Lyrics:
your middle fingers flip on each hand, while extending the sh-
How low can you go? Lower then Chuck D, ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back,
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
I've been walking down this lane
Trust me, I've been everywhere
I've seen people so damn lame
That wanna be like Eminem
I don't care what you think
I
hall shit
They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall bitch like a drought but
You gon' get this rain like it's May weather
G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
nerds remember
Don't you think that the hero you deserve is better?
Go ahead, ask the hood if that new Eminem's good
Man, they don't even listen to Em in
wrongs make a right
Let me take you by the arm, I'm alligator-like (bite her arm)
Gal, I waited all my life for you, heart is racin' like Talladega
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
damage ya dogs where the you-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my balls
Call the morgue, I'm killin' 'em, even Kyle is not feelin' 'em
When
shouldn't have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, used ya hand to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamon's imminent
with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
See, he's
[Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
that instead of your face so
Let your low-end raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
You tryna hold hands with your homie?
think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
You tryna hold hands with your homie?
What, you think I'm lookin' for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune,
Everything is so inside out
Everything is so upside down
Everybody is discombobulated like Eminem
They wanna switch the roles
They wanna exchange
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
the shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (ahh)
Put your hands down, bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it
the shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (ahh)
Put your hands down, bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it
was like Eminem off of eight mile
In your shitty house writing rap songs
I use to run in niggas
House with the mac drawn
I guess you only need one mic
heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up you're house
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