Song | Respect My Conglomerate |
Artist | Eminem |
Album | Detox |
I wasn't born mean I was pushed to trechary | |
I walked the streets looking for some puss to fetch me | |
I like a veggie brain, turn to mush | |
Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie | |
If he don't give me Kim things could get messy | |
So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek | |
And pressed against the right one till it's smushed against me | |
And leave a dead body in the woods the mc | |
With the Christopher Reeves beef, we started off on the wrong foot | |
Or should I say fake leg, made outta wood? I shouldn't, yes I should | |
Riding through the hood, I'm chilling with Westwood | |
I'm quite mellow, a white fellow | |
My pee is bright yellow, I like jello, | |
I'm like hello | |
To a cute little dike on the mic, | |
'm kinda like... | |
Iron Mike cos I bite earlobes | |
Well, I must must say well uh | |
I'm just not gay well I | |
I'm must must say um well | |
See I'm the first to class and the last to leave | |
I mean I'm the first one to leave out of class, believe | |
That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart til' I die | |
Even after I'm all gone and my ashes fry | |
Went from ashy guy, class clown this high | |
Runyons ave's the click, | |
D12's the gang | |
We been spitting; this shit since we was little baby's | |
Gaga googoo nana, nanny booboo? | |
Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever | |
A 45 shot'll leave a motherfuckers face lop-sided | |
The kick from the barrel make you think I'm cock eyed-ed | |
When I bust it off in the crow, you start diving | |
Greg Louganis in over the bar, I ain't lyin' | |
Hot I ain't equal, it's not defying a soldier | |
Runyons Ave soldier equals death when it's over | |
There's nothing colder than niggas than understranded struggle | |
Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle | |
We been had the hussle, We been had the hussle | |
Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle | |
Me and Westwood blasting off | |
Jacking off in a pair of Acid Wash, bumping | |
Asher Roth | |
Crusin Gratiot till I damn near crash the car | |
Tryna smash a moth on the dash, hit the overpass-went off | |
Over the bridge, into on coming traffic | |
Caused a massive 42 car pile up, not a scratch at all | |
Hocked up holding a axe and saw | |
Jason mask is off | |
but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce | |
Spitting flames, kicking fire out ya ass | |
Ya little bastard, you can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog | |
You don't wanna get my ass ticked off | |
I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdraw | |
Dick's so big it's like estlastic | |
I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic | |
Crossed the path of plastic man, with a drastic force and went spastic | |
Put my penis on Classic Sports |
I wasn' t born mean I was pushed to trechary | |
I walked the streets looking for some puss to fetch me | |
I like a veggie brain, turn to mush | |
Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie | |
If he don' t give me Kim things could get messy | |
So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek | |
And pressed against the right one till it' s smushed against me | |
And leave a dead body in the woods the mc | |
With the Christopher Reeves beef, we started off on the wrong foot | |
Or should I say fake leg, made outta wood? I shouldn' t, yes I should | |
Riding through the hood, I' m chilling with Westwood | |
I' m quite mellow, a white fellow | |
My pee is bright yellow, I like jello, | |
I' m like hello | |
To a cute little dike on the mic, | |
' m kinda like... | |
Iron Mike cos I bite earlobes | |
Well, I must must say well uh | |
I' m just not gay well I | |
I' m must must say um well | |
See I' m the first to class and the last to leave | |
I mean I' m the first one to leave out of class, believe | |
That I' m a mailbox pimp in my heart til' I die | |
Even after I' m all gone and my ashes fry | |
Went from ashy guy, class clown this high | |
Runyons ave' s the click, | |
D12' s the gang | |
We been spitting this shit since we was little baby' s | |
Gaga googoo nana, nanny booboo? | |
Word to my homie Em, I' m just too too clever | |
A 45 shot' ll leave a motherfuckers face lopsided | |
The kick from the barrel make you think I' m cock eyeded | |
When I bust it off in the crow, you start diving | |
Greg Louganis in over the bar, I ain' t lyin' | |
Hot I ain' t equal, it' s not defying a soldier | |
Runyons Ave soldier equals death when it' s over | |
There' s nothing colder than niggas than understranded struggle | |
Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle | |
We been had the hussle, We been had the hussle | |
Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle | |
Me and Westwood blasting off | |
Jacking off in a pair of Acid Wash, bumping | |
Asher Roth | |
Crusin Gratiot till I damn near crash the car | |
Tryna smash a moth on the dash, hit the overpasswent off | |
Over the bridge, into on coming traffic | |
Caused a massive 42 car pile up, not a scratch at all | |
Hocked up holding a axe and saw | |
Jason mask is off | |
but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce | |
Spitting flames, kicking fire out ya ass | |
Ya little bastard, you can pass it on, I' m battery acid dog | |
You don' t wanna get my ass ticked off | |
I' m harder than playing basketball when I' m going through crack withdraw | |
Dick' s so big it' s like estlastic | |
I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic | |
Crossed the path of plastic man, with a drastic force and went spastic | |
Put my penis on Classic Sports |