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Зарубежный рэп, хип-хоп | Переходов: 0 | Дата: 03.04.2012

(Instrumental)
Зарубежный рэп, хип-хоп | Переходов: 0 | Дата: 01.04.2012

[Eminem]
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here..

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem
[*vocal turntable: chigga chigga chigga*]
"Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes [SLURP]
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
[*EWWW!*] But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

[Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)]

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?

[Eminem]
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD [AHHH!]
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you [bzzzt]
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it [*ERR*] I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
[*HACH*] Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

[Chorus 4X]

[Eminem]
Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up
Зарубежный рэп, хип-хоп | Переходов: 0 | Дата: 26.12.2011

Obie Trice.
Real name no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the outside

Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back?

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to
See Marshall no more they want Shady
I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem is complicated
So the F-C-C won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on M-T-V
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips
**** that, cum on your lips and some on your ****
And get ready 'cause this **** is about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, "**** you, Debbie!"

[Chorus]
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "*****"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution
Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ***
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my *** you ask for me
Well I'm back, fix your bent antennae
Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter
Into the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
"Testing attention please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

[Chorus]

A-tiskit a-taskit,
I go *** for tat with anybody who's talking this **** and that ****
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your *** kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed ***, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old
Let it go its over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this **** just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It will be so empty without me
Зарубежный рэп, хип-хоп | Переходов: 0 | Дата: 26.12.2011

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his ****in' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a ************, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ***
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a ****in' menace, this **** doesn't make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal then I'm a criminal,
How the **** can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of **** too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and **** it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you ***ault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they think the ****'s cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the ****'s affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's ****ed up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a ****in' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the ****in' **** in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (C'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (C'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Зарубежный рэп, хип-хоп | Переходов: 0 | Дата: 26.12.2011

[Intro - Eminem ]

Shady, Aftermath
There she goes shaking that ass on the floor
Bumpin and grindin that pole
The way she's grindin that pole
I think I'm losing control

[Verse 1 - Eminem]

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fucked up
Hit the strip club don't forget ones get your dick rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted
Pasted, blasted, puke drink up, get a new drink
Hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine going
Knowing still got a few chunks on your shoestring
Showing I was dehydrated till the beat vibrated
I was revibed as soon as this Bitch gyrated
And hips and licked them lips and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit

[Verse 2 - Nate Dogg]

Two to the one from the one to the three
I like good pussy and I like good trees
Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one from the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessey
I've been to the motherfucking mountain top
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo ass I'm gonna continue to rock
Get you ass of the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close cause strobe lights lie

[Verse 3 - Nate Dogg]

We bout to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
I'm looking for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are bout it bout it
I'm looking for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say everyday she be giving it up

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]

Shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me
Come on girl, shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me
Oh girl, shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me
Come on girl, shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me

[Verse 4 - Eminem]

I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
Take a little bit of this fluoride rinse
Swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish
Yeah me and Nate d-o double g
Looking for a couple bitches with some double d's
Pop a little champagne and a couple E's
Slip it in her bubbuly, we finna finna have a party

[Verse 5 - Nate Dogg]

Have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
I'm looking for a girl I can fuck in my hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big Ol' butt
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are bout it bout it
I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can but she won't say no
Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
Tonight I want a slut, will you be mine?
I heard you was freaky from a friend of mine

[Bridge - Eminem]

Now I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak
He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]

Shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me
C'mon girl, shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me
Oh girl, shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me
C'mon girl, shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me
We bout' to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (go ahead shake your butt)
I'm looking for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are bout it bout it
I'm looking for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say everyday she be giving it up

[Outro - Eminem]

There she goes, shaking that ass on the floor
Bumpin and grindin that pole
The way she's grindin that pole
I think I'm losing control

God, come one

[Eminem makes noises]

I ain't leavin' without you bitch

Coming home with me

And my boy, and this boy, and this butt, and his girl

ha ha, Nate Dogg

[deep breathing]
Зарубежный рэп, хип-хоп | Переходов: 0 | Дата: 26.12.2011

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
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's 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 won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Hook:]
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)

The soul's 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 superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screaming on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go it's my shot.
Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man
Зарубежный рэп, хип-хоп | Переходов: 0 | Дата: 26.12.2011

[Chorus]
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a 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, **** it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some ***** who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground **** that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the **** you did with Rawkus too, that **** was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

[Chorus]

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's ****ed up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his ****in' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you
You would write back, see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got **** else so that **** helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S.
We should be together too
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans",
This will be the last package I ever send your ***
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim,
Shut up *****! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh ****, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this **** out?

[Chorus]

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that **** intentionally just to diss you
But what's this **** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that **** just clownin' dog,
Come on, how ****ed up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your *** from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this **** about us meant to be together?
That type of **** will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy ****
I seen this one **** on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!
Зарубежный рэп, хип-хоп | Переходов: 0 | Дата: 26.12.2011

Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)
My name is.. <scratches> Slim Shady
Hi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?)
My name is.. <scratches> Slim Shady

Ahem.. excuse me!
Can I have the attention of the class 
for one second?

(Eminem)
Hi kids! Do you like Primus? (Yeah yeah!)
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?
Try ('cid) and get messed up worse that my life is?
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight
but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to (impregnate)
And Dr. Dre said, Slim Shady you a basehead!
Uh-uhhh! So why's your face red? Man you wasted!
Well since age twelve, I've felt like a caged elf
who stayed to himself, in one space, chasin his tail (blalblalblabla)
Got ticked off and ripped Pamela Lee's lips off
Kissed em and said, I ain't know silicone was 'sposed to be this soft
I'm bout to pass out and crash, and fall in the grass
faster than a fat man who sat down too fast
C'mere lady! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
I don't give a damn, Dre sent me to tick the world off!

Chorus

(Eminem)
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Damn!)
Thanks a lot.. next semester, I'll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
and told him to change the grade on the paper (Now!)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Served the bartender, then walked out with a tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin over pedestrians
in a spaceship while they're screamin at me: LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more (dope) than I do
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin (drugs) and name it after her (Here mom!)
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, (ASSHOLE!)'

Chorus

(Eminem)
Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE!
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of Kool-Aid -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I'll (fuck) anything that walks (C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO (TITS!) (WAH!)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed 
Put a bulleproof vest on and tap myself in the head (BANG!)
I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!) 
And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?)
Ask him if he bought a porno mag and seen my ad

Chorus
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Whatever
Dre just let it run
Ah-yo turn the beat up a little bit
Ah-yo this song is for anyone
**** it just shut up and listen

Ah-yo
I sit back with this pack of zigzags
And this bag of this weed
It gives me the **** needed to be
The most meanest M-C on this on this earth
'Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre **** that works
And it sells and it helps in its self
To relieve all this tension dispensing me
Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently
Off of this chest and I rest to get peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets
When I'm eating or feedin' my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no I don't owe you a ********** anything
I'm not Mr. 'N Sync and I'm not what your friends think
I'm 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 I'm lifting you ten feet
In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you, I don't mean to be mean but it's all I can be
It's just me

[Chorus]
And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
'Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it's constant
And "oh it's 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 the pinky or the ring or the thumb
It's the one you put up when you don't give a ****
When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull
'Cause they full of **** too
When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at?
And look at where it's at middle America
Now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see
An upper class city having this happening
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel
That I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned

[Chorus]

I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on "my name is"
And pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations
They cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations
And I just do not have the patience
To deal with these cocky Caucasians
Who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black
'Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same ****ing questions
What school did I go to?
What hood I grew up in?
The why? The who, what?
When and where and the how?
'Til I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out
You've been driving me crazy, I can't take it
I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a **** in the bathroom
Without someone standing by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an *******
I'm glad cause
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Ah'm, ah'm, ah'm
Ah'm, gonna facking, cam

[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah (oh god damn!)
I'm gonna fackin' cam! (oh ****!)
Fack fack fack (**** I am!)
I am, I'm going to come (I'm camming!)

(Oh yeah god) I never seen no **** like this,
This ***** can twist like a damn contortionist
Condom on my **** of course it is,
This ***** don't know what abortion is
So I can't cum in her,
****s like a porn star, looks like jenna,
Fack I'm gonna,
Cum I think my rubbers comin' off,
But oh its so ****in' wet and soft,
****, I'm gonna start lettin' off
I'm squirting and she's not gettin' off,
And she's on top
I'm gonna fackin', oh god,
Oh don't do that, don't, stop
Stop, don't, I don't mean don't stop!
Ow wait a minute
Ow ow **** I, I'm gonna ****in' cam!

[Chorus]

Oh wow, boo that pow, ooh ow I need a cigarette now!
Oh I'm so ****ing hot,
And you're so ****ing hot,
Oh my god,
I wanna fackin' fack
No not ****, I said fack ,
F-A-C-K, F-A-C-K,
Fack, fack fack fackin' freak me!
Oh yeah girl see baby they call me mr freaky,
Let's call your sister 3-way
Have some threesome, me so horny
And you're such a ****in' babe I wanna go down on you
**** you shave!
Ohh god damn, here I go again, I'm gonna cum I am!

[Chorus]

OK I'm done,
I already came twice,
You ain't gonna make me cam,
I'm all outta gas,
Not so fast! uh your finger just went in my ***!
Ow that hurts! take it out now
Oh wait a minute oww put it back in, in in in
This don't mean I'm gay, I don't like men
I like boobs, boobs, boobs
Now see that gerbil, grab that tube,
Shove it up my butt,
Let that little rascal nibble on my *******, uhh, yeah, right there, right there,
Ah I'm coming ah yeah,
Fack, I just came again, okay pull it out now,
Oh **** yeah, wait he's not out he's still crawling around up there,
Ow **** I think it's stuck
Oh but it feels so fackin' good!

[Chorus]

Shove a gerbil in your *** through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your *** through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your *** through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your *** through a tube
Ew ew ew ew
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Yeah...you feel that baby?
Yeah, I feel it too. Damn.
You know...I'm so glad
We could spend this time together...
See, not as crazy
As you thought I was, am I?

I'm the American dream! I'm
The definition of whitetrash balling,
I'm right back on 'em
With the [scratches] I can't call it,
Same shit, different toilet,
Oh you got a nice ass darlin'!
Can't wait to get you into my Benz,
Take you for a spin,
What you mean we ain't fuckin',
You take me for a friend?
Let me tell you the whole story
Of Shady's origin,
You'll be sorry if you slam
My Mercedes door again now!
It all started with my father,
I must have got
My pimping genes from him,
The way he left my mama,
I'm a rolling stone just like him,
Word to Johnny Drama -
Keep my entourage with me!
Baby I'll make a promise
There ain't nobody as bomb as me,
I'm as calm as the breeze,
I'm the bee's knees,
His legs and his arms,
I'm a s-superstar girl,
I'm ready for you mama!
Why you think the only thing
I got on is my pyjamas?

[Chorus]
So bad,
So good that I'm so bad,
Guarantee I'll be
The greatest thing you ever had,
Cause you ain't never met
Nobody like me,
And you ain't gonna wanna fuck
Nobody else again...

I'm equivalent to a shot of Cuevo,
First I kiss your navel,
Work my way down,
Baby you can lay down on the table,
But you may wanna find
Something more stable,
I told you I ain't fooling
From the gate,
This ain't the first day of April!
But thank you for staying April,
I'ma make you learn
To appreciate me, differentiate me
From these phoney
Little fishy and sissy fake Gs,
Skip over the huggy-bear
And all the kissyface please,
Initiate phase three,
Missy now service me!
Take another shot of Jager,
Shake it so nervously,
Take your time baby,
Ooh you're the bomb baby!
Ooh you're doing that
Even better than your mom lady!
I told you I'm Shady,
You didn't listen, now did you?
Relax woman, you know
That I'm only kidding with you,
Got a twisted sense of humour,
It's warped, but I didn't hit you,
I think you're finally starting
To get the picture, I'm...

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Call me dynamite, dynamite,
Dynamite soul!
Call me dynamite, dynamite,
Dynamite soul!
I can hold you in the morning
But in the evening I gotta go...
'Cause I'm on to the next girl,
And the next girl
I kinda like, oh-oh-oh!

I got you caught up in the rapture,
Make you recapture
The feelings you had
For your last boyfriend
Before he slapped you,
You never wanted someone so bad,
You're sweating
But if I'm what you wanted,
Why'd you panic when I grabbed you?
Girl don't be so frantic,
I'm just a hopeless romantic,
Don't try to fight the feeling
Of something that's so organic,
You can't ignore it
so don't just stand before it,
Just drop them panties to the floor,
Let's get to camcordin'.
Damn shorty, I told you
This was bound to happen,
Soon as you wrote
Your number on a napkin
I was bound to work
A number on your back and
Throw your spine out of alignment,
My love has got you so blind that
You couldn't pick Amy Winehouse
Out of a lineup,
So stop at the store, pick a pint up,
Let's get
the pineapple Schnapps going,
No one'll knock
Cause I'ma hang a sign up
Saying "Don't disturb",
Shorty I'm so superb,
I say the right things,
Don't I spit the dopest words?

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

Haha... Dr. Dre...
2010... light years ahead of you...
Haha... Whoo!
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I can almost taste it,
This shit makes no sense to me,
What does it all mean??
I can almost taste it,
I can almost savour it,
This shit makes no sense to me,
What does it all mean??
I can almost taste it...

Yeah, can't stop now...
This maybe the last chance I get
To be famous!

[Chorus:]
You dream of trading places,
I have been changing faces,
You cannot fill these shoes,
There is too much to lose.
Wake up behind these trenches,
You run around defenceless,
There is too much to lose,
You cannot fill these shoes.
-I just wanna be famous but...
-Be careful what you wish for!

I stuck my dick in this game
Like a rapist,
They call me Slim Roethlisberger,
I get bezerker than
A fed up post office worker,
A murker with a Mossberg,
I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter,
Squirted a frankfurter!
For a gangsta, you sure did
Shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving
Like a Terrible Towel,
How things turn around,
When his fangs come out,
Get your brains blown out!
That's what I call blowing your mind,
When I come back
Like nut on your spine,
I'm a thumbtack that you slept on son,
Now here I come screaming "Attack!"
Like I just stepped on one!

Low on the totem til' he showed 'em
Defiance, giant scrotum,
He don't owe them bitches shit,
His britches, he out grow'd em,
He's so out cold, he's knocked out
At the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him,
Rigor mortis and post-mortem,
He's dying of boredom,
Take your best rhymes, record 'em,
Then try to thwart him, he'll
Take your punchlines and snort 'em.
Shit-stained drawers,
You gon' fuck with the guy
That licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F.Chang's sauce,
Game's up homie,
Hang it up like some crank calls,
You think I'm backing down,
You must be out your dang skulls!
I'm almost famous...

[Chorus]

I'm back for revenge,
I lost the battle,
That ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep,
I step, strapped with a pen,
Metaphors wrote on my hand,
Some are just stored in my memory,
Some are wrote on a napkin,
I do what I have to to win,
Pulling out all stops,
Any who touched a mic prior
Is not even Austin Powers,
How the fuck are they Mike Myers?
And tell that psycho
To pass the torch to the whacko
'For I take a shit
In his jackolantern
Then smash it on his porch,
Now get off my dick, dick's
Too short of a word for my dick,
Get off my
Antidisestablishmentarianism,
You prick!

Don't call me the champ, call me
The space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger,
Matter of fact, I need a lawyer,
I just laced my gloves with
Enough plaster to make a cast,
Beat his ass naked and
Pee'd in his corner
Like Verne Troyer,
Ya'll are Eminem backwards,
You're Mini-Mes,
See he's in
A-whole-nother weight class,
He's slugs, you're BBs,
You're bean-bag bullets.
You're full of it,
You were dissing his CD's,
Laughed at Infinite,
Now he's back
Like someone pissed in his wheaties,
No peace treaties,
He's turned into a beast,
His new Slim Shady EP's got
The attention of the mighty Dre,
He's almost famous...

[Chorus]

Now there he goes in Dre's studio
Cupping his balls,
Screaming the wood off the panel
And cussing the paint off the walls,
Spewing his hate to these haters,
Showing no love for these brauds.
He ain't giving 'em shit,
He says he'll pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the bronze
So dark you can see the mark
With the scars til Abraham Lincoln
Is screaming out "AHHH!"
His metaphors and similies
Ain't similar to them not at all,
If they don't like
They can all get fucked
Instead of sucking him off,
They can go get a belt
Or a neck tie to hang themselves by,
Like David Carradine, they can go
Fuck themselves and just die!

And eat shit while they at it,
He's fucking had it,
He's mad at the whole world,
So go to hell
And build a snowman, girl,
The bullies become bullied,
The pussies get pushed,
Then they better pull me, take me back
To 9th grade to school me
Cause I ain't looking back,
Only forward,
This whole spot-blowing,
Who coulda known he'd grow
To be a poet and not know it?
And while I'm being poetic,
Let me get it stoic
And raise the bar higher
Than my opinion
Of these women's been lowered,
So bare witness to some biblical shit,
As the cold wind's blowing,
This world ain't gonna know
What hit it,
He did it,
He made it, he's finally famous!
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[Chorus]
The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days though, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over

[Verse 1]
If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud
Somewhere in me deep down, there's something in me he found
That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now
You try, it'll be them doors, Andre's phantom believe me
clowns
That means suicide homie, you'll never throw me
Off of this course, blow me
Bitch I do this all for the sport only
But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards homie
And the balls in my court and it's lonely
On top of the world when you're the only
One with the balls and your shorts
To leave them jaws on the floor with no re-
Morse, remember that when they get to doggin' you boy homie
So y'all can just get to bloggin' about bologna
I'm not gonna stop the saga
Continue, no stoppin' the force Obi, I'm moppin the floors
With them, I keep tryna pass it, but they keep on droppin'
the torch
And it won't be, long til this sport is O-V-
E-R, just blazin' and we knockin' them doors and no we
Ain't pumpkins on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch,
so be
Careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here so
follow me
Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P
Let me guide you through the smoke G
If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my lonely
No one who knew me like you will ever know me
I don't think you understand how much you meant to me

[Chorus]
The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days though, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over

And it don't stop (oh)
And it don't quit (oh)
And it don't stop (oh)
And it don't quit (oh)
And I miss you (oh)
I just miss you (oh)
I just miss you (oh)
Homie I'll never forget you (no)

[Verse 2]
For you, I wanan write the sickest rhyme of my life
So sick it'll blow up the mic, It'll put the dyna-in-mite
Yeah it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and
shit hisself
Tap dancin' all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and
spit itself
Yeah it's the best thing I could do right now for you Doodi
is to rap
SO Imma fuck til I die, yeah Imma do it to death
And itstead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate
your life
Elevate to new height, step on the gas and accelerate, Imma
need two mics
Cuz the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just
do right
There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm
just too hyped
Just finished the rhyming bust it, excuse the corny
metaphor
They'll never catch up to all this energy that I've
mustered
So God just help me out while I fight through this grievin'
process
Tryna process this loss is makin' me nauseous
But this depression ain't takin me hostage
I've been patiently watchin' this game, pacin' these
hallways
You had faith in me always
Proof you knew I'd come out of this slump, rise from these
ashes
Come right back on they asses, and go Mike Tyson on these
bastards
And Imma show 'em, blow 'em out the water slaughter 'em
homes
I'm on so many bells the only place they can hit me is
below
Homie I know I'm, never gonna be the same with you
I woulda never came in this game, I'm going insane without
you
Matter of fact it was just the other night, had another
dream about you
You told me to get up, I got up and spread my wings and I
flew
You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you
You told me nah Doodi you're not layin' on that table I
knew
I was gonna make it, soon as you said think of Hailie, I
knew
There wasn't no way that I was gonna ever leave them babies,
and Proof
Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you
Lord I'm so thankful, please don't think I don't feel
grateful, I do
Just grant me the strength that I need, for one more day to
get through
So homie this is your song, I dedicate this to you
I love you Doodi

[Chorus]
The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days though, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over

And it don't stop (oh)
And it don't quit (oh)
And it don't stop (oh)
And it don't quit (oh)
And I miss you (oh)
I just miss you (oh)
I just miss you (oh)
Homie I'll never forget you (no)
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Just gonna stand there and watch me burn..?
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts..!
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie.......
I love the way you lie...

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight

High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before I'm about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it

-Wait! Where're you going?
-I'm leaving you...
-No, you ain't! Come back!

We're running right back
Here we go again
It's so insane
Cause when it's going good
It's going great
I'm Superman
With the wind in his bag
She's Lois Lane

But when it's bad
It's awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who's that dude
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn???
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts..!
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry??!
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie.......
I love the way you lie...

I love the way you lie...

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're 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 you're getting fucking sick
Of looking at 'em
You swore you've never hit 'em
Never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit 'em
You push
Pull each other's hair
Scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down

Pin 'em
So lost in the moments
When you're in 'em
It's the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it's best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don't know ya
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[intro]

too late for the other side
caught in a change
25 to life
too late for the other side
caught in a change
25 to life
yeah
too late
i cant keep chasing em
??
caught in a change
25 to life

[verse 1]

i dont think she understands the sacrifices that i made
maybe if this bitch had acted right i wouldve stayed
but ive already wasted over half of my life i wouldve laid
down and died for you i no longer cry for you
no more pain bitch you
took me for granted took my heart and ran it straight into the planet
into the dirt i can no longer stand it
now my respect i demand it
imma take control of this relationship
command it, and imma be the boss of you now goddamnit
and what i mean is that i will no longer let you control me
so you better hear me out this much you owe me
i gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you while ive stayed
paved for all the way this is how i fucking get repaid
look at how i dress fucking baggy sweats, go to work a mess
always in a rush to get back to you i aint heard you yet
not even once say you apreciate me i deserve respect
ive done my best to give you nothing less than perfectness
and i know that ?? ill no longer have nothing left
but you keep treating me like a staircase its time to fucking step
and i wont be coming back so dont hold your fucking breath
you know what youve done no need to go in depth
i told you, youd be sorry if i fucking left
id laugh while you wept
hows it feel now, yeah, funny aint it, you neglected me
did me a favor ?? my spirit free youve said
but a special place for you in my heart i have kept
its unfortunate but its,

[chorus]

too late for the other side
caught in a change
25 to life
too late for the other side
caught in a change
25 to life

[verse 2]

i feel like when i bend over backwards for you all you do is laugh
cause that aint good enough you expect me to fold myself in half
til i snap
dont think im loyal
all i do is rap
i can not moonlight on the side
i have no life outside of that
dont i give you enough of my time
you dont think so do you
jealous when i spend time with the girls
why im married to you still man i dont know
but tonight im serving you with papers
im divoricing you
go marry someone else and make em famous
and take away there freedom like you did to me
treat em like you dont need them and they aint worthy of you
feed em the same shit you made me eat
im moving on forget you oh,
now im special, ha i felt special when i was with you
all i ever felt was this
helplessness
imprisoned by a selfish bitch
chew me up and spit me out
i fell for this so many times
its ridiculus
and still i stick with this
im sick of this ?? my sickness aint addiction
your a ??
evil as they come ?? as they make em
my friends keep asking why i cant just walk away
im addicted
to the pain, the stress, the drama
im ?? so i guess imma mess
cursed and blessed
but this time imma
aint changing my mind
im climbing out this ??
you screaming as i walk out that ill be missed
but when you spoke to people who meant the most to you
you left me off your list
fuck you hip-hop
im leaving you, my life sentence is served bitch
and its just

[chorus]

too late for the other side
caught in a change
25 to life
too late for the other side
caught in a change
25 to life
too late
caught in a change
25 to life
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(Hook)

You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard, you can pull all the cards
But I won't back down, oh no I won't back down, oh no

(Verse 1)

Cadillacs appeals, Coupe Deville's
Brain dead rims, yeah stupid wheels
Girl I'm too for real, lose your tooth and nails
Try to fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel
What I do, I do it well
Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill
Half a breath left on my death bed
Screaming F that, yeah super ill
Baby what the deal, we can chill
Split a half a pill and a happy meal
Fuck a steak slut, I'll cut my toes off
And step on the receipt before I foot the bill
Listen garden tool, don't make me introduce you to my power tool
You know the fucking drill
How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable?
Summer's eve massingale
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby crank the shit
Cause it's your god damned jam
You said you wanted your punclines a little more compact
Well shorty I'm that man
These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man
I gave Bruce Wayne a valium
And said settle your fucking ass down, I'm ready for combat man
Get it, calm Batman? Nah, ain't nobody who's as bomb and as
Nuts, lines are like mom's cat scans
Cause they fucking don't ???????
Honey I applaude that ass, swear to god man
These mobs can't dance, maa show 'em how it's done
Spaz like a god damn Taz, yeah

(Hook)

You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard, you can pull all the cards
But I won't back down, oh no I won't back down, oh no

(Verse 2)

Girl shake that ass like a donkey with parkinsons
Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playing with an etcha-sketch
Bet ya that you'll never guess who's knockin' at your doors
People's hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gon' get divorced
Girl forget remorse, Imma hit you broads with
Chris' force like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue motherucker, you ain't got a lick in yours
Hittin' licks, like I'm robbin' liquor stores
Making cash registers shit their drawers
Think you spit the rawest?
I'm an uncooked slab of beef laying on your kitchen floor
Otherwords, I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back
Bring it to extension cords
Imma measure my dick, shit I need six inches more
Fuck my dick's big bitch, need I remind you
That I don't need the fucking swine flu to be a sick pig
You're addicted, I'm dope, I'm the longest needle around here
Need a fix oc? I'm the big shot, get it dick snots?
You're just small boats, little pricks
Girl you think that other prick's hot?
I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
Before I sit back and let him get hot
Better call the cops on him quick fast
Shady'd right back on your bitch ass
White trash with a half a six pack in his hatchback
Trailer hitch if tats to the back, quick dispatch

(Hook)

You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard, you can pull all the cards
But I won't back down, oh no I won't back down, oh no

(Verse 3)

Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'
Does a bird chirp, Lil' Wayne slurps syrup til he burps
And smokes purp, does a wordsearch, get's circles wrapped around him
like you do when I come through, I'd like you to remind yourself
Of what the fuck I can do when I'm on the mic
Oh you're the kinda girl I can take a liking to
Psych I'm spiking you, like a football
Been this way since I stood a foot tall
You're a good catch, with a shitty spouse
Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw
Gimmie good brain, watch the woodgrain
Don't want no cum-stain, bitch you listening?
Try to tu
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Cause some things just don't change
It's better when they stay the same
Althought the whole world knows your name
So on the biggest days they came to see you spit your game
Ooooohhhhhhh
It shouldn't be difficult to explain
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame
Love the game, cold as ice you remain
Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again

So, god damn... is it that time again already
Haha, you don't look too happy to see me
Fuck man, don't everybody welcome me back at once
All right, fuck ya'll then

(Verse 1)

You can get the dick, just call me the ballsac, I'm nuts
Michael Vick in this bitch dog, fall back you mutts
Fuck your worms, you never seen such a sick puppy
Fuck it a sick duck, I'm on my duck sick mummy
And my nuts, lick, gobble 'em up trick, yummy
Bitch you don't fucking think that I know that you suck dick dummy?
You'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit honey
Yeah I laugh when I call you a slut, it's funny!
Shawty dance while I diss you to the beat, fuck the words
You don't listen to 'em anyway, yeah struck a nerve sucker
Motherfucker might aswell let my lips pucker
Like Elton John, cause I'm just a mean cock sucker
This shit is on, cause you wen't and pissed me off
Now I'm sitting and pissing on everbody
give a fuck if it's right or wrong
So buck the buddah, light a bong
But take a look at mariah the next time I inspire you to write a song, cmon

(Chorus)

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty be-low
Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blows
Oh oh oh oh oh

(Verse 2)

Fuck it I'm a loose cannon, Bruce Banner's back in the booth
Ya'll are sitting ducks, I'm the only goose standing
I set the world on fire, piss on it, put it out
Stick my dick in a circle, but I'm not fucking around motherfucker
I'll show you pussy footin, I'll kick a bitch in the cunt
Til it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopy cushion
Who the fuck is you pushin', you musta mistook me for some sissy
Soft punk looking for some nookie or boosom
Go ahead, fucking hater push me
I told you ain't no fucking way to shush me
Call me a faggot cause I hate a pussy
Man the fuck up sissy, G's up
All you gardeners freeze up, put your hoes down (shady ease up!)
Man chill, nah I can't god damnit
Rappers are land fill, drop the anvil
These are shoes that you can't fill
Shit the day that happens the world'll stop spinning
And Michael J. Fox'll come to a stand still
During an earthquake, urine in your face
Cause you're fake, ahh what the fuck, that hurt wait!
Ahh what the fuck, I just got struck by lightening
Alright then I quit, god I give up
Call it evil that men do, lord forgive me for what my pen do
This is for your sins, I cleanse you
You can repent but I warn you, if you continue
To hell I'll send you, and just then the wind blew and I said

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty be-low
Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blows
Oh oh oh oh oh

(Verse 3)

How long will I be this way? Shady until my dying day
til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say
So long, til then i drop the fucking bombs
Like i miss the pass when I went long
If you don't like it you can kiss my ass in a lint thong
Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the song
Oh bitches don't like that, homie I'll be nicer to women
When the aqua man drowns and the human torch starts swimming
Man I'm a cold soul, I roll solo so
So don't compare me to them other bums over there
It's like apples to oranges, peaches to plums yeah
I'm bananas pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair
But I swear, you try to diss me, I'll slaughter you
I put that on everything, like everyone does with auto-tune
That last thing you wanna do is have me spit out a rhyme
And say I was writing this and I thought of you so

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty be-low
Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blows
Oh oh oh oh oh

(Outro)

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
I don't know, I don't know what caused, I don't know what caused me to be this wayme to be this way
I don't know, I don't know by I probably be this way til my dying day
I don't know why I'm so, I'm so cold beat bangs, I don't need to say
I guess this is how you made me
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B.o.B – Strange Clouds Lyrics

[B.o.B. - Verse 1]
Well, if you guessin’ it’s me, you guessed correctly
I just stay with a stallion, you would swear I was an equestrian
I hit her with that pipe, call that Nancy Kerrigan
Stay on the greenest greens, call us vegetarians
You be on that minor league, but we smoke professionally
I do my job exceptionally, on point like a decimal is
The way I ride on the beat man I be in the street it’s done so effortlessly
Yeah, so these niggas can’t sleep on me, there’s no Inception in this bitch
I’m top chef, you top ramen, I’m top shelf
No last call, to the bartender, what you got left?
Pour it up, don’t stop there, hold your cup, take a shot, yeah
All night we celebrate, cause we everywhere and you not there
Ha,
[Hook] (x2)
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
strange clouds, strange clouds
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Blue jeans, I’m faded, mindin’ my own data
Smokin’ on that strong, that Arnold Schwarzenegger
It’s Tunechi Lee you bitch you, you hot as an igloo
Kick back on that glock, call that Ju Jitsu
Hello World, I’m with a yellow girl, number 2 pencil
These rappers is washed up, spin cycle, rinse you
My nigga, all day, all night, half pipe
I dive in that p-ssy, yeah I belly flop, I jackknife and shit
And tell my homies that I say its a party
Got that tech for technical difficulties
I’m top dog, you top ramen, I’m top dog
Piru, gangsters, outlaws
(Young mula Baby)
[Hook] (x2)
[B.o.B - Verse 3]
Well aint no question, yes, it’s B.o.B yes definitely
Up in the studio, I got on my necessities
If you want that real shit, you made the right selection
I’m Decatur til I die, yes, I rep that definitely
They say I’m a celebrity, what the f-cks a celebrity?
I guess I must invest in the proper form of protection
And I, say its a curse but it’s emotionally a blessing
To a nigga from the hood tryna aim for the top
But I don’t even need no directions
I just wake up and then I roll up the purp
These niggas wake up on my dick
At least have some breakfast first
Nigga keep your nourishment first and your mind on my lyrics
Cause what you hoping to accomplish I already did it bitch
[Hook]
Drop any corrections below and let me know what you think of the B.o.B Strange Clouds Lyrics?
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