Roman's Revenge [Eminem Remix]
I am not Jasmine, I'm Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin' See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin' I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So f*ck I look like gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flat screen (Haha) Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that hoe, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon I ain't into S and M, but my whip's off the chain A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame You don't like it then peel off, bitch Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off, and I still wouldn't f*ck you, slut So wipe the smile on your grill off, I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin', spin, and wheel off Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod Quit hollerin' 'Why, God?' He ain't got shit to do with it Bygones'll never be bygones, so won't be finished swallowin' my wad I ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch Life's hard, I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealin' my music, so I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod! The moral to the story is, life's treatin' you like dry sod? Kick it back in its face, my God It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd But don't ask why, bitch (Ask why not) The wo-world is my punchin' bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it Like a, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon You fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic (I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow (Ni-ni-ni) "Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot" Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot? Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I-I-I-I hear them mumblin', I hear the cacklin' I got 'em scared, shook, panickin' Overseas, church, Vatican You at a stand, still, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi's Raggedy-ass, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli (Manning, Eli!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli These bitches callin' me (Manning, Eli) A-a-a-a-all you lil' fagots can suck it No homo', but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep actin' as if You have the same passion that I have Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass You ass dicks had gastric bypass Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids (Eyelash!) Go take a flyin' leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony 'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nicki's worlds clash It's (high class) meets (white trash) Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman! Roman! Stop it, stop it! You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad! You and this boy Slim Shady! What's goin' on? They'll lock you away! They'll put you in a jail cell! I promise! Take your mother's warning, Roman Please! Back to bed! Run along! Let's go! Come on! Wash your mouth out with soap, boys (Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys)
Written by: KASSEEM DEAN, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, ONIKA TANYA MARAJ, JOHN W. DAVIS, ALI SHAHEED JONES-MUHAMMAD, MALIK IZAAK TAYLOR, BRYAN HIGGINS, JAMES JACKSON, TREVOR SMITH
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