Lyrics:
*obie*
eminem mutha fuckas
[1]
50cent
[2]
obie trice
[3]
lets go!
throw them hands up [uh]
throw them hands up [bustas]
throw them hands up [bitch]
throw
bitch, fuckin' bastard
Back to the hand clappin'
You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin' through Ferguson
Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan
to be
It's what they did to me
Won't take hand outs
I'll check your palm and leave
Bring everyone you got up in the lab
I record this by myself
How you
with T.I.P and Eminem, That's All She Wrote
I was born in the snow, so you know your man is cold
But no matter where I go, I will never sell my soul
around, got it done, need a gun, where's the sun
Ain't no fucking Rap God step aside Eminem, you fucking suck
(Help, help, help me)
Skating down State
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
'Cause niggas 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
'Fore you
to intrigue me ain't easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than one-ninety-four dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour
Cypress Hill
Everybody , put your hands where my eyes can see
[ Eminem ]
Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck , forty fifty Samoans ,
Aye, aye, aye
Hop on the flight
Murder in the night
Kamikaze to your head
Like I’m Eminem
Kamikaze to your head
Like I’m Eminem
Boutta make you pay
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
numbers (uh huh)
Seven shots tear the roof off you gold Hummer (yeah)
My shit drop it's gon do Hooty numbers
Blow Fish I'm gonna be hotter
waiting for
Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap
Def Jam Records giving it to you, baby
Yo Eminem, show these motherfuckers what time it is, baby
I used to be
all like, "Oh my God, it's him"
"Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem"
"I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock"
"Please, Marshall, please
all like, "Oh my God, it's him"
"Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem"
"I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock"
"Please, Marshall, please
over that slow rap
If I was you, I’d go back and rewrite my words, scrap yo’ draft
Cuz that flow was worse than Eminem’s rap on ‘Fack’
You write that
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
a di worm-eni-meny-meny
Run eight mile and turn Eminem but don't return-eni-meny-meny-men
Becah the way mi hand straight you think it
What am I? what if I killed a guy,
Took his spine out his eye, and I hide it?
By a tree or inside it, would you cry when you find it?
That's kind
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
heat then it is no beef, homie I'll cook you today (c'mon)
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I got niggaz like, "That's Eminem's man, ain't it?"
Like that's my
you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M
Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them
It's like, funk
stand?)
(what would you wish
For to hold your hand?)
(walk on a straight path
Up until the fucking end)
If I can't hold on
I'm on the edge
And I can't
Look, I'm going to ask you
This one more time
Please step out of the vehicle with
Both hands above your head
You are being charged with stealing
This
man
I might pop some M&M's
Blow it up like Eminem
I might throw a couple bands
While I'm chilling in my Vans
Why you acting like a friend
I'm just
_(Cropped).jpg/250px-Eminem_-_Concert_for_Valor_in_Washington,_D.C._Nov._11,_2014_(2)_(Cropped).jpg "Eminem")
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