Rush Ya Clique

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Marshall Bruce Mathers III, best known by his stage name, Eminem, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, and songwriter. Eminem is from Detroit, Michigan. more »

[Chorus: Pace Won]
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
 Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
 Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up

Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence 
Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence  Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
Outs in a fear of family presents

 Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
To roast motherfuckers, over lactose 
Stay skeed off laced weed
I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks  Rolling box of Tracies 

[Pace Won]
Call a go-go dancer 
Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
Once for my cock, twice for my block,

I got it locked like handcuffs  Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
 Swing a blow you can't duck
 Throw up your hands, what?

 Nobody on earth could see Pacer 
I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer


[Slang Ton]
I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie 
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna 
And if you ever want to get a deal
You should either OD off skill pills

Or steal my reel-to-reel
Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
Outsiders, we hot as Hell's flames is

And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges

I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
 Right off the top, then go back to the top
And then repeat it (Ha)

 Write it down on the paper 
And still be able to read it (Sorry)
I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)

I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
I been down with the Outs for ten thou-sand years 
([Pace Won] So done, here?)
Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear

Lauryn, huh? Hill?
([Pace won] There's more than one?)
What? You want me to stop? Here?


[Young Zee]
Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
'Til she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outs never pay cabs

Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a volumes 
What be the outcome?
We selling twenty million albums

Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to take your five mic
And push a white Ac, with a bike rack

It's the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
F' with we, what you expect to see
Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace 

Bet they find my pistol next to me
My dick is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread like leprosy 
I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee 

 Living recklessly, cock the weaponry 
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never question me


[Pace Won]
Come on yo
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
 Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
 Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up

Out world baby


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