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Shit on You [A Cappella]

Eminem

Shit on You

2000

bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I

track
Pick up a lil shawdy for the weekend
She got a fat ass she gon throw that shit back
Feeling like steve jobs wit the mac
Finessing the work ima head

free
That's why I'm workin' hard
We do it all for Steve
So we gone do it large
I cannot hang wit no bitch or no nigga who try to control me yeah
I see

the afterlife
Right, we all gotta die someday
One day we all gon be dead
Yeah one way or another all
You motherfuckers gon pass away
That's why I live everday

We’re sorry that we’re late homie
RIP rest in power
They screamin’ all lives matter nothin’ change I guess not
They screamin’ all lives matter ain’t no

know love trumps all evil
Take love out the way, we know that Trump's all evil
Hawks and Falcons fan, but I appreciate the Eagles
Dominant with the .34,

there go to door
Matter of fact, if that bitch come back hoe, I really want some war
I'm a savage ass nigga, baby, you really want more
I know my dick

Every time she comes over i'm putting that pussy in a coffin
Yeaahh
Cuz I'm really off it
I move around all of these niggas
I'm really so cautious
10 toes

with it and in spite
While they get left, I get right
And I sit back while I take flight
Won't hate you but they might
No grey, all black/white
They're

anything, that you want
Don't get me out the way, for a thought
No matter what, No matter what
No matter what I put all in my money bank, sip Adderall
I be

America in this radical period
And at the core of their
Success is a premise
A Law of Power that has been known and
Used by all the fearless spirit's in

The Audience Is Listening

Steve Vai

The Ultimate Guitar Survival Guide

1993

on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote

from all that I see
Leave it to me
Little boy Steve
Doing whatever the fuck that I please aye
Running it up
I just wanna fuck a bunch
Bunches of love
I

body, silver, silver on my body
All I do is make music, man, you know my hobby
All them bitches do is smile when they walkin' by me
They love that

guess nothing really matters oh well
Now I gotta keep all this money in check
Pussy, fame, power, respect
Nothing of that matters when you facing death
My

like assemblies 
And my story ain't even close to being Sweet
Fuck all that silence you seek
Now quote that 

Walt Liquor

My ngas fraid of what they

Six million flammable liquids mixed
In a gallon jug drop a match and run
Blast that castle to a cloud of dust
Mama wasn’t proud of us
She say ‘Y’all are

body gone stay on the ground
We measure this heat by the pound
Come get you some
Whole bag seat full of loud
You smell it like all of the windows is down

said it first don't matter
I'm that ruler of my wave
Can never cave in all my matter sson
(Never cave in all my matters
Never cave in all my matters son)

bullshit Michael Jordan in forty-five
I got what you need you need just get in line
One time got caught slippin', got caught up by one time
Had my face all

As the world becomes a more digital place
We cannot forget the human connection
Uh
Perfect timing it be that feeling I get all in my stomach
When something is

matter bro
That's that's really all there is
You know what I mean we got to bring home
All of it we want everything
We gotta bring all back home
If we

while also
Reaching for the kind of mass
Pop-cultural relevance that he, Nicki
And Atlantic Records all believe him
To be capable of judging by

we gone murk em I'm like durk in his birkin try to plot it ain't working
Man these niggas all closed curtains
He a character the boy Steve ircle
Man