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as Eminem
Hard as Eminem
Pull up in the club
You know it's us
Know it's us
Dressed in all black
You know it's us
Know it's us
Jordan's on our feet
You know

to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray

with the black stripe
Referee preferably i be feeling myself and I
Ain't on no Ecstasy
But the groupies is and you can
Tell by how they molested me
She

We hate money
Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up
We hate money
And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage
We

rap.
You know I'm hyped up by that.
These comments just cured my Depression.
So I'll crack a smile before bed.
And everyone says that they're proud

family 
Never trust a soul 
Give you my back like Johna Hill you probably stab me 
Packing these bowls to Eminem’s brain damage
This batch get you flatten

on the planet
You sell CDs at 2 bucks a pop
I make 300 Gs every time a bus stops
The kid Proof (Eminem and Trick)
And if you don't like it then suck my duck
RA!

this clown?
Who claim he's the only one doing it right now?
Biting the hand that put food in your mouth
You look like a bitch your hair suiting yours

broken binds, broken blinds
And this place, you will find, in due time, will remind
Generations of the blind, being led by war crimes
By the lies, of true

binds, broken blinds, broken binds, broken blinds
And this place, you will find, in due time, will remind
Generations of the blind, being led by war crimes

jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they call the police, freeze
You have

binds, broken blinds, broken binds, broken blinds
And this place, you will find, in due time, will remind
Generations of the blind, being led by war crimes

hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck

A shirt sayin' "Free L!", what?

Grillin' you
Starin' you down with a Gremlin grin
I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym
I'm Slim, the Shady is really

[scratched sample] - "I'm the man!"

I stand in, ?? by the way as i begin
do you know who I am? and may reply with a grin
yes, I'm tired of being ??

a couple miles down 
I'd be shaking all the hands of my eminem stans
Goes thousands to the millies with my money to the ceiling

winning this war
Wave your white flag
Thinking you hard will land
You in Christ hands
People wanna see me fail and it’s laughable
Then I reach heights they

Bad Guy [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Clean] [Deluxe Edition]

2013

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

Bad Guy

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013

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

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

by the morning
Niggas should have warned him, this life I was born in
You a character nigga, you was drawn in
I was sworn in, oath to the streets

nothing and it saddens
A burden that carries other people’s problems and copes by laughing
A sad piece of flesh hoping he’ll find a reality
Where someone

You been cap from the start, Eminem would autograph it
My road in the sky, I ain't getting caught in traffic
You might've hit a three, but you never got

Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga
Tryin to get this money
You know real real high, real real high
We tryin to stack it biatch
Bird call motherfucker!