Lyrics:
see what she meant by my world
She wasn't talking bout the earth she meant ms. eternity
I'm a young legend traveling for eternity
My brothers stand with
bad decisions, but I’m good wit the mappin
Wen I win the race, we can go do a re run what’s happenin
Having good times lappin, my spare times rappin
I
for job for
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy
go visit Ms. Gladius
B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
Somethin' so fly
shoes dr the docta
My influences the only sponsor im about to
Claim represent
Thats the flames what i meant
Choke my pain w a belt
Im insane
angry
No time that I waste
Why you finna get lazy
I'm on my Eminem
My Eminem
Aye Gurv tell me what's the word
It's big dog time kick a bitch to the curb
finally to your tomb
I'll always make your ears go boom
Know what to starve, know what to feed
Run from the stampede now I am freed
From the illusion
and find my friends
As fast as Eminem can rap But no, instead I met a 10
Who loves to dance and doesn't want to go to bed yet
Like what cost the rent in
(what, what, yeah)
And you should love it, way more than you hate it
Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
F- that sh-, bi-
Give up my d-
Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
Please come in, what was your name again?
Hi, faggot
Look who's back with
to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr Friendly, I can be
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,
Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um, twelve (what up, what up)
This is my dance song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my headphones up
My favorite
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 fuck can Eminem and Shady be related?"
Illiterate, illegitimate shit spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder
Jumped out, killed
leading the blind
I did it by myself so it took me some time
No Dr. Dres, no Eminems, no Neptunes, no Timbalands
Just doing him, and I'd do it again
Self
Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need
Unquotable, sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin'
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin'
The products of the streets don't be playin'
It's a bloody
electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I
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
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all
New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
And I ain't rockin no more designer shit
White T's and Nike Cortez,
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
specimen selected at birth in Bethlehem to share
Secured everlasting prosperity
I consider my contribution to rap charity
Why is what you ask let me provide
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