: March 3rd, 1990↗ • Fattest Skinny Kid Alive: March 3rd, 1990↗ • Under New Management : March 3rd, 1990↗1991 Drops:• Artificial Flavor: 1991↗1992 Drops:• Unrealistically Graphic: September 14th, 1992↗ • One-Handed Juggler: September 14th, 1992↗ • Conceptual Corrections: September 14th, 1992↗ • Soul Intent: September 14th, 1992↗1994 Drops:• Crackers And Cheese: 1994↗1995 Drops:• Fuckin’ Backstabber : February 25th, 1995↗ • Fuckin’ Backstabber: February 25th, 1995↗ • Biterphobia: February 25th, 1995↗1996 Drops:• Dumpin’ : 1996↗ • Radio Freestyle: 1996↗ • Open Mic: February 17th, 1996↗ • Infinite: November 12th, 1996↗ • W.E.G.O. : November 12th, 1996↗ • It’s O.K.: November 12th, 1996↗ • Tonite: November 12th, 1996↗ • 313: November 12th, 1996↗ • Maxine: November 12th, 1996↗ • Open Mic: November 12th, 1996↗ • Never 2 Far: November 12th, 1996↗ • Searchin’: November 12th, 1996↗ • Backstabber: November 12th, 1996↗ • Jealousy Woes II: November 12th, 1996↗1997 Drops:• Drastic Measures : 1997↗ • Freestyle Live at Wetlands, NYC: 1997↗ • Rap Olympics: 1997↗ • Desperados: 1997↗ • Slim Shady : December 6th, 1997↗ • Low Down, Dirty: December 6th, 1997↗ • If I Had...: December 6th, 1997↗ • Mommy : December 6th, 1997↗ • No One’s Iller: December 6th, 1997↗ • Murder, Murder: December 6th, 1997↗ • If I Had : December 6th, 1997↗ • Just Don’t Give a #?@! : December 6th, 1997↗1998 Drops:• The Farm Club : 1998↗ • The Wake Up Show Freestyle: 1998↗ • XL Show Freestyle: 1998↗ • 3hree6ix5ive : 1998↗ • We Shine : 1998↗ • 5 Star Generals: 1998↗ • Just the Two of Us: February 12th, 1998↗ • Fuck Off : August 18th, 1998↗ • 12 Minute Freestyle: August 20th, 1998↗ • Record Store 1 : August 20th, 1998↗ • My Name Is : August 20th, 1998↗ • Record Store 2 : August 20th, 1998↗ • Verse 1: August 20th, 1998↗ • Nicole : August 20th, 1998↗ • Brain Damage : August 20th, 1998↗ • Ariel: August 20th, 1998↗ • Verse 2: August 20th, 1998↗ • Brenda: August 20th, 1998↗ • I’m Shady : August 20th, 1998↗ • Jesse: August 20th, 1998↗ • Guilty Conscience : August 20th, 1998↗ • Junko: August 20th, 1998↗ • Verse 3: August 20th, 1998↗ • Cock Massage: August 20th, 1998↗ • Scary Movies : August 20th, 1998↗ • Taj Mahal: August 20th, 1998↗ • Trife Thieves : September 1st, 1998↗ • The Half-Time Show Freestyle: September 23rd, 1998↗ • Just Don’t Give a Fuck: October 13th, 1998↗ • Green & Gold: November 10th, 1998↗1999 Drops:• Phone Tap Freestyle: 1999↗ • Mancow : 1999↗ • Freestyle: 1999↗ • Pick It Up : 1999↗ • Any Man : 1999↗ • Eminem Freestyle : 1999↗ • Watch Deez: 1999↗ • DJ Fashion Freestyle: 1999↗ • My Name Is: January 25th, 1999↗ • ’99 Tim Westwood Freestyle: February 1999↗ • Public Service Announcement: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Guilty Conscience: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Brain Damage: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Paul: February 23rd, 1999↗ • ’97 Bonnie & Clyde: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Bitch: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Role Model: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Lounge: February 23rd, 1999↗ • My Fault: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Ken Kaniff : February 23rd, 1999↗ • Cum on Everybody: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Rock Bottom: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Soap : February 23rd, 1999↗ • As the World Turns: February 23rd, 1999↗ • I’m Shady: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Bad Meets Evil: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Still Don’t Give a Fuck: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Hazardous Youth: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Greg: February 23rd, 1999↗ • Kurt Loder Car Freestyle: March 13th, 1999↗ • Hustlers and Hardcore : March 23rd, 1999↗ • The Anthem : May 14th, 1999↗ • 1999 Tim Westwood Freestyle: May 27th, 1999↗ • Bad Guys Always Die : June 15th, 1999↗ • Get You Mad: June 15th, 1999↗ • Turn Me Loose : June 22nd, 1999↗ • Busa Rhyme : June 22nd, 1999↗ • The Last Hit : August 24th, 1999↗ • Stir Crazy : September 21st, 1999↗ • Nuttin’ to Do: October 1st, 1999↗ • Scary Movies: October 1st, 1999↗ • Dead Wrong : October 26th, 1999↗ • My Fault : November 2nd, 1999↗ • Bad Influence: November 2nd, 1999↗ • The Watcher : November 16th, 1999↗ • What’s the Difference : November 16th, 1999↗ • Forgot About Dre : November 16th, 1999↗ • If I Get Locked Up : December 7th, 1999↗2000 Drops:• Fuck You: 2000↗ • Tim Westwood Freestyle: 2000↗ • Serious: 2000↗ • Rap City Freestyle : 2000↗ • Freestyle : 2000↗ • I Remember : 2000↗ • Rush Ya Clique : January 18th, 2000↗ • Get Back : April 18th, 2000↗ • The Real Slim Shady : April 18th, 2000↗ • The Real Slim Shady: April 23rd, 2000↗ • Fat Beats : April 25th, 2000↗ • Marshall Mathers : April 25th, 2000↗ • Curtis : April 25th, 2000↗ • Freestyle : April 25th, 2000↗ • Man With Van : April 25th, 2000↗ • Carry Out : April 25th, 2000↗ • Freestyle : April 25th, 2000↗ • Rex : April 25th, 2000↗ • Criminal : April 25th, 2000↗ • Mimi : April 25th, 2000↗ • Brenda : April 25th, 2000↗ • Public Service Announcement 2000: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Kill You: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Stan: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Paul : May 23rd, 2000↗ • Who Knew: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Steve Berman : May 23rd, 2000↗ • The Way I Am: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Remember Me?: May 23rd, 2000↗ • I’m Back: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Marshall Mathers: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Ken Kaniff : May 23rd, 2000↗ • Drug Ballad: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Amityville: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Bitch Please II: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Kim: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Under the Influence: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Criminal: May 23rd, 2000↗ • The Kids: May 23rd, 2000↗ • Off the Wall: July 11th, 2000↗ • The Way I Am : August 15th, 2000↗ • The Slim Shady Show Freestyle: September 16th, 2000↗ • The Real Slim Shady : October 19th, 2000↗ • Quitter: December 1st, 2000↗ • Just Rhymin’ with Proof: December 1st, 2000↗ • Don’t Approach Me : December 12th, 2000↗2001 Drops:• Basket Case Freestyle: 2001↗ • Still Number One: February 2001↗ • Stan : February 23rd, 2001↗ • What the Beat : February 27th, 2001↗ • Freestyle: April 2001↗ • What If I Was White : May 22, 2001↗ • Purple Pills: June 5th, 2001↗ • Shit Can Happen: June 19th, 2001↗ • Pistol Pistol: June 19th, 2001↗ • Ain’t Nuttin’ But Music: June 19th, 2001↗ • American Psycho: June 19th, 2001↗ • Fight Music: June 19th, 2001↗ • Blow My Buzz: June 19th, 2001↗ • Devils Night: June 19th, 2001↗ • Steve Berman: June 19th, 2001↗ • Revelation: June 19th, 2001↗ • Girls: June 19th, 2001↗ • Shit On You: June 19th, 2001↗ • Words Are Weapons: June 19th, 2001↗ • These Drugs: June 19th, 2001↗ • Purple Hills: June 19th, 2001↗ • The Way I Am : August 20th, 2001↗ • Stan : August 20th, 2001↗ • Renegade : September 11th, 2001↗2002 Drops:• Power 92.3 Freestyle: 2002↗ • Eminem’s Basement : 2002↗ • Whoo Kid Freestyle: 2002↗ • Rock City : January 5th, 2002↗ • Hellbound: April 22nd, 2002↗ • Drips: May 21st, 2002↗ • Without Me: May 21st, 2002↗ • When the Music Stops: May 21st, 2002↗ • Curtains Up : May 26th, 2002↗ • White America: May 26th, 2002↗ • Business: May 26th, 2002↗ • Cleanin’ Out My Closet: May 26th, 2002↗ • Square Dance: May 26th, 2002↗ • The Kiss : May 26th, 2002↗ • Soldier: May 26th, 2002↗ • Say Goodbye Hollywood: May 26th, 2002↗ • Paul Rosenberg : May 26th, 2002↗ • Sing for the Moment: May 26th, 2002↗ • Superman: May 26th, 2002↗ • Hailie’s Song: May 26th, 2002↗ • Steve Berman: May 26th, 2002↗ • Say What You Say: May 26th, 2002↗ • ’Till I Collapse: May 26th, 2002↗ • My Dad’s Gone Crazy: May 26th, 2002↗ • Curtains Close : May 26th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: Lil’ Tic vs B-Rabbit: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: Lily’s Lullaby: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: Sweet Home Alabama Freestyle: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: 313 Cypher : September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: The Lunch Truck Battle: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: Lyckety-Splyt vs B-Rabbit: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: Lotto vs B-Rabbit: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: B-Rabbit vs Papa Doc: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: B-Rabbit vs Supa Emcee: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: D’Phuzion vs B-Rabbit: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: Marv Won vs B-Rabbit: September 8th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: Maurice Grant vs B-Rabbit: September 8th, 2002↗ • My Name : October 1st, 2002↗ • Lose Yourself: October 28th, 2002↗ • Love Me: October 29th, 2002↗ • 8 Mile: October 29th, 2002↗ • Rap Game: October 29th, 2002↗ • Rabbit Run: October 29th, 2002↗ • Stimulate: October 29th, 2002↗ • Invasion : November 2002↗ • The Sauce: November 21st, 2002↗ • Nail in the Coffin: November 21st, 2002↗2003 Drops:• Hit ’Em Up: 2003↗ • Funk Flex Interlude : 2003↗ • Wanksta : 2003↗ • Superman : January 27th, 2003↗ • Patiently Waiting : February 6th, 2003↗ • Don’t Push Me : February 6th, 2003↗ • Go to Sleep: February 18th, 2003↗ • The Conspiracy Freestyle: April 15th, 2003↗ • Hail Mary: April 15th, 2003↗ • Doe Rae Me : April 15th, 2003↗ • 911 : April 15th, 2003↗ • Scary Movie : May 13th, 2003↗ • Freestyle : May 20th, 2003↗ • Bump Heads : July 7th, 2003↗ • Nigga : July 15th, 2003↗ • She’s the One: July 29th, 2003↗ • Shit Hits the Fan : September 23, 2003↗ • Lady : September 23, 2003↗ • Hands on You : September 23, 2003↗ • We All Die One Day : September 23rd, 2003↗ • One Day at a Time : November 11th, 2003↗ • Bump Heads - DJ Green Lantern Version: December 23rd, 2003↗ • Business : December 23rd, 2003↗ • Sing for the Moment : December 23rd, 2003↗ • Lose Yourself : December 23rd, 2003↗ • Cleanin’ Out My Closet : December 23rd, 2003↗ • Without Me : December 23rd, 2003↗ • Without Me : December 23rd, 2003↗ • Guilty Conscience : February 23rd, 2003↗ • My Name Is : December 23rd, 2003↗2004 Drops:• Armaggedon : 2004↗ • 2004 Tim Westwood Freestyle: 2004↗ • Shade 45 Freestyle: 2004↗ • My Band: March 14th, 2004↗ • My Salsa: March 14th, 2004↗ • I’m Gone : March 30th, 2004↗ • Git Up: April 27th, 2004↗ • Loyalty: April 27th, 2004↗ • Dude : April 27th, 2004↗ • 6 in the Morning: April 27th, 2004↗ • How Come: April 27th, 2004↗ • Leave Dat Boy Alone: April 27th, 2004↗ • Get My Gun: April 17th, 2004↗ • Bitch: April 27th, 2004↗ • 40 Oz.: April 27th, 2004↗ • American Psycho II: April 27th, 2004↗ • Keep Talkin’: April 27th, 2004↗ • Slow Your Roll: April 27th, 2004↗ • Welcome to D-Block : June 22nd, 2004↗ • Warrior, Pt. 2 : June 29th, 2004↗ • Just Lose It: September 28th, 2004↗ • Mosh: October 26th, 2004↗ • Canopy Freestyle: October 30th, 2004↗ • I Like A Girl Freestyle: October 30th, 2004↗ • Encore / Curtains Down: November 9th, 2004↗ • Curtains Up : November 12th, 2004↗ • Evil Deeds: November 12th, 2004↗ • Never Enough: November 12th, 2004↗ • Yellow Brick Road: November 12th, 2004↗ • Like Toy Soldiers: November 12th, 2004↗ • Puke: November 12th, 2004↗ • My 1st Single: November 12th, 2004↗ • Paul : November 12th, 2004↗ • Rain Man: November 12th, 2004↗ • Big Weenie: November 12th, 2004↗ • Em Calls Paul : November 12th, 2004↗ • Spend Some Time: November 12th, 2004↗ • Mockingbird: November 12th, 2004↗ • Crazy in Love: November 12th, 2004↗ • One Shot 2 Shot: November 12th, 2004↗ • Final Thought : November 12th, 2004↗ • Ricky Ticky Toc: November 12th, 2004↗ • Soldier Like Me : December 12th, 2004↗ • Black Cotton : December 12th, 2004↗2005 Drops:• Fuck Whoo Kid : 2005↗ • Count Down : 2005↗ • Shittin On Em Skit : 2005↗ • Get Off My Nuts : 2005↗ • Sadapop : 2005↗ • Interlude : 2005↗ • We Ain’t : January 18th, 2005↗ • GATman and Robbin : March 3, 2005↗ • My Ballz: May 24th, 2005↗ • Ass Like That: June 7th, 2005↗ • Lean Back : June 14th, 2005↗ • Anger Management: June 28th, 2005↗ • Hip Hop : June 28th, 2005↗ • Renegades: July 29th, 2005↗ • Pimplikeness: August 9th, 2005↗ • Drama Setter : August 30th, 2005↗ • Pale Moonlight : September 1st, 2005↗ • Welcome 2 Detroit : October 11th, 2005↗ • Intro : December 6th, 2005↗ • FACK: December 6th, 2005↗ • Shake That: December 6th, 2005↗ • When I’m Gone: December 6th, 2005↗ • It Has Been Said : December 20th, 2005↗ • No More To Say : December 27th, 2005↗2006 Drops:• Freestyle: 2006↗ • Touch It : March 7th, 2006↗ • Skit: April 11th, 2006↗ • There They Go : July 28th, 2006↗ • Fuck Obie : August 12th, 2006↗ • Public Service Announcement: August 12th, 2006↗ • Eminem & DJ Whoo Kid Skit : August 12th, 2006↗ • Sada Pop : August 12th, 2006↗ • Smack That : September 26th, 2006↗ • You Don’t Know: November 7th, 2006↗ • Shady Narcotics: December 4th, 2006↗ • We’re Back: December 4th, 2006↗ • The Re-Up: December 4th, 2006↗ • Jimmy Crack Corn: December 4th, 2006↗ • Public Enemy #1: December 4th, 2006↗ • Shake That : December 4th, 2006↗ • No Apologies: December 4th, 2006↗2007 Drops:• Step Right Up: 2007↗ • Jimmy Crack Corn ): March 6th, 2007↗ • Pistol Poppin’ : May 22nd, 2007↗ • Touchdown : July 3rd, 2007↗ • Peep Show : September 11th, 2007↗2008 Drops:• I Kissed a Boy: September 17th, 2008↗ • Eminem Freestyle: September 23rd, 2008↗ • Live On Shade 45: September 23rd, 2008↗ • Live On Shade 45 Outro: September 23rd, 2008↗ • I’m Having a Relapse Freestyle: October 16th, 2008↗ • Who Want It : November 11th, 2008↗2009 Drops:• Crack a Bottle: February 2nd, 2009↗ • We Just Came to Party : March 17th, 2009↗ • We Made You: April 7th, 2009↗ • 3 A.M.: April 23rd, 2009↗ • Dr. West: May 15th, 2009↗ • My Mom: May 15th, 2009↗ • Insane: May 15th, 2009↗ • Bagpipes from Baghdad: May 15th, 2009↗ • Hello: May 15th, 2009↗ • Tonya: May 15th, 2009↗ • Same Song & Dance: May 15th, 2009↗ • Medicine Ball: May 15th, 2009↗ • Paul: May 15th, 2009↗ • Stay Wide Awake: May 15th, 2009↗ • Old Time’s Sake: May 15th, 2009↗ • Must Be the Ganja: May 15th, 2009↗ • Mr. Mathers: May 15th, 2009↗ • Déjà vu: May 15th, 2009↗ • Beautiful: May 15th, 2009↗ • Steve Berman : May 15th, 2009↗ • Underground: May 15th, 2009↗ • Careful What You Wish For: May 15th, 2009↗ • My Darling: May 19th, 2009↗ • Eminem Freestyles on Tim Westwood | 2009: May 27th, 2009↗ • Briefcase Joe : June 4th, 2009↗ • Rap City Freestyle: June 12th, 2009↗ • Chemical Warfare : July 7th, 2009↗ • The Warning: July 30th, 2009↗ • Forever: August 27th, 2009↗ • Rock the Bells : September 23rd, 2009↗ • 2009 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3 : October 10th, 2009↗ • Psycho : November 9th, 2009↗ • Beautiful : November 25th, 2009↗ • Elevator: December 15th, 2009↗ • Hell Breaks Loose: December 15th, 2009↗ • Buffalo Bill: December 21st, 2009↗ • Taking My Ball: December 21st, 2009↗ • Music Box: December 21st, 2009↗ • Drop the Bomb On ’Em: December 21st, 2009↗ • Drop the World : December 28th, 2009↗2010 Drops:• Rondell’s Beat Tape : February 16th, 2010↗ • Off The Dome Freestyle: February 18th, 2010↗ • Despicable: April 27th, 2010↗ • Airplanes, Pt. 2 : April 27th, 2010↗ • Not Afraid: April 29th, 2010↗ • Cold Wind Blows: June 18th, 2010↗ • Talkin’ 2 Myself: June 18th, 2010↗ • On Fire: June 18th, 2010↗ • Won’t Back Down: June 18th, 2010↗ • W.T.P.: June 18th, 2010↗ • Going Through Changes: June 18th, 2010↗ • Seduction: June 18th, 2010↗ • No Love: June 18th, 2010↗ • Space Bound: June 18th, 2010↗ • Cinderella Man: June 18th, 2010↗ • 25 to Life: June 18th, 2010↗ • So Bad: June 18th, 2010↗ • Almost Famous: June 18th, 2010↗ • Love the Way You Lie: June 18th, 2010↗ • You’re Never Over: June 18th, 2010↗ • Untitled: June 18th, 2010↗ • Ridaz: June 18th, 2010↗ • Session One: June 18th, 2010↗ • Eminem Freestyles on Tim Westwood | 2010: June 30th, 2010↗ • Roman’s Revenge : October 30th, 2010↗ • Love the Way You Lie, Pt. II : November 12th, 2010↗ • Where I’m At : November 22nd, 2010↗ • That’s All She Wrote : December 7th, 2010↗2011 Drops:• W.T.P. : January 19th, 2011↗ • I Need a Doctor : February 1st, 2011↗ • 2.0 Boys: March 9th, 2011↗ • Writer’s Block : March 29th, 2011↗ • Fast Lane: May 3rd, 2011↗ • Welcome 2 Hell: June 14th, 2011↗ • The Reunion: June 14th, 2011↗ • Above the Law: June 14th, 2011↗ • I’m On Everything: June 14th, 2011↗ • A Kiss: June 14th, 2011↗ • Take From Me: June 14th, 2011↗ • Loud Noises: June 14th, 2011↗ • Living Proof: June 14th, 2011↗ • Echo: June 14th, 2011↗ • Lighters: July 5th, 2011↗ • Writer’s Block : August 9th, 2011↗ • 2011 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 7 : October 11th, 2011↗ • Throw It Up : November 21st, 2011↗ • Things Get Worse : November 28th, 2011↗2012 Drops:• Eminem : 2012↗ • Something From Nothing: Art of Rap Freestyle: 2012↗ • Richard : April 3rd, 2012↗ • Murder One : May 22nd, 2012↗ • Throw That : August 21st, 2012↗ • Our House : August 28th, 2012↗ • Asylum : August 28th, 2012↗ • Here Comes the Weekend : September 18th, 2012↗ • Numb : November 19th, 2012↗ • My Life : November 26th, 2012↗ • C’mon Let Me Ride : December 11th, 2012↗2013 Drops:• No Words : May 21st, 2013↗ • Symphony in H : June 18th, 2013↗ • Survival: August 14th, 2013↗ • Berzerk: August 27th, 2013↗ • Rap God: October 14th, 2013↗ • The Monster: October 29th, 2013↗ • Bad Guy: November 5th, 2013↗ • Parking Lot : November 5th, 2013↗ • Rhyme or Reason: November 5th, 2013↗ • So Much Better: November 5th, 2013↗ • Legacy: November 5th, 2013↗ • Asshole: November 5th, 2013↗ • Brainless: November 5th, 2013↗ • Stronger Than I Was: November 5th, 2013↗ • So Far...: November 5th, 2013↗ • Love Game: November 5th, 2013↗ • Headlights: November 5th, 2013↗ • Evil Twin: November 5th, 2013↗ • Baby: November 5th, 2013↗ • Desperation: November 5th, 2013↗ • Groundhog Day: November 5th, 2013↗ • Beautiful Pain: November 5th, 2013↗ • Wicked Ways: November 5th, 2013↗ • Don’t Front: November 5th, 2013↗ • Em360 Rapcity Backroom Freestyle: November 6th, 2013↗2014 Drops:• Calm Down : July 1st, 2014↗ • Twerk Dat Pop That : July 4th, 2014↗ • Guts Over Fear: August 25th, 2014↗ • Detroit vs. Everybody: November 11th, 2014↗ • Shady CXVPHER: November 11th, 2014↗ • Eminem, Paul Rosenberg Intro: November 22nd, 2014↗ • Freestyle #1: November 22nd, 2014↗ • Eminem Skit: November 22nd, 2014↗ • Eminem Skit: November 22nd, 2014↗ • Shady XV Shoutout: November 22nd, 2014↗ • Alchemist Freestyle: November 22nd, 2014↗ • Freestyle 2: November 22nd, 2014↗ • Eminem Skit: November 22nd, 2014↗ • Eminem Shady XV Outro: November 22nd, 2014↗ • ShadyXV: November 24th, 2014↗ • Psychopath Killer : November 24th, 2014↗ • Die Alone: November 24th, 2014↗ • Vegas: November 24th, 2014↗ • Fine Line: November 24th, 2014↗ • Twisted: November 24th, 2014↗ • Right for Me: November 24th, 2014↗ • Lose Yourself : November 24th, 2014↗2015 Drops:• Eminem Intro : 2015↗ • TV total Freestyle: March 25th, 2015↗ • Best Friend : April 14th, 2015↗ • Speedom : April 20th, 2015↗ • Phenomenal: June 2nd, 2015↗ • Kings Never Die: July 10th, 2015↗ • Eminem Sway In The Morning Freestyle: July 23rd, 2015↗ • Raw: July 24th, 2015↗ • All I Think About: July 24th, 2015↗ • Medicine Man : August 7th, 2015↗ • The Hills : October 11th, 2015↗ • Devil’s Night Intro: October 31st, 2015↗2016 Drops:• Rap on Steroids : March 29th, 2016↗ • Stolen Power: July 16th, 2016↗ • Kill for You : September 23rd, 2016↗ • Campaign Speech: October 19th, 2016↗ • Welcome To Planet X : November 11th, 2016↗ • Infinite : November 17th, 2016↗2017 Drops:• No Favors : February 3rd, 2017↗ • 2017 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 5 : October 6th, 2017↗ • Revenge : October 13th, 2017↗ • REVIVAL Voicemail: October 27th, 2017↗ • Walk on Water: November 10th, 2017↗ • Walk On Water/Stan/Love The Way You Lie : November 18th, 2017↗ • Untouchable: December 8th, 2017↗ • Believe: December 15th, 2017↗ • Chloraseptic: December 15th, 2017↗ • River: December 15th, 2017↗ • Remind Me : December 15th, 2017↗ • Remind Me: December 15th, 2017↗ • Revival : December 15th, 2017↗ • Like Home: December 15th, 2017↗ • Bad Husband: December 15th, 2017↗ • Tragic Endings: December 15th, 2017↗ • Framed: December 15th, 2017↗ • Nowhere Fast: December 15th, 2017↗ • Heat: December 15th, 2017↗ • Offended: December 15th, 2017↗ • Need Me: December 15th, 2017↗ • In Your Head: December 15th, 2017↗ • Castle: December 15th, 2017↗ • Arose: December 15th, 2017↗2018 Drops:• Chloraseptic : January 8th, 2018↗ • Nowhere Fast : March 11th, 2018↗ • Nowhere Fast : March 17th, 2018↗ • Caterpillar : May 3rd, 2018↗ • Stuff To Never Rhyme : July 6th, 2018↗ • Majesty : August 10th, 2018↗ • The Ringer: August 31st, 2018↗ • Greatest: August 31st, 2018↗ • Lucky You: August 31st, 2018↗ • Paul: August 31st, 2018↗ • Normal: August 31st, 2018↗ • Em Calls Paul: August 31st, 2018↗ • Stepping Stone: August 31st, 2018↗ • Not Alike: August 31st, 2018↗ • Kamikaze: August 31st, 2018↗ • Fall: August 31st, 2018↗ • Nice Guy: August 31st, 2018↗ • Good Guy: August 31st, 2018↗ • Venom: August 31st, 2018↗ • Killshot: September 14th, 2018↗ • Kick Off : November 30th, 2018↗2019 Drops:• Rainy Days : January 25th, 2019↗ • Guilty Conscience : February 22nd, 2019↗ • Guilty Conscience : February 22nd, 2019↗ • Guilty Conscience : February 22nd, 2019↗ • My Name Is : February 22nd, 2019↗ • Just Don’t Give a Fuck : February 22nd, 2019↗ • Just Don’t Give a Fuck : February 22nd, 2019↗ • Homicide : May 3rd, 2019↗ • Remember the Name : July 12th, 2019↗ • Bang : July 19th, 2019↗ • Bang : November 29th, 2019↗ • Lord Above : December 6th, 2019↗2020 Drops:• Premonition : January 17th, 2020↗ • Unaccommodating: January 17th, 2020↗ • You Gon’ Learn: January 17th, 2020↗ • Alfred : January 17th, 2020↗ • Those Kinda Nights: January 17th, 2020↗ • In Too Deep: January 17th, 2020↗ • Godzilla: January 17th, 2020↗ • Darkness: January 17th, 2020↗ • Leaving Heaven: January 17th, 2020↗ • Yah Yah: January 17th, 2020↗ • Stepdad : January 17th, 2020↗ • Stepdad: January 17th, 2020↗ • Marsh: January 17th, 2020↗ • Never Love Again: January 17th, 2020↗ • Little Engine: January 17th, 2020↗ • Lock It Up: January 17th, 2020↗ • Farewell: January 17th, 2020↗ • No Regrets: January 17th, 2020↗ • I Will: January 17th, 2020↗ • Alfred : January 17th, 2020↗ • Lose Yourself : February 10th, 2020↗ • Jealousy Woes I: February 19th, 2020↗ • Troublemaker: February 19th, 2020↗ • From Olive Us to Olive U: February 19th, 2020↗ • Firecracker : February 19th, 2020↗ • Still in the Bassmint: February 19th, 2020↗ • One-Handed Juggler : February 19th, 2020↗ • One-Handed Juggler : February 19th, 2020↗ • Perspective : February 21st, 2020↗ • COFFIN : March 27nd, 2020↗ • The Adventures of Moon Man & Slim Shady: July 10th, 2020↗ • Friday Night Cypher : September 4th, 2020↗ • Alfred : December 18th, 2020↗ • Black Magic: December 18th, 2020↗ • Alfred’s Theme: December 18th, 2020↗ • Tone Deaf: December 18th, 2020↗ • Book of Rhymes: December 18th, 2020↗ • Favorite Bitch: December 18th, 2020↗ • Guns Blazing: December 18th, 2020↗ • Gnat: December 18th, 2020↗ • Higher: December 18th, 2020↗ • These Demons: December 18th, 2020↗ • Key : December 18th, 2020↗ • She Loves Me: December 18th, 2020↗ • Killer: December 18th, 2020↗ • Zeus: December 18th, 2020↗ • Thus Far : December 18th, 2020↗ • Discombobulated: December 18th, 2020↗2021 Drops:• Killer : May 28th, 2021↗ • Shit On You : June 19th, 2021↗ • EPMD 2 : August 6th, 2021↗ • Walkthrough! : August 27th, 2021↗ • Last One Standing: September 30th, 2021↗ • Venom : October 5th, 2021↗ • Gospel : December 15th, 2021↗2022 Drops:• Parables : January 14th, 2022↗ • Jimmy, Brian and Mike: May 26, 2022 ↗Embed

That’s How People LyricsThis is how it happens to you Thats how people Get fucked up This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up If you a loud mouth Trying to wild out And we see just How you laying And we peep your style out When you chilling out in Front of your truck And get stuck Thats how niggas get fucked up No love at home With your in-folks And the world just keeps Fucking with your mental And all these kids making fun Of your trench coat Thats how students get shot up Hating on us but You come to our show I crowd surf and you let me go Oh no Whoop your ass when I get off the floor Just so you know though Thats how haters get fucked up When the police pull you over And shit and find ganja Now every month They checking on your piss They getting mad cause You aint come back since And now they sweating you Thats how P.O.s get fucked up When your mans hook You up with a bitch Over the phone And when you see her She ugly as shit Now at the end of the date She want a kiss And some dick Thats how blind dates get fucked up Say we got a real crew With a lot of skill And only one nigga in our crew Make the dollar bills Whyall fools just mad cause Whyall aint got a deal Local rappers talk too much You dont like this pain But you roll with punks Manage to trip the alarm And you all get stumped Cops got AKs Whyall only got pumps That shits just dumb Thats how Cruzzie got locked up When your ass Want to walk in the club But stead of telling you to wait The nigga want to Push and shove They get trampled from The niggas you brought So move over Thats how bouncers get fucked up When you get your guns Outta the stash And gather all your homies up To go and shoot up a pad Soon as you finished Whyall run out of gas You better haul ass Thats how drive-bys get fucked up Mixing weed with the brew Ecstasy and Kalu Gasoline fumes Nitrous balloons Acid tablets and magic mushrooms Thats how D12 get fucked up I like your records But my album aint dropped Dr. Dres my favorite Bitch get off his jock Got a backstage pass And I need to get off Want to meet da-da-da Doc? Thats how groupies get tossed up Drop outta school Take drugs and molest sluts Got your girlfriend Sucking on my left nut Your parents dont like me But guess what Cause Bizarre dont give a fuck Chokin your wife all in Front of your peeps She toss a brick through The window of your Jeep They back together By the end of the week Thats so sweet Slim and Kim argue too much Invite a hoe to your house While your bitch is out Now you got the dick All up in her fuckin mouth Pull it out And then you bust off On her favorite blouse Thats how Clinton got caught up Steal cars, wreck bars Got fucked up beyond Recognition, walk in 50 Clubs like we stars Our mission every day is Just to smoke bongs And fuck bitches Thats how Runyan Ave is cut When your life wasnt raised up right See your mother coming home With different niggas every night And then you run in to The one you dont like So get the fuck off Thats how stepdads get fucked up This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked up This is how it happens to you Thats how people get fucked upEmbed

Dumpin’ Lyrics Ayo, yo, this is motherfuckin Eminem Dirty Dozen, bout to show you How we set it when we come through Know what Im sayin? Word up, bitch-motherfuckers better raise up Yall motherfuckers better raise up! Ayo, buss it! Ayo… Im a pit bull terrier, triple darin ya Scarin ya with a derringer Ready to make you wet like a submariner Tearin ya frame out with homicidal lines Bringin the drama and the trauma to your mamas vital signs A verbal shot fired, this mics been hot wired Uppercuts to your chin, knockin your snot skyward Rappers wanna be screenplay actors So Im givin they spine fractures Like linebackers from the Green Bay Packers And roll over em backwards, Dirty Dozen Im someone you just dont wanna see, like a nerdy cousin So keep your distance when I get this tense You see my fist clench? Its gonna be some bullets dispensed You best to keep your premises fenced You missed hints, any resistance Get you voided like misprints Youll end up with no teeth left makin a beef threat When I roll up on your set Dont get it twisted like Keith Sweat When I get to bustin, you best to get to jumpin Im touchin somethin Fool, Im comin through dumpin My beats bumpin, you hear it thumpin? That oughta tell you somethin Bitch, Im comin through dumpin Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin Your blood starts clumpin Im comin through dumpin If you dont know, you best make an assumption I got you slumpin Fool, Im comin through dumpin A proven fact, my pact got your whole team movin back We never losin slack, I paid dues in rap Im runnin till my shoes are tapped My writers use them gats, my thugs fuse them cracks Relax and catch a contact to an amusin track Slugs dispatched on any street riz and mismatch My teamll get busy, like rednecks on some six packs My fist crack the featherweight, my wordsll never break A clever snakell be forever fake Let me get this cheddar straight Makin dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the art Me and the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark Weapons concealed until death, now see em My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium Knockin domes out the ballpark Your dawgs is all bark, plus you got a small heart Now save them corny lines for Hallmark I want the sunny days and money paid in them figures A microphone fiend And on my own team theres fake niggas Mums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable They made the shop and stable, with grass top the table The Glock enable when I pop the fatal Phonies that I plot prenatal wax The player haters never make it back; Im dumpin When I get to bustin, you best to get to jumpin Im touchin somethin Fool, Im comin through dumpin My beats bumpin, you hear it thumpin? That oughta tell you somethin Bitch, Im comin through dumpin Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin Your blood starts clumpin Im comin through dumpin If you dont know, you best make an assumption I got you slumpin Fool, Im comin through dumpin Ayo, we dont say fat, we stay business The third nigga on the mic, representin Aint shit stoppin us, old school like Cold Crush Slice and dice MCs on the mic like cold cuts Live and direct, comin straight from the ghet Where niggas keep it real and make these girls panties wet I cant forget the DJ, he play, we say Funky type of shit that make the crowd wanna flip We dont bust clips, guns is not in us But when shit get deep its a must that we bust Arm, leg, leg, arm and head Or afros and facing bald heads all way down to the dreads 40s to drink, endos we smoke And the rims that we ride on are true, deez spokes Tires, know a lot of Michaels, but they dont live on Myers Bitchs pussy tight, here come the dick pliers Whats my name? Call me sire on the mic, like titty dancers on the fire When you hear my beat, live crowds jumpin I’m comin through dumpin’ Other MCs like Doug E. Fresh ain’t sayin nuttin’ Bitch-nigga, Im comin through dumpin Go to the church, I’ll have the dick in cold humpin Word up, ‘cause my shit be comin through dumpin When Im lifted, dont quiz this, it aint worth it to risk it I quick with the gift, and twice as swift with the biscuit Headed back to ship off All these niggas ass around Christmas They know its the time of year, they be expectin my visits Doin 90 on the henzel, runnin to get it And twist you niggas like a pretzel Blows come in three, like the Godfather trilogy Im Micheal Corleone with this mic Bitch, you aint killin me Let me see some hands to make sure yall feelin me Im stickin you up for your rocks And yall gon give em up willingly Rap is my life, and thats why every day I live it Punches holes in the floor, like wack rappers records Man, aint a nigga in here is bringin in drama this thick Then they time to come up shorter Than bloods on a midgits, shit, can you dig it?! Kyu comin through with somethin Guarenteed to make your whole fuckin block jumpin Comin through dumpin When we come, we got your knees cumblin Yall niggas aint sayin nothin, ‘cause we comin dumpin What you talkin? Nigga, get to walkin See your bitch-ass crew stalkin, but we gon get to dumpin You dont want it, while headin back up off it Ima tell you how it is, nigga, ‘cause we dumpin3Embed

Cut Back Lyrics I cut back on the syllables just a little But still, I feel I should kill a few just to show that still I do Put forth an effort, one foot forward, thank heavens And good lord, whoever wouldve thought that my umbilical cord Woulda been c-cut-cut from the s-s-same cloth? Theres no other name, just be thankful that I came forth Temper the same, whether its boiled or flame broiled You say my name, you bet that ass you gon pay for it Just the respect, its not the crown that I came for But if you feel like passin it around, well then, Jay, throw it Cause we all go straight toward it, if not, I just wait for it The other skateboard, got a couple of scrapes forget about it Im stuck in this rut, but Ill get up out it I always do, I aint gon sit here and argue about it I cant hop out of that gutter, I just crawl through up out it Im back, Im sorry, I feel awful about it4Embed

Superman Lyrics SLIM! HI MY NAME IS... ...Bitch you make me hurl They call me superman, leap tall hoes 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 bitch, babysit, you make me sick Superman aint savin shit, girl you can jump on Shadys dick Straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell a muthafuckin slut, 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, bitch why ask Kiss my dick, get my cash, Id rather have you whip my ass Dont put out, Ill put you out, wont get out, Ill push you out Puss blew out, poppin shit, wouldnt piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice, buy you ice, bitch if you died, I 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, bitches, they come they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo Maybe Ill love you one day, maybe well someday grow Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway ho... 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 hos Its no secret, everybody knows Yeah we fucked, bitch 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 kind of car Ill be in, well see how much youll be partying then You dont want that, neither do I, I dont want to 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 sluts 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, bitches, they come they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo Maybe Ill love you one day, maybe well someday grow Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway ho... Cause, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too I think I love you baby, I think I love you too Im here to save you girl, come be in Shadys world I want to 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 want to save you girl, come be in Shadys world Ooooh boy you drive me crazy, bitch 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 anyways Youre just plain old Marshall to me Ooh ya girl run that game Hallie 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 slap you off that barstool There goes another lawsuit, leave handprints 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 till you cant stand Girl you just blew your chance, dont mean to ruin your plans... But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo Maybe Ill love you one day, maybe well someday grow Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway ho... Cause, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too I think I love you baby, I think I love you too Im here to save you girl, come be in Shadys world I want to 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 want to save you girl, come be in Shadys world Ooooh boy you drive me crazy, bitch you make me hurl... 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... Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river 1Embed

Eminem’s Basement Lyrics What is it my thang size or the way that I talk Is it the clothes that I wear or the way that I walk Thats making you stare at me with this glare That lets me know that youre unaware About this Glock in my underwear Its just another day in the life Of me making a widow out of a wife With a happy life Yup, better up walk it away player These hay-makers dont last longer than an energizer pacemaker Ay-yo my name is big Proof You know me, holla at a fast freak Thats got R-Kellys name tated on their ass cheek I blast heat at your feminine flow And watch your chest leak in the street like the Eminem Show What are you trying to blow guns that weve got Were from the D-Town Were bound You shoot we get the rebound You understand, Ill reduce your squad If Will Smith is Ali Then Proof is God Yo, honestly I dont even know if I can come after that Ay-yo In my mind Im a fighter My hearts a lighter My soul is the fluid My flow sparks it right up But arsenic writer Author with arthritis, carpal tunnel Marshall will start shit-itis Hard-headed and hot-headed Bull-headed and pig-headed Dick-headed a prick, a big headache Im sick Quick-witted for every lyric spitted There are 6 critics who wait for me to slip wit it So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick Its gonna explode any minute Some lunatic lit it And its not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling When I stop selling I quit so stop dwelling I am not failing you fuckers are not ready Cause I got jelly, like Beyonces pot belly This is destiny, yes money Im off running so get off of me I am not slowing or softening No Apologies I ?? on this ?? 2Embed

Letter To Detroit LyricsDetroit There is a resilience that rises from somewhere deep within your streets You cant define it, but you can feel it You can feel it overflowing from the people who call you home From people who are always proud to declare, Im from Detroit You took our country from its infancy, into industry And your name still carries with it the idea of a nation built on steel, muscle and sweat You became the city that carried the country The city, like the sport, is built on dreams People who would drive to you, driven to excel Who know nothing is accomplished without hardwork, without sacrifice When you hurt, we hurt Your streets witness our struggle Your bricks are our rage through the emptiness of each house shuttered, of each factory closed Weve lived through the ups and the downs But we remain, Detroit We can never turn our backs on you Detroit, because we are you My home The home of Motown, Cadillac and Joe Louis Through all this, we cannot be defeated, because we have never been defeated Youve built us, youve moved us, youve shaped us Sometimes down, but never out Take strength in us, your people Stay up Detroit1Embed

Classic Shit 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 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 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 kept 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 Them little boys see it, 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 shit2Embed

Drastic Measures Lyrics What am I, a mirage? What? What? Wheres my fucking drink? I asked you for a drink. You wanted a drink? I just asked you for a fuckin drink. No, I thought, I thought you said that you were alright, Spider, No no no no no no no no. What do you got me on, a fuckin pay-no-mind list, kid? To attack without knowing the enemys strength is foolish. After being warned, to still attack is stupid. People who are that stupid just dont deserve to live. But strangely though, one does find people who are that stupid. Where the fuck you stay at? Habitats and Back the fuck off me, drink some coffee Particularly decaffeinated, ICP is overrated And hated for the false identity created You aint equal, but classy people Evil Kenevil Deep sea divers ... Seems to me that youre quite confident you can beat me. You dont scare me, lets get to the point! 1, 2, fuck it man Your image got cremated, you aint get off Like paper thats preparated I created this statement and called you out When you changing my style ... Yo Im two-faced, and bugged the fuck out like Mr. Furley So when I swing a fist of fury yall can kiss the jewelry Scrap, back the fuck up, we missed the brewery Hurry, Im tryin to pick up Cages sister early Me and Greed smoke weed and OD Were so keyed theres no need to stop the nosebleed I need a casket, I killed some conceited bastard And beat his ass with a bat wrapped in a sheet of acid Im pre-disaster, I fuck shit up before it happens Like blown engines of airplanes with snorin captains Your styles monotonous, like a borin job gets I come to the battle and beat you with foreign objects Im dumber than Oklahoma ignorin bomb threats Im dumber than trying to start a war with nam vets My metaphors are like a set of jaws I get applause, cause people would rather hear mine instead of yours Still on the run from stabbing a bitch in the side So Im hitchin this ride with the motherfuckin Indiginous Tribe ... ... ... ...Embed

Suicide Lyrics Pay attention Come on, quit the yapping Theres no justification for the way that I be acting I be asking for forgiveness, now you wanna end this? Im clean as a whistle, I promise I wont hit you but I still do Every five minutes Im calling you Im psycho, I might go nuts thats why I follow you I wasnt showed affection, I fuck you rough, cause all I know is my erection See its tough, but you dont think I hit another nigga Hell be tied up, looking at me licking on your picture Imma pop your sister, then go for self Cause if I cant have you, shit, cant nobody else Im rebellious, remain the scandalous 2 of the room in anger management, bitch I cant handle it Fuck it, I hate you Fuck it, I love you You make me wanna cry, suicide is on my mind You beat me all the time, I wanna die You make me wanna cry, suicide is on my mind You beat me all the time, I wanna die Who the fuck gives a fuck about a foster child? Two years old, left at Belle Isle My lifes so fucking bad Never had a mom and dad Shit Im surprised I aint a fag To release anger, I learned how to box Got my ass kicked while the whole neighborhood watched Now who the fuck gonna hire a laid off mechanic Recovering drug addict, gets so crazed hes schizophrenic Me and my mom, we lived in a trailer She died 6 months ago, I still fucking hate her Shit I hate me, I hate my fucking life Thats why every night I beat the shit out of my wife To fight the demons, Bizarre stay high Thats why my son go to school with a fucking black eye See my little boy, run up and hug him See you in hell, tell D12 I loveem Its like my eyes getting bigger and this walls closing in Closest friends telling me its all supposed to end I done brought you diseases that I caught from the skeezers Even talked to the preacher he said it costs to see Jesus I know I need work, only way you leave me if you leave earth And I rather not breathe first Shaun Holt always remain open, never die alone, shit I know you hear me crying Lord You gave me drugs and choices of girls God you made me and played the biggest joke on the world Lady Im in the rap, maybe Shady that, I went and had a baby behind your back, Im sorry You dont wanna live, I dont need to live But you must understand I die without them, I need my kids Although I fight to like you, but I bite this rifle Pull the trigger, cause I aint living this life without you 1Embed

Ms. Jenkins Lyrics Momma, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now hes dead Momma, life had just begun But now Ive gone and thrown it all away Geah, its Ca$his, Shady Records Real music, not fool music There was just - a lot tears shed over what you been through A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do As Brian light fades, in the rearview You enslaved to her, but gotta skid through We was both bangin, Brian and I Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides Confrontaton in the street, so we had to ride I won the fight, his pride felt I had to die He screamed 1-8-7; I say, I never hide You know where Im at boy, I aint hard to find A couple weeks went by, we passin time He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I Was just dealin off Cavi then I seen the .9 Then I, heard a shot, he just kept firin I started runnin, duckin, now Im hidin The whole time conscious of my own homicide and I got away, click-click in the nick of time His clip dropped down, he start signifyin You a bitch Ca$h, run with your bitch ass Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas Right then, I knew your son wouldnt last I said to myself, Folk, I gotta kill his ass Roll through my apartment, hit the buildin fast Gun out of my closet, hit the stick and dash Put the, strap in my pocket, on my mission I saw him Down the block sittin back, sippin gnac I walked up like, Whats the business fam? He stared death in the eyes, then he shook his head The broad he was with, shook as fuck Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck! He fell to the ground, grass covered with blood I probably go to hell for what I did to your son I walked off slowly bugged, I aint run Its been five years, and no its never over He left me no choice, I offer you closure... He left me no choice, I offer you closure Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love Hi, Im Ca$his, I murdered your son Im closin the chapter, on what has begun Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son Dear momma, if you gettin this letter Im dead, Im sorry if you gettin this letter Wait - Im sorry I aint live a lil better My own selfish will wouldnt send you this letter See - I had my hat cocked on the wrong spot I threw the right sign up, on the wrong block Blaow, blaow, bloaw! Ramone shot Fuck a Ca$his momma! Ramone shot It started as a fight, on a distant night But far off the homicide, pistols tight We still... grieve over your brother Now you, grieve over your son - what the fuck? He squabbed me up, this my hood Some nigga named Ca$his from Chris hood He supposed to come back with iron, I aint scared Yes I am momma, I dont wanna be dead But I cant run; too late, to try and change it Born as your son but dyin as a banger When my name gets discussed for entertainment Never share this letter with a stranger Please, please + Dear Brian, its Ca$his, I cant sleep I had to bang you, before you bang me Just like I blame you, you could blame me We both gave up our lives for banging We didnt know each other but we share the same hate Your death is my life, so we share the same fate This aint what bangin was for, killin for nothin Your death gave karma for the death of my woman Im tryin to make amends cause within Im croak But outside Im hard, my friends dont know Im sorry that I killed you, I know it dont mean shit We both couldve stopped it, if we only seen shit Happens for a reason we dont even know it When you leave here, do you know where you goin? Im sendin my apologies through a song Maybe we can reconcile when Im gone + Embed

Just Don’t Give A Fuck Lyrics Whoa, uh, get your blunts in the air, and get to smoking it And uh, passing it around and shit, cause this is Gilla House Big ups to them Detroit niggas: D12, Eminem Royce Da 59, Trick Trick, and them goons This goes out to Proof, baaabbbby Yo, Reg Noble, roll up in the blue Volvo I rock Polo, my face like Miguel Cotto Im serious, pour the cranberry with the Remy Impersonate you rappers more than Milli Vanilli Im higher than the drug dealer you got your weed from You rappers wont impress me til you learn to make an album So quit it, fall back, cause I got the power Its music, money, hoes, plus blunts of the sour My name is Reggie Noble, Im a sexaholic I fucked my babysitter on my mama toilet Im a Kon Artist, like the homie from D12 Niggas think I aint strapped until they hear the shells Bitch, Im coming out shootin through the window, in the car chase You gettin shot the fuck up like Scarface I started rolling blunts, my mind is getting open My pen is like Cheech and Chong, Im still smoking Yo, so when you see me in your city high as hell And Im dancing like Diddy — I just dont give a fuck Smoking the sour in the drop With the homie and he holding on the Glock sayin I just dont give a fuck So if you dont follow me on the Twitter I aint bitter, fuck you niggas — I just dont give a fuck When you see me on the streets, run Cause most likely Red got a gun — I just dont give a fuck Yo, Im poppin the E, but Im looking for MDMA With a double barrel, bumpin NWA I hustle hard for the guap around any season Thats why my rims beaming where the parking meter reading Beefin, youre all Vegan, you wouldnt beat a case Youre the type to snitch the first hour, First 48 Never needed a cape, Im a lyrical hero Doctor, the Psycho ward gave me a referral When I form like Wu-Tang in the street with the heat of DeNiro Redmans the coolest, Reggie Nobles a weirdo Sativa, with your wife eating the beaver Skeet on her lips looking like Missy Misdemeanor The dirtiest rhymer, marijuana addict The legend, icon, gorilla, classic Half alien, half bro, Im the type of asshole To cut your girls fake breast with a knife as big as Rambos So when you see me in your city high as hell And Im dancing like Diddy — I just dont give a fuck Smoking the sour in the drop With the homie and he holding on the Glock sayin I just dont give a fuck So if you dont follow me on the Twitter I aint bitter, fuck you niggas — I just dont give a fuck When you see me on the streets, run Cause most likely Red got a gun — I just dont give a fuck This goes out to them Brick City niggas Everybody thats smoking that sour diesel Put one in the air if youre smoking Gilla House is in the building California, ATL, New York — we all over this bitch Detroit, you already know the bidness, lets goEmbed

Love the Way You Lie Lyrics Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I cant tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like I cant breathe But I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right Its like Im in flight (High off a love Drunk from the hate Its like Im huffin paint And I love it the more I suffer) I suffocate And right before Im about to drown She fucking hates me And I love it Wait Where you going Im leaving you No you aint come back Were running right back (Here we go again Its so insane Cause when its going good Its going great Im Superman with the wind at his back Shes Lois Lane) But when its bad its awful I feel so ashamed I snap Whos that dude I dont even know his name I laid hands on her Ill never stoop so low again I guess I dont know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You ever love somebody so much You can barely breathe When youre with them (You meet And neither one of you Even know what hit em) Got that warm fuzzy feeling Yeah them chills Used to get em Now youre getting fucking sick of looking at em (You swore youve never hit em Never do nothing to hurt em Now youre in each others face Spewing venom In your words When you spit em) You push Pull each others hair Scratch, claw, bit em Throw em down, pin em Its the rage that took over It controls you both So they say its best to go your separate ways Guess that they dont know ya Cause today that was yesterday Yesterday is over Its a different day Sound like broken records Playing over But you promised her Next time youll show restraint You dont get another chance Life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave Out the window Guess thats why they call it window pane Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Now I know we said things Did things That we didnt mean And we fall back Into the same patterns Same routine But your tempers just as bad as mine is Youre the same as me But when it comes to love Youre just as blinded Baby please come back It wasnt you Baby it was me Maybe our relationship Isnt as crazy as it seems Maybe thats what happens When a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much To walk away though Come inside Pick up your bags off the sidewalk Dont you hear sincerity In my voice when I talk Told you this is my fault Look me in the eyeball Next time Im pissed Ill aim my fist At the dry wall Next time There will be no next time I apologize Even though I know its lies Im tired of the games I just want her back I know Im a liar If she ever tries to fuckin leave again Imma tie her to the bed And set this house on fire Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie1Embed

You Must Be Crazy Lyrics Im keeping it raw Illegal like Malik and Jamal Cause I dont believe in the law Like Im Steven Seagal Flipping off the police while Im leaping the wall Take some Tylenol then fall asleep in the mall Got your little son, youll be receiving a call Youre lucky this little punks still breathing at all Fuck the world, this is how I get even at yall Popped sick and rolled up, and leave in the vault Ill hit you in the mouth and stick your teeth in your jaw You wont be able to eat shit, not even a malt Its lethal assault Its giving you a reason to stall Cocking this deuce deuce and Im squeezing it off At the first burp and a fart A sniffle, a sneeze, and a cough Get your arm chewed off Like you was teasing a dog Im cold enough and hot enough to freeze and then thaw I kicked my girl out in ten degrees in a bra You faggots turn yellow like the trees in the fall Im shitting on rappers Wheres Shady? Hes in the stall All thats left of your niece is a piece of her doll And all thats left of her puppy is a leash and a paw Motherfucker You must be crazy If you want to fade me You must be crazy If you want to fade me WUH-OHH! I bet Jimmy Iovines scared Hot Karl and Eminem, same song: nightmare But lets break the rules and be a rebel instead And jack unused lyrics from rappers who arent even dead Thank you Rectangle for these sixteen bars With a track so sick you can use em as SARS Too many rappers think theyre 2Pac and they should stop Unless its him in Poetic Justice, workin a post office Then you quit rap dog, proving your pedigree Is questionable, like Da Brats femininity Im not a gangster, Im just trying to live And take you back to the days like Garbage Pail Kids Im playing the bigs, your whole game is sloppy Only time youre rocking cyphers is when you get bukkaked Yeah, its Hot Karl, Im going for broke I guess a hit is still a hit: sorry, Interscope! You must be crazy If you want to fade me You must be crazy If you want to fade me An ass-whippin Thats what Drees givin Tighter with my flow than what most niggas is spittin Im the one packing a MAC in the back of a black truck While yall niggas be sleeping you need to be peeping a color Slam through your speakers Hit one of the tweeters Lyrical styles I disperse is harder than your peter {Wait, how did she know?} You better ask them about me I hit em up, get em up Then I spit em up like loogies Fucking around? Test me Ill hex you like a voodoo Get an ass like Charmin and flush you like a poo poo Lyrical Smith & Wesson is ready, I got my shotty Cause when I get to spitting Im leaving bodies like Gotti The head banging Madonnas coming like them nigga Only difference is? Female is my gender What Yall heard me You must be crazy If you want to fade me You must be crazy If you want to fade me You must be crazy If you want to fade me You must be crazy If you want to fade me2Embed

Public Service Announcement LyricsPublic Service Announcement and another annoying message from Slim Shady Due to a massive amount of bootlegging No thanks to this fucking guy, DJ Whoo Kid And constant downloading People are no longer buying CDs so that we can get paid for our fucking work They are just continuing to get songs for free Teenagers, older folks, and little fucking brats alike See, what they do, is they buy computers, strictly pick songs that they like And burn them on to CDs or put them on iPods Causing major decrease in sound scan Putting music retail in a tremendous slump Causing artists such as myself, to make no money for record sales And be forced to tour Causing more stress Arguments with my wife Not being able to see my kids Drink more Take more pills Punch more people in the face Hate the world And end up in rehab! sighs This has been a Public Service Announcement and an excuse to vent by Marshall Mathers Not that I wouldnt have done the same thing if I could get music for free when I was a kid But now that I rap for a living Buy my goddamn CDs! But in the meantime, buy this Obie Trice bootleg from DJ Whoo Kid and put more money in his pocket Thanks4Embed

Steve’s Coffee House Lyrics Kume bai yah, kume bai yah, kume bai yah, D-12, kume bai yah, D-12, kume bai yah Ive had a special request for... I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers, but nothing compares to those blue and yellow purple pills Ive been to mushroom mountain, once or twice boy whos counting? But nothing compares to those purple yellow blue and pills Cool, calm, just like my mom, with a couple of valium inside her palms!Embed

Freestyle #1 Lyrics Alright, look, look, look, look Ima-Ima say something so yall hear me, alright? Yo Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Then pop the same shit that got killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode Then punch a bitch in the nose til her whole face explodes Theres three things I hate: girls, women, and bitches Im that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches Thеn hit a fucking pregnant bitch in her stomach with luggage Its likе a dream I cant black out, or back out, Im back out Lookin for somebody ug to beat the crap out Im bringin you rap singers two middle fingers Flip you off in French, then translate it to English Then Ima vanish from the face of the planet and come back Speaking so much Spanish, Pun cant even understand it Alright? Damn Yo Whats the dealy? So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Yall want to hear wild? Look at this crazy motherfucker I see some of yall gettin wild1Embed

Off to Tijuana Lyrics {Eminem whistling} Hi How you doin? How can I help you? Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal... {Gun cocks} Put the fucking money in the bag, bitch, and I wont kill you What? Oh my God, dont kill me Im not gonna kill you, bitch. Quit fucking around Dont kill me, I have two kids at home! I said Im not gonna fucking kill you! Dont kill me! Hurry the fuck up! {Gunshot} Thank you! I gotta keep this engine running Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up Cause I aint going back to jail I dont wanna see my face up in Newsweek Im sitting like a duck, like Tulley up in Blue Streak What the fuck is taking so long? But I cant leave my homey They all know me Im the Jeff Gord-on of this bitch, the cops can blow me Fuck, who is that? Shit, Im getting nervous Staring out this dirty windshield for any persons Damn, its this bum, cleaning with a squeegee I hope they didnt ring the alarm Swiftys gonna have to bomb, and then it fucks up the job But I dont care, as long as we flee this place Cause the last thing I need is a fucking police chase, shit Cool, here he comes, I hope hes got the stash Yo, there better be enough for me to get that Maybach Put the money in the back, bitch, this is a stickup Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground This is the sound, this is how its going down If Im going down, then youre going down Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot We get caught, Im peeling off, the deal is off But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper Then Im going, off to Tijuana Come on, Im ready if you are while I sit in the car chiefing In the mood to be thieving this season Hey yo, Hush, Imma snatch what they Pull over and Imma rob this bitch for a purpose You can either read it or see it Itll work, know whats worse? Its better than having to beat a bitch up out of her purse I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting For the day they get up in this motherfucker So dont drive away Hey Nigga, pop the trunk so I can grab the AK And then Im headed to the safe Im at the counter in the tellers face Yo, if anybody move, Imma make spaghetti out of your wife! I hopped a gate, shot a citizen After he gave me the combination to open it And there was nothing but Benjamins Filled it back and jetted up, headed to the door Hush is in the front, revving up I jumped over the security, while he on the floor Trying to pull my feet, I shot him before he could draw Hit the street and we swerve No less than a hundred thousand in our back seat Put the money in the back, bitch, this is a stickup Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground This is the sound, this is how its going down If Im going down, then youre going down Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot We get caught, Im peeling off, the deal is off But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper Then Im going, off to Tijuana Come on, Im ready if you are I got some chips up my sleeve I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv And put the heat to his cheek Dont even think about moving Just gimme the loot and Ill be cruising Along with my day and it wont be a shooting Oh my God, Aviv, shut the fuck up, your voice irks me All of this for three hundred seventy six dollars and eight cents? This robbery does not make sense Come on out bitch Yeah, you, behind the chip rack Your little stank ass is on the verge of getting pimp slapped Gimme your paper, your jewels, and all of your valuables Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal Rushing out the front door, zigzagging and dodging traffic If it gets drastic, my automatic will start a blasting Thats how we do it where Im from, me, Swift, and Hush We ducking off, contemplating which lick to rush Put the money in the back, bitch, this is a stickup Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground This is the sound, this is how its going down If Im going down, then youre going down Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot We get caught, Im peeling off, the deal is off But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper Then Im going, off to Tijuana Come on, Im ready if you are1Embed

No More To Say Lyrics You know what the days of talkin is over It aint too much mo we can say To try to get these, different individuals Or motherfuckers as Iike- like to call em To just, shut the fuck up Lets go You witnessed the ass whoopin, bones got broke When the .50-cal blast, couldnt last through the smoke As you choke, pay attention, bearin witness to this motherfucker twitchin You excited cause none of the bullets hit you, they missed you And we aint trippin, wasnt after you But you pissed, just like a bitch when niggas laughed at you Now you agitated a little bit, actin just like a little bitch I figured that you would surface and knew you happened to manage to pop shit Sayin Trick that, Trick this When the balls that you had left when I popped him You shoulda died with him, body and soul coulda burned Ima keep killin these bitches til everybody learn Fuck time, and its time these fuckers just start dyin I aint sayin this for sake of this rhyme, and I aint lyin Im man enough to say it and mean it, niggas can be gone Im gonna do another verse but it aint much more I can speak on! Theres nothin more these words can say This hard-headed motherfucker just wont let it lay So say a prayer for this player cause hes goin to his grave So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way Let me show you how I started as a starvin artist This is Proof with the truth regardless of all this As my CEO and best friend of the essence Of why nobody in Detroit wan test him Lesson learned, flesh get burned TECs in turn, a scar harder than a press and burn Everlast the beef is over, you can sleep this over Clique been filled the streets with soldiers Includin me, I move and creep with uzi fleets That choose to lead, Ill put your dudes to sleep Who is he? Trick, no treat That street life, AK that stillll lift your feet The rest of these niggas is comical, Imma go abominable Split like a domino, rhymin pro Shine without a diamond, go Geronimo to any man with balls Murder you bitches, still screamin Fuck the law! Theres nothin more these words can say This hard-headed motherfucker just wont let it lay So say a prayer for this player cause hes goin to his grave So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way Since talkin; about it is considered as conversation Then Im more than happy to be the sponsor of demonstrations From beatin these cases to bustin in faces and bustin these Ks Niggas gon act like they dont wanna act right Fuck that! Had to begin settin the trend Of organisin a mob, and bringin it to an end The levels of tolerationll cease, for givin passes Thats why my reputation precedes for beatin asses Entertainers, they take it as a joke and they tend to provoke An up-and-comin undergrad; motherfuckers got me mad Fuck it, Imma give it to em if you really gon do em If this motherfucker even blinks, put a clip into him Dont even think of negotiatin a treaty The reason most of these niggas is hatin is cause they greedy Uncovered another mans shit, now thats a real bitch Now the next motherfucker gon die, thats it! Theres nothin more these words can say This hard-headed motherfucker just wont let it lay So say a prayer for this player cause hes goin to his grave So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way Kill one of you bitches1Embed

Walk On Water/Stan/Love The Way You Lie LyricsWalk On Water I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set? My arms, I stretch, but I cant reach A far cry from it, or its in my grasp, but as Soon as I grab, squeeze I lose my grip like the flyin trapeze Into the dark I plummet, now the skys blackening I know the marks high, butter– Flies rip apart my stomach Knowin that no matter what bars I come with Youre gonna harp, gripe, and Thats a hard Vicodin to swallow, so I scrap these As pressure increases like khakis I feel the ice cracking, because— I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Its the curse of the standard That the first of the Mathers discs set Always in search of the verse that I havent spit yet Will this step just be another misstep To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect Ive garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless And it always feels like Im hittin the mark Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart Like, This shit is garbage! Gods given me all this, still, I feel no different regardless Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded If only they knew, its a facade and its exhaustive And I try not to listen to nonsense But if you bitches are tryin to strip me of my confidence Mission accomplished Im not God-sent, Nas, Rakim, Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith And Im not Prince, so… I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Cause Im only human, just like you Making mistakes, oh if you only knew I dont think you should believe in me the way that you do Cause Im terrified to let you down, oh Its true, Im a Rubiks — a beautiful mess At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest A flawed human, I guess But Im doin my best to not ruin your ex– Pectations and meet em, but first The Speedom verse, now Big Sean Hes goin too fast, is he gonna shout or curse out his mom? There was a time I had the world by the balls, eatin out my palm Every album song I was spazzin the fuck out on And now Im gettin frowned and clowned on But the only one whos looking down on Me that matters nows DeShaun Am I lucky to be around this long? Begs the question though Especially after the methadone As yesterday fades and the Dresden home Is burnt to the ground, and all thats left of my house is lawn The crowds are gone And its time to wash out the blonde Sales decline, the curtains drawn Theyre closin the set, Im still pokin my head from out behind And everyone who has doubt, remind Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times Now let em tell ya the world no longer cares or gives a fuck about your rhymes And as I grow outta sight, outta mind, I might go outta mine Cause how do I ever let this mic go without a fight When I made a fuckin tightrope outta twine? But when I do fall from these heights though, Ill be fine I wont pout or cry or spiral down or whine But Ill decide if its my final bow this time around, cause— I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Cause Im only human, just like you Ive been making my mistakes, oh if you only knew I dont think you should believe in me the way that you do Cause Im terrified to let you down, oh If I walked on water, I would drown Cause Im just a man But as long as I got a mic, Im godlike So me and you are not alike Bitch, I wrote Stan Stan My teas gone cold Im wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still aint callin I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must notve got em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot em But anyways, fuck it, whats been up, man? Hows your daughter? My girlfriends pregnant too, Im bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what Ima call her? Ima name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, Im sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didnt want him I know you probably hear this every day, but Im your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan My teas gone cold Im wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Love the Way You Lie Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, thats all right Because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, thats all right Because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I cant tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now theres a steel knife in my windpipe I cant breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, its like Im in flight High off her love, drunk from her hate Its like Im huffin paint And I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before Im about to drown she resuscitates me She fuckin hates me, and I love it, “Wait! Where you going?”, “Im leaving you.” “No, you aint Come back!” Were runnin right back, here we go again Its so insane, cause when its goin good its goin great Im Superman with the wind at his back, shes Lois Lane But when its bad its awful, I feel so ashamed I snap, “Whos that dude?”, I dont even know his name I laid hands on her, Ill never stoop so low again I guess I dont know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, thats all right Because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, thats all right Because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lieEmbed

NY NY Lyrics Ayo, Em Did it again Dont talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and dont care about court Take a pack and bring it back and dont come up short Cause any day can be your day, so dont play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys dont play Nah, I cant play sax or pull a rabbit out a hat But I can cock back and blow your bladder out your back Take that, Ill show you niggas how to rap Im crack, thats snowy white powder on the track I told 50 I was going to take it to the top Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot Aint nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops And speaking bout cops, you niggas better stop quelling And if I get knocked, Ill make bread on your head by the million Call up the Ladens, have em Taliban the building On {Veterans} Day so they dont blow up the {children} Dont talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and dont care about court Take a pack and bring it back and dont come up short Cause any day can be your day, so dont play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys dont play I roll up cause its a hold up Aint nothing funny stop smiling It be the reason the crowd piling Dont complain and die over a chain Bang bang gang green neighborhood game You know me Im slipper as them baggy sweets I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next Cause I got the bunnys with them fatties yes My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button Just for bluffing, hit for nothing You can bust him, it dont matter the vehicle custom Dont talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and dont care about court Take a pack and bring it back and dont come up short Cause any day can be your day, so dont play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys dont play Im from New York, New York niggas die for the cheese I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover Click clack, ya whole life over Baking soda in your work they gon buy it? nope Cause them fiends getting tired of that diet coke Im back baby, mad hype like a crack baby Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy Dont talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and dont care about court Take a pack and bring it back and dont come up short Cause any day can be your day, so dont play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys dont playEmbed

Lose Yourself Lyrics Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Theres vomit on his sweater already: Moms spaghetti Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out Hes choking, how? Everybodys joking now The clocks run out, times up, over—blaow! Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity, oh There goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad, but he wont Give up that easy, no, he wont have it, he knows His whole backs to these ropes, it dont matter, hes dope He knows that, but hes broke, hes so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again, yo! This whole rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… His souls escaping through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a New World Order A normal life is boring; but superstardoms Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, its all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows Hes known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows, hes grown farther from home, hes no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, cause here goes the cold water These hoes dont want him no mo, hes cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose its old, partner But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… No more games, Ima change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebodys payin the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I cant get by with my nine-to- Five, and I cant provide the right type of life for my family Cause man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers And theres no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and its gettin even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotonys Gotten me to the point Im like a snail, Ive got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin option—failures not Mom, I love you, but this trailers got To go; I cannot grow old in Salems Lot So here I go, its my shot, feet: fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… You can do anything you set your mind to, manEmbed

Rap Battle Lyrics Aight, look! Any rapper saying those kind of rhymes In this day and age, in this period of time Tryin to battle Eminem is worse than David Starr Tryin to battle Proof, Eye-Kyu, B-Fat 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 into the zone If I put banana peels around this fuckin microphone Go get a bull dozer, start from bottom to top And tear this building down ‘Cause thats the only way youre wrecking shop1Embed

Eminem - Mockingbird Lyrics Biliyorum, bazen her şey mantıklı gelmeyebilir. Ama babacık herzaman sana ne der? Ayaklan küçük asker, üst dudağını kaldır. Neden ağlıyorsun ben burdayım Hailie biliyorum anneciği özlüyosun, babanı da özlüyorsun Öldükten sonra sana tatmadıklarımı tattırmak istiyorum Farkındayım üzülüyosun, güldüğünde, kahkaha attığında bile Gözlerinden anlıyorum içinden ağlamak geliyor Çünkü korktun ve ben orada değildim Baban dualarında seninle Ağlamak yok sil şu göz yaşını Babacık burada başka kabus yok Bundan birlikte kurtulucaz Laneyin amcası çılgın dimi? Evet ama seni çok seviyor güzelim bilmelisin Sahip olduğum tek şey biziz, fırıldak gibi girdap gibi Hızla dönerken, iki küçük güzel kız Şapşaşkın, afallamış, biliyom kafan biraz karıştı Baba hep koşturuyor anneyse habеrlerde Seni saklıyorum bundan ama bi şеkilde çıkıveriyor karşına Bunu yapmaya çabalasam da geri tepiyo Babacığın gördüklerini görmemeni istiyorum ama görüyosun Böyle olsun istemedik, annen ve ben Ama o kadar kötü gitti ki aramız bir türlü olamadık Bi daha asla bir olamayız aynen gençken ki gibi Ama tabii ki her şeyin sebebi var Sanırım hiç olmaması iyiydi Kontrolden çıktı ve sanırım bu kader Ama endişlenme, dinlendir kafanı yat ve uyu Bigün kalktıcaz hepsi belki bir rüya olacak Sakinleş küçük bebiş ve ağlama Her şey yoluna giricek Büzme dudakları küçük bayan sana demiştim Babacık gece boyu seni zaptedicek Biliyorum annecik burda değil ve niye bilmiyoz İçimizdeki his bizi korkutuyor Bu biraz delice gelebilir tatlı bebiş Ama söz veriyorum anne iyi olacak Bu komik, o sene babacığın beş kuruşu yoktu Anne noel hediyelerini çoktan almış bile Ve onları ağacın altına sıkıştırmıştı hatta bazılarını benim aldığımı söylemişti Çünkü baba onları satın alamamıştı O Noeli asla unutamam, bütün gece ağlamıştım Babacık serseri gibi hissetmişti, aslında bir işi vardı İşi senin ve annen için tabağa yemek koymaktı Ve o ara yaşadığımız bütün evler Ya soyulurdu ya da hasar görürdü Annecik bir kavanozda para biriktirirdi Üniversiteye gidebilesin diye bir domuz kumbarası doldurmaya çalışırdı Tam bin dolar oluyordu ki biri onu çalana kadar Ve o kadar üzüldü ki annen her şey yolundan çıkıyo gibiydi Anne ve baba tartışıyordu, sonunda anne taşındı Chalmersda tek odalı bir daireye Ve baba da Novarada 8 Mileın öteki tarafına Sonra baba elinde CDsiyle Kaliforniyaya gitti ve Dr. Dre ile tanıştı Ve beni görmeniz için uçakla sizi getirtti Ama babanın çalışması gerekiyordu, sen ve annecik ayrılmak zorundaydınız Sonra babayı TVde görmeye başladın ve annecik bunu sevmedi Sen ve Laney bunu anlamak için çok küçüktünüz Babacık hep başka bir yerdeydi ve annen alışkanlık edindi Ve bu ikimizin de engelleyemeyeceği kadar hızlı oldu Orada olup bunu gördüğüm için üzgünüm Çünkü tek yapmak istediğim seni gururlandırmaktı Şimdi bu boş evde oturmuş, eski günleri düşünüyorum Bebeklik fotoğraflarına bakıyorum, beni duygulandırıyor İkinizin de ne kadar büyüdüğünü görmek, şimdi neredeyse kardeş gibisiniz Vay be, sanırım gerçekten öylesiniz ve baba hala burda Laney sana da söylüyorum, baba hala burda Bu sesi seviyorum farkındasınız Kulağa hoş geliyor dimi? Şşş, anne sadece şu an için gitti Sakinleş küçük ve ağlama Her şey yoluna giricek Büzme dudakları küçük bayan sana demiştim Babacık gece boyu seni zaptedicek Biliyorum annecik burda değil ve niye bilmiyoz İçimizdeki his bizi korkutuyor Bu biraz delice gelebilir tatlı bebiş Ama söz veriyorum anne iyi olacak Ve bana kalırsa babacık sana bi alaycı kuş alıcak Sana dünyaları vericem Elmas bir yüzük alıcam ve şarkı söylicem senin için Gülmen için her şeyi yapıcam Ve o alaycı kuş şarkı söylemez ve yüzük parlamazsa Kuşun boynunu kırıcam Yüzüğü satan kuyumcuya gidip Her bir karatı yediricem, babayla uğraşılmazEmbed

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Dude Lyrics That shit was off the hook That shit was hype ass hell Im bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick Hell yea man let go ahead He says he supposed to give some more air time and shit.. I hope so, cause them 2 minutes aint workin Wassup dawg? Big Proof baby, sup Swifty. Proof? Im Bizarre Aye nigga, Im not Swift, Im Kuniva dawg Was goin on? I need to holla at my man about some studio time Well he in there trying to unwind right now Aiyo, why you gotta put your hands on me What you say? Tryin to unwinded? Yea you know, relax...you know what Im saying Nigga we trying to get some food and shit There some steak up in there dawg D12 dressing room right around the corner right there by the bathroom… Round that way Nigga we know You tryin to be funny dawg? We a group we all together Dawg Why dont you go holla at him And tell we out here and then See.. Tell him Bizarre from D12 is out here.. And Kuniva please Thank you very much. Dick ass motherfucker Yo Em! What dude?! I got Bizarre and..whats your name again cuz? Man fuck you! Aye man come to fucking door man, why you got this nigga blockin the way and shit? Ay Em wassup dawg?! Dude tell em Im getting a massage dude.   1Embed

Public Service Announcement Lyrics(Same announcer as the first Public Service Announcement on the Slim Shady Lp) Announcer: This is another public service announcement brought to you, in Part, by Slim Shady Eminem: : Tell em I dont give a fuck Announcer: Slim Shady does not give a fuck... What you think! Eminem: Tell em to suck it Announcer: If you dont like it, you can suck his fucking c! Eminem: Tell em they kissed my ass Announcer: Little did you know, upon purchasing this album, you have just Kissed his ass! Eminem: Tell em Im fed up Announcer: Slim Shady is fed up with your shit... And hes going to kill you! Eminem: Yeah Announcer: Uh... Anything else? Eminem: Yeah... Sue meEmbed

Eminem - When I’m Gone Lyrics Tabi, bu benim hayatım Kendi kelimelerimle, sanırım Birini hiç sevdiniz mi? Kolunuzu verecek kadar Lafın gelişi değil, bi kolunuzu verecek kadar Yüreğinde olduklarını anladıklarında olursun onların zırhı Ve yok edersin her kim incitirse onları Ama nolur bilir misin karma dönüp seni ısırırsa? Ve koruduğun her şey sana diklenince Nolur olunca acısının ana kaynağı sen Babacım bak naptım! Babanın uçağı yakalaması lazım Babacım, annem nerede, nerde bulamadım onu Bilmiyorum Hailie git oyununu oyna, baban meşgul Yazıyo babacık şarkısını, kendi kendisini yazamaz ya Seni bi iticem, sallanacaksın tek başına Sonra dönеrsin şarkına ve bak etrafına, seni sеviyorum de ona Ve onun çok benzediği annesine sarıl Şu Slim Shady, aynen bebeğim, Slim Shady bi deli Shady bugüne getirdi beni Ama bu gece Shady olucak bi ninni Ve ben gittiğimde hiç üzülmeyin, yas tutmayın sadece sevinin Sesimi her duyduğunuzda sadece şunu hatırlayın Yukarıdan gülerek izlediğimi bilin Güzelim, hiç acı hissetmedim Sadece geri gülümse Ve ben gittiğimde hiç üzülmeyin, yas tutmayın sadece sevinin Sesimi her duyduğunuzda sadece şunu hatırlayın Yukarıdan gülerek izlediğimi bilin Güzelim, hiç acı hissetmedim Sadece geri gülümse Hala aynı rüyayı görüyorum, Hailieyi sallıyorum salıncakta Atıyo çığlık ve şarkı söylememi istemiyo Ağlatıyosun, annemi, neden ağlıyo annem? Güzelim, baban hep seninle Babacım yalan söyleme! Hep bunu dedin, hep bunun son olduğunu Artık hep burdasın babacım, sen benimsin Koyuyo kutuları kapının önüne engellemeye çalışıyo sadece Hayır daha fazla gitme babacım, kes şunu Çıkardı cebinden künye, üstünde bi resim Bu seni korur babacım, bu sende dursun Baktım üstüne, ben ayna karşısındayım Bu sikik duvarlar konuşuyo, çünkü duyuyorum onları Diyolar ki Bi şansın var birader, o da bu gece Geç olmadan onları sevdiğini söyle Ve tam yatak odasının kapısını açmışken Sahne döndü, herkes gitmiş ve spot ışıkları açık bi şekilde şarkı söylüyorum Ve ben gittiğimde hiç üzülmeyin, yas tutmayın sadece sevinin Sesimi her duyduğunuzda sadece şunu hatırlayın Yukarıdan gülerek izlediğimi bilin Güzelim, hiç acı hissetmedim Sadece geri gülümse Ve ben gittiğimde hiç üzülmeyin, yas tutmayın sadece sevinin Sesimi her duyduğunuzda sadece şunu hatırlayın Yukarıdan gülerek izlediğimi bilin Güzelim, hiç acı hissetmedim Sadece geri gülümse Altmış bin insan, zıplıyo oturduğu yerden Perde kapanıyo, atıyolar gülleri ayaklarıma Alıyorum alkışları diyorum geldiğiniz için sağolun Bağrıyolar çok sesli, kalabalığa son bir kez baktım Baktım bi aşağıya, inanamadım gözlerime Babacım burdayım, anneme yardım et bilekleri kanıyo! Güzelim biz İsveçteyiz, nasıl buralara geldin Takip ettim seni baba, demiştin ki artık gitmiyorum Yalan attın baba ve annemi çok üzdün Ve sana şu jetonu aldım diyo ki bir numaralı baba Tek istediğim şuydu sana bu jetonu vermek İstediği aldım, öyle olsun annemle gidiyoruz. Dur güzelim – Çok gece baba, yaptın seçimini Git ve onlara bizi onlardan fazla sevdiğini göster Onların istediği belli, sensin, Marshall devam et Bağrıyolar adını, uyuyamamana şaşırmamalı Al hadi diğer ilacı, eminim onu da içeceksin Bundan bahsettin, aynen tosun kendin oldun Aldım alkışları hiç duymadığım bugüne kadar Perde nasıl birden kapanır ki? Döndüm arkama buldum bi silah yerde, patlat gitsin Dayadım kafama, bağrıyolar Geber Shady! çek şu tetiği Karardı hava, hayatım geçti gözümden, olduğum uçak Farz et ki darmaduman Kalktığımda, saat açlıyor ve kuşlar ötüyor Bahar geldi ve Hailie salıncakta sallanıyor Kime doğru yürüyüp ona buse verip, sevdiğimi söylüyorum Hailie gülümsüyor ve kardeşine dermiş gibi: Ve ben gittiğimde hiç üzülmeyin, yas tutmayın sadece sevinin Sesimi her duyduğunuzda sadece şunu hatırlayın Yukarıdan gülerek izlediğimi bilin Güzelim, hiç acı hissetmedim Sadece geri gülümse Ve ben gittiğimde hiç üzülmeyin, yas tutmayın sadece sevinin Sesimi her duyduğunuzda sadece şunu hatırlayın Yukarıdan gülerek izlediğimi bilin Güzelim, hiç acı hissetmedim Sadece geri gülümseEmbed

Like Dat Lyrics Modern day gangsta, old school playa A fine display of greatness at its greatest Send an array of strays at any patriot Breaking down Ks instead of quarters, its kettle water Please, no more zip locks or shoe boxes My little niggas in school got shit now All of the teachers in the school got fixed When they seen me in the streets they give me gifts I aint riffing or raffing or rapping or yapping No I aint from the Nolia, but Im clapping No I aint into coke, but I have it No I aint into dope, but I stock it Like I aint got the po in my pocket No I dont like they clothes but I cop it The white man looking like I aint fit to go in my pocket No I aint fit to stop Im still poppin Holla, like I aint at your throat Im a turtle neck collar Our purpose is respect with a capital R Whoever dont die today, theyll be back tomorrow nigga Im on a Harley, cruising by rides With the stogey in my mouth, Makeveli in the iPod Weezy F., nine milli and the eyes lied Make you think that was a fire squad The way I fire mine, in reality yall behind mine So I cant see you, all you see is Evisu signs WeezyEmbed

Samlade Tankar LyricsMr cool Det är jag Är ni beredda nu eller? är ni beredda? va? är ni beredda eller? är ni beredda? är ni beredda? YUPP! Mr cool ., jag är cool Mr cool är här för att bevisa att jag är bättre än alla andra Jag hatar kvinnor för alla är horor Jag hatar bögar för dom är äckliga Jag hatar cp skadade idioter , för dom är cp Jag hatar negrar för dom är svarta, jävla svarta jävla idioter är ni bögar? Kvinnor är skapade av gud bara för att mannen ska ha nått och knulla Bögar är inte skapade av gud , gud hatar alla bögar och undrar vad dom vill? Kvinnor är inte inkompetenta , jo det är dom jag bara skämmta Men det finns vissa saker en kvinna kan klara men i grund och botten är hon en handelsvara Madelene kan suga min gigantiska kuk , och det kan alla era morsor också göra Jag knullar små tighta 2 åringar , jag tänder på derass exiga rövar änven om dom har blöja Men vafan om dom har blöja så kan man ju äta deras bajs också det är ju gott Det är roligt att våldta små flickor tills dom spräcks , och börjar blöda Sen förlorar dom all respekt för sin kropp och kan aldrig se sig själv i speglen igen Kvinnor är inte inkompetenta , jo det är dom jag bara skämmta Men det finns vissa saker en kvinna kan klara men i grund och botten är hon en handelsvara Ursäkta mig jag skulle vilja köpa en kvinna. ja det går utmärkt varsågod När jag får en dotter. sån jävla hor dotter Ska jag knulla henna varje kväll , hon ska gråta och jag ska skratta Om hon suger dåligt ska jag slå henne , precis som jag slog hennes morsa när hon var gravid Jävla hora. Gravida kvinnor är äckliga , min dotter ska aldrig få gå ut, hon ska bli inne och bli knullad av mig Ta emot kuk nu jävla hora , jävla hor luder , Ta emot kuk nu jävla hora , fyfan vad du är äcklig , fyfan vad jag ska knulla dig tills du spricker Hello my name is overheated suger daddy , fasten your seatbelts and get ready , im here to tell you , if your gay to get down on your knees and pray Mr cool är här för att visa folket , fel böjning av dolk är dolket , visa folket hur det ska gå till för böja ord hur fan jag vill Negrar är också människor , människor som har länslor , dom är kanske lite villda och lite svåra att utbilda Det var någon som skjöt mig , det gjorde skit ont fyfan vad det gör ont , jag är skadad , ligger på marken , nästan död , faktiskt Ikvälla är det fet med Mr cool på gästlisten ...rökarn jolle och jag ska få sistan . Vi ser några läckra brudar passera vi lutar oss tillbaka och röker på lite mera Ur högtalarna pumpas några härliga toner , vi går på jakt efetr några härliga honor Om jag för en stund kan få ordet så ska jag lägga alla korten på bordet Jag har haft en svår barndom , min dagis-förken hon var dum, men revolver , varför är du så dyster? det är kanske bara för att jag knullade din syster? Jag våldtog henne gång på gång nu är hon inte längre lika trång , en sak kan du ta för givet , hon är helt förstörd i underlivet Jag föddes en regnig dag i maj , redan som lite rökte jag brajj , sju år gammal och i första klass , nitade min fröken och sållde lite brass Dom säger att min kvinno syns sätt är förlegat , mannen har i alla tider regerat Mr cool är här , och jag är kungen sug min kuk för du är tvungen , du suger bra med en kniv mot din hals , jag bjuder upp till Våldtäcks mannavals Making up some things ive got to say but it doenst work out any way. I just wanna feel a while , of perfect , whatever , but you cant understand that so , i guess , i guess youll have to go Kvinnor är inte inkompetenta , jo det är dom jag bara skämmta Men det finns vissa saker en kvinna kan klara men i grund och botten är hon en handelsvara Ja hon är ju faktiskt en handels vara , kvinnan det är hon ju , men det behöver ma ju inte reta henne för. hon kan ju inte hjälp det att hon är en handelsvara , det kan hon verkligen inte hjälpa. hon är ju född sån , sluta och hålla på att reta henne för det Tänk om mannen skulle varit född till och vara en handelsvara , då skulle det ju varit synd om honom ju. Tänk på kvinnan. var inte så jävla egoistiska. Man ska inte reta kvinnan bara för att hon är en handelsvara. Något får man ju ha och handla med. Vad fan ska man annars handla med? Man kan ju inte handla men män , dom är ju mer värda. Ja det fattar du väll , sluta reta dom nu , ja nu är den här låten slut , den är jätte bra , lyxcka till i fortsättnigen , ha det roligt , också vill jag häsla till alla på Mallorca hejdå En sak som jag fick reda på idag , är att alla invandrare går på bidragEmbed

’97 Blazer LyricsWeed lacer 97 burgundy Blazer Wanted for burglary Had to ditch the Mercury Tracer Im on some Loc shit Some fed up wit the being broke shit Im not to joke with Bitch, I dont sell crack I smoke it Having a coke fit and going through withdrawals daily Shoot up with mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailie My brains dusted Im disgusted at all my habits Too many aspirin tablets Empty medicine cabinets Losing battles to wack rappers because Im always too blunted Walking up in the cypher smoking Talking about, Who want it Thug and a crook Every drug in the book Ive done it My 9s at your brain Is that your chain Run it Crews die from an overdosage of excessive flavour Aggressive natures got me sticking you for your progressive pager Spectacular Battle rap manufacturer Stole your mamas Acura Wrecked it and sold it back to her Cruise in Nike jackets Escaped from psychiatrics Told the nurse to save my bed for me I might be back quick So barricade your entrance Put up some extra fences A woman beater Wanted for repeated sex offences Chasing dips Take them on long vacation trips Kidnapping them and trapping them in abusive relationships Mess up your face and lips Slit your stomach and watch your gut split Got you with that razor that I use to shave my nuts with Mama dont you cry Your sons too far gone Im so high I dont even know what label Im on Im messed up I feel just like an overworked plumber Im sick of the crap Whats Jack Kevorkians phone number1Embed

Role Model Lyrics Mic check, one-two, we recording? Im cancerous so, when I diss, you wouldnt wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus Ill strangle you to death, then Ill choke you again And break your fucking legs til your bones poke through your skin You beef with me, Ima even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally I get too blunted off of funny home grown ‘Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono So if I said I never did drugs That would mean I lie and get fucked more than the President does Hilary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet My nerves hurt, and lately Im on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blond dreads Every girl I ever went out with has gone les Follow me and do exactly what the song says Smoke weed, take pills, drop out of school, kill people And drink, jump behind the wheel like it was still legal Im dumb enough to walk in a store and steal So Im dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill Some people only see that Im white, ignorin skill ‘Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I dont get pissed, yall dont even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white? I dont even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave My middle finger wont go down, how do I wave? And this is how Im supposed to teach kids how to behave? Now follow me and do exactly what you see Dont you wanna grow up to be just like me? I slap women and eat shrooms then OD Now dont you want to grow up to be just like me? Me and Marcus Allen was buttfuckin Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, mustve been Ron Gold Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed them both then smeared blood on the white Bronco My mind wont work if my spine dont jerk I slapped Garth Brooks out of his rhinestone shirt Im not a player, just a ill rhyme sayer Thatll spray a aerosol can up at the ozone layer My rap styles warped, Im running out the morgue With your dead grandmothers corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon with a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn Im bout as normal as Norman Bates With deformative traits, a premature birth that was four minutes late Mother, are you there? I love you I never meant to hit you over the head-1Embed

Just Don’t Give a #?@! Lyrics Woah, uh get your hands in the air And get to clapping em and, like, back and forth Because this is what you thought it wasnt It bes the brothers representin the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G And check out my man, he goes by the name of um, er… Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady Im an M-80, you little like that Kim lady Im buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you playas worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You aint gon sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open Im doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, Im an alcoholic Hi, Marshall! I have a disease, and they dont know what to call it Better hide your wallet Cause Im coming up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, Im coming out swingin, so fast itll make your eyes spin You getting knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The proof is in the pudding, just ask DeShaun Holton Ill slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming Fuck the world like 2Pac I just dont give a fuck Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that Im on crack I just dont give a fuck So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just dont give a fuck But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just dont give a fuck Im nicer than Pete, but Im on a search to crush a milkbone Im everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like silicone Im ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason Im colder than snow season when its 20 below freezin Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview Ill diss your magazine and still wont get a weak review Ill make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion Pathological liar, blowing shit out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking trash can With more holes than an afghan So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming Fuck the world like 2Pac I just dont give a fuck Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that Im on crack I just dont give a fuck So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just dont give a fuck But see me on the street and duck Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just dont give a fuck Somebody let me out this limousine! Im a caged demon On stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine Im convinced Im a fiend Shooting up while this record is spinnin Clinically brain dead, I dont need a second opinion Fuck droppin a jewel, Im flippin a sacred treasure Ill bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher I cant take the pressure, Im sick of bitches Sick of nagging bosses bitchin while Im washin dishes In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, thats when my face grayed Went to gym in 8th grade, raped the womens swim team Dont take me for a joke, Im no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again Im going up over the curb, driving on the median Finally made it home, but I dont got the key to get in So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming Fuck the world like 2Pac I just dont give a fuck Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that Im on crack I just dont give a fuck So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just dont give a fuck But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just dont give a fuck Shit, fuck everybody! Outsidaz, Pacewon, Young Zee DU2Embed

Obie Story Lyrics Mommas so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby Imma let you pick out whatever you want Ma, I can get any shoes I want? Thats right, today is your day Momma dont have much, but Ill spend it all on you today Okay, I want these. Ah man, Imma look fresh when I go to school Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman thats a queen With big dreams for the younger sibling O couldnt do no wrong According to report cards Obie brought home They say good in spelling Spelling bees always excelling Which was so overwhelming that Momma took him shopping Copped him the new Jays Swear to God homie this was Obies cool days BMXing up the block with the tennant living next to him Shooting hopes, who got hops? Worthy, when he pop a jump shot No worries, just a pocket full of sugar or whatnot Hit the candy house on the block It was pickle in them spot Then things turn around when Obiell lay down Hear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded em Astounded him, the volume of the blast had me so interested Momma falling with cash, she cant get a nigga in this bitch They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching class Dad aint around, he left a nigga Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday Is it my fault, shit got dark? Mom and I fall apart, relationship taunts, bad talk Cant stand you, looking like ya Daddy with that same walk {Muthafucka you - } Now a niggas out in the streets Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me Cant stay away from beef Scrapping with them niggas from the other side Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels Old school niggas see that Im an animal Front me at 16, see how my roll handle Now Im up the Os but wait on the affy Cuz here come my muthafuckin baby, cool Had to slow my role Plus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowl Hold my temperment cuz I see such innocence When Im looking in Kobies pupils Despite all the dope I sold I had to change my road I just might be able to grow old Older brother said, Yo O Imma quit my job so we can chase our goals Ill be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose Thats what we did, I still flipped a little bit Saved up my chips and put it into music Well Known Asshole a underground hit Still scrambling, looking like shit Baby momma think Im smoking more then a spliff Think a blessing came from the man who invented my gift When Eminem said let me hear you spit Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents Hit em with the D12 skit Can exhale now I see my Moms aint pissed She hit em with a smile cuz Obie became focused From independent out the trunk like them dope kids To platinum plaques, world tours, getting noticed An inappropriate soldier became so ferocious In this Hip-Hop culture that I long for The roller coaster O was on so young Took a turn right into his song Thats right, from after school fights To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights One mics, all I need involved with beats Imma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me And thatll be the day you applaud and see The underdog gets his eventually Gotta end it though Im all in it, theres no limits And its so splendid Real names, no gimmics No image, just a soldier who spoke what he lived From the ribs with it, the flows vintage Obie gotta do this for real Yeah Obie TriceEmbed

Narcos Lyrics Please, God, can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight Please, God, can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight I aint a killer, but dont push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God, hopin that hes listenin Seein niggas comin for me and my diamonds when they glistenin Now pay attention: bless me please, Father, Im a ghost In these killing fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go Lets go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman Screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies see me flee Activate my hate, let it break to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit Plus, Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they cant adjust, its just as well, Hail Please, God, can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight Please, God, can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight I can’t explain what it is my brain does But however, it works Its insane, its plain nuts And it aint just my brain that’s dangerous It’s a whole combination of things It takes nuts And I’m not afraid to raise the stakes up I got a million bucks in the bank And 8 trucks For anybody who gets on the track and spanks us Im patiently waiting for the day I’m anxious To see the look on ya fake mugs When you thugs go bankrupt Ya drunk You aint tough It’s too late chump I don’t stop The only thing that I wait for Is the day I don’t have to report to probate court A lot of rappers on my list That just ain’t Ja And I read that motherfucker off come April You pussies think I went soft since 8 mile When I come back I’ll be shooting more than just paintballs Please, God, can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight Please, God, can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight Hell, til I reach Hell, I aint scared Mama checkin in my bedroom, I aint there I got ahead with no screws in it, what can I do? One life to live, but I got nothin to lose Just me and you on a one-way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all wrapped up in this livin, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin their bid Raise hell to this real shit and feel this Fuck that My ammunition varies, my voice carries Watch me invite the whole world me and the mob gettin married It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark Just as suspected, a trick bitch where is your heart You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same Except some who want more out of life than stress We still thuggin til its no one left, Hell or prison Please, God, can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight Please, God, can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tightEmbed

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 mo{therfuckin} conscience! Thats nonsense! Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your aunts 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 {shit}! Hit that lick! Can you afford to blow this hit, are you that rich? Whyd you care if you scare her to death? Are you that chick? Do you really think she gives {a fuck} if you have kids? Man, dont do it, its not worth it to risk it Not over this lick , drop the biscuit Dont even listen to Slim, yo, hes bad for you You know what, Dre? I dont like your attitude These voices, these voices, I hear them And when they talk, Ill follow, Ill follow Ill follow, Ill follow all these voices These voices, I hear them And when they talk, Ill follow, Ill follow Ill follow, Ill follow all these 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 in her mom and dads house Man, aint you ever seen that one movie Kids? No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest Dyou wanna get hauled off to jail? Bump that, drop her off, ring the door bell then bail These voices, these voices, I hear them And when they talk, Ill follow, Ill follow Ill follow, Ill follow all these voices These voices, I hear them And when they talk, Ill follow, Ill follow Ill follow, Ill follow all these 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 tryin to 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 {dick}? 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 out 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? Whats wrong? Didnt think Id remember? Huh-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, fuck it,} what am I sayin? {Do em both, Grady! Wheres your gun at?}Embed

Phone Tap LyricsIm ice grilling you, staring you down with a gremlin grin Im Eminem, youre a fag in a womens gym Im Slim, cause Shady is really a fake alias To save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A brainiac with a cranium packed full of more uranium Than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spasmatic Strapped to a Craftmatic adjustable bed Laid up in a hospital in critical condition I flat lined, jumped up and ran from the mortician High speed, IV full of Thai-weed Looking Chinese with my knees, stuck together like Siamese Twins, joined at the groin like lesbians Pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins I hope god forgives me for my sins It probably all depends on if I keep on killing my girlfriends2Embed

Eminem Freestyle LyricsHey yo, what do you think about two grown ass men Living together? Alright. What do you think about another grown ass man Living right upstairs from them? Well those two grown ass men Living together on my nuts And that shits right above them When I rhyme somehow I think I must subliminally Throwing viagra at these fags who got these hard-ons for me But I suppose anything goes when it comes to my flows Nothing is off limits except for Michaels nose! I didn’t know, Im so sorry please tell me what I can do To make it up to those of you who I offended. Ooh! I got it, I got it, apology for Steve Harvey too, it’s in my pocket FUCK YOU!! Hey! What do you say Andre whats new? Life is good man I’m chilling, 50 how bout you? Yayos out of jail, Buck is out on bail, we’ll make it through, we always do ODB, rest in peace, G-G-G-UNIT!2Embed