Lyrics:
slim shady
Boy you sweet, Eminem
Lil Baby
It's my turn
Got the keys
Time to pay me
Lil Baby
It's my turn
Got the keys
Time to play me
Make it shakey
to the lyrics
Eminem all that shit
Every Eminem song on the album I know it off by heart boy
Just kept on listening
His flow his diversity everything man
He got
you, bitch you so irrelevant
Only fuck with rappers that are richer than Eminem
Bitch I make art
There ain't nobody who makes these hooks
Act like a star
Cockburn on the track, what's your favorite song of mine
If it's not Eminem is like Walmart to me, then you're not elite
You're not good, you can't
dead
pick you up by your fucking spine
i'll kill you instantly just like my rhymes
fucker fucker fucker
mother fucking fucker
dont' chu ever think abou
a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca Cola
Well, I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca Cola
Well, I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
wait. Let's go back back. You want turkey wrap?
I'll take an Eminem cookie, but I don't want it served by Eminem. I want it served by RuPaul. She wears
to a Renegade
Like Eminem and Jay Z
Cause me without music is like
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
He left a letter near the phone
It said, "I'm on my way to paradise
To see the angel of lyon"
And then he caught the train to Brussels
He ordered
wyjść
Zarobić by zostać kimś i nie martwić się o czynsz
Jak zarobić gruby plik
Idź idź byś nie dał się ściągnąć na liść
Czarnuchu ćwicz ćwicz
Nie
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
on a mission, Choppers by the windows
See the silhouettes
Just like I'm heading fishing
Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction
Greet the reaper
Deliver death
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
my basement (haha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his
better check to smell it
Eminem starts with E, better check the spelling
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an Aspirin capsule trapped
The good dying young young young young
Expanding Club 21 one one
Shot four times then by a SUV overrun run
Turn argument over a watergun gun gun
Then I walked by a bedroom and it sounded like somebody was getting killed
I walked in on MGK holding a knife to Eminem's daughter
So I punched him in
I'm bagging duffles, I got ashy knuckles
Carry 'em to the bank, now I got big muscles
Man I do my thing, I got fans in Brussels
[Chorus]
Y'all
You brag about swag and your feminine trends
I belittle your riddle you Skittles with Eminem's friends
So I ain't trying to play with you, this
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
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