[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen Make some noise Aw shit Yeah Y'all ready to get this shit started or what Alright Well I brought some friends with me too
[Verse 1 - Eminem] Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse till I yack Jack Daniels and yap Burp bubbles, attitudes Immaturing Double shot of bacardi, party Vision is blurring, woh ho I can't see shit My words get to slurring uh oh You can call me R Kelly now or you're in trouble What's incurring before after enduring the show Has no baring on the bad news I'm baring whoa what is it word play? No I'm pushing you out the dumps So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe It's pandemo-nium standin' oh when you see him oh Damn baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood Snap work a napoleon you and me both Break bread while I'm coppin' over this game now pinch a loaf Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words I got the hood on smash Like I stepped on the gas destroyed the front end Deployed the damn airbags from the dash Went through 'em and laughed Came back an hour after the accident And bit a goddamn jaw-breaker in half So stop taping the funk and start shaking ya ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian the rap Just Blaze on the track What the f-ck is more amazing than that slut Answer me that, Royce where you at?
[Verse 2 - Royce D' 5'9"] I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers Are prying you apart tune-up on your head designed by a bar-stool Designed by a cartoon, before I need to be hired Jimmy 'Io fire Marshall The 9 tucked against the lining I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down Like ya'll are a couple 69ing It's like Rick James is shooting up your house n-gga F-ck your couch n-gga You screaming f-ck the world with your middle finger up While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud My b-tch, know I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the Oj the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred Ego, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito (What that mean Nickel?) It's a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that b-tch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' that Good day and good night, Ortiz where the fuck you at?
[Verse 3 - Joel Ortiz] I'm right here my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I'll write fear In the heart of you tight squares, I harbor the art of you night square It's tight ware 'cause that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after polishing off his 9th beer Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God, I give tracks a holy feel And they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be, just waiting to be hooked to Ivs Monroe's brown when you look at my pee And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction, and record the pig's oink When I rip his intestines This isn't just an infection This won't go away with penicillin injections Millions of questions arouse after they did an inspection What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it Aw shit I did it again, when I lit with this pen, I admitted this phlegm This time along side Em and the Em So tell a friend to tell a friend, write a disgusting hook Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the f-ck is Crook?
[Verse 4 - Crooked I] I'm right here letting the shotty pop Quick as a karate chop, get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop Come with Maserati drop in the body shot Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped I take your life to the 9th inning A knife in a gunfight I love it me and my knife winnin' I laugh when you fall the shit will be funny I buy my bitch a new a-s and watch her sit on my money Man all the bitches holla, they wanna drop my bridges than jaw my dick and swallow Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguidala, I bear more arms than 6 koalas As soon as a I draw get sent to Alaba I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun, I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn I pillage your village for fun, And genius gun, a syllable gun Real as they come, Long Beach Sadan Slaughterhouse equals swine flu As I fly we do what you try to do without trying 'Cause to us it's so easy, where, jump-off Joe Beezy
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Compositores: Eminem , Royce D' 5'9" , Joel Ortiz , Crooked IPublicado em 2010ECAD verificado fonograma #1975784 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM