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Ryan's a homocidal misfit |
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I write the solution of biophysics |
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On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics |
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This my admission to having violence psychotic |
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With the vile polish politics by the way I'm higher than the Eiffel tower tip |
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I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite ya *******t |
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Pause, inhale hell n kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push |
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Felon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush |
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Now my ******* dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer |
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If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off |
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If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody |
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It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther |
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They call me anchor man, I'll hold down the *******p |
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Leave you *******s floating in water and go and drown a fish |
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******* I'm ******g heinous, I'll make you ******g famous |
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Them lead showers is coming, ******* is you sayin' |
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[Eminem] |
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*******, it's ******g raining, *******t, it's lightening |
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*******, its thundering, cause I'm hu*******ng up I'm a storm if you wonderin' |
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*******t, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart |
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Want urine in your face, all you had to do was say it |
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You wish you woulda just stayed pissed off in the first place |
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We came to monopolise the game |
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Illuminati is here, yeah, human oddities |
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at odds with us, just whats gotta be |
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Cause we started out cold and it snowballed |
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We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes |
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All's we know is you over the bar like Limbo/Limbaugh |
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You know who you are |
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So quit ******g the dark before we start callin' you bizaare |
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*******t screw the boots, ya'll dun raped a pitbull |
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Fell in love with *******h-tzu |
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This is directed directly at you |
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And as for these hoes who don't know me from a can of paint |
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You must be huffin', ******* a *******ack if the taints can't take you on a date |
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You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-aint |
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I'm the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stage |
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Pour ice in their pants and the first one who pee's gets a black eye |
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[Hook - Eminem] |
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You must be outta ya mind |
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You think you ******g with us |
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Suck on these nuts |
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******* hang it up, this game is over |
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[Joell Ortiz] |
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Puffing loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey |
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Crazy, how the ******* could you son me? I'm Shady |
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Will there ever come a day when they could slay me? |
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I don't know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe |
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Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me |
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Everything you kick weak, your speak kung fu yazy |
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All my homeboys, 2.0 boys |
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Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce! |
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Even if I wanted to quit, I ain't got no choice |
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Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice |
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You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist |
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Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist |
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Bang bang bang bang, house gang, chainsaw |
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Here to kill you *******'s, don't ask what we came for |
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I write til my right arm vein's sore |
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Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war |
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You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out |
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Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball |
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Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night |
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Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight |
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[Joe Budden] |
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Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers |
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You step to us, text rugers to respect the shooters |
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My men think in sync, roll with the best crew |
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Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger |
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Welcome to nay hood, bigger than jects, G |
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Cheated death multiple times without riggin the deck |
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So I'm well prepped if you just want war |
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There'll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor |
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It's raw, you keep acting like you don't know Mouse, ******* |
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And you gon' need the best doctors, house ******* |
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Guard your jewels and avoid large tools |
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Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool |
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Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told |
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They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold |
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Need results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate |
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I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face |
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Talking funds, *******s ain't never seen stock |
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I don't need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock |
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[Hook - Eminem] |
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You must be outta ya mind |
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You think you ******g with us |
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Suck on these nuts |
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******* hang it up, this game is over |
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[Crooked I] |
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Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer |
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I'm kind of a Dahmer, I'm grinding |
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Now rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up ladders |
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I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama |
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You liars and actors, I'm the genuine article |
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But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles, particles |
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Tell me when and I'm there |
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Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air |
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Stay fly like a limited fare |
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You got us pegged wrong, my circle don't fit in with *******s |
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I smell *******t and piss, know where it's coming from |
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You stepped on number two just to be number one |
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Now I'ma step on you, bring it to yo yard |
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Bogart for arts, we go hard |
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You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west |
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I'm Mozart, I compose dark *******t with no heart |
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[Yelawolf] |
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I got no Jim Beam in the liver |
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Getting head like clean clippers, with haters on my ******* like a jeans zipper |
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When I throw up 16's like I drink liquor |
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You think you seen sick? Well, *******, you ain't seen sicker |
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Then I'll crack, and then I'll hop around in a hospital gown |
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Popping the trunk, my pumper stay ******ing the round |
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I *******t logs and I piss river brown |
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Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile |
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And that's as close as I get to a pyramid |
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*******t, they think I'm Illuminati, so ******' ignorant |
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Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent |
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But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end |
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They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing |
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Skinny-ass pants sagging, it's only yourself you playing |
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Call me a clown, but you love where the clown's hanging |
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And the freakshow's at the county carnival then you pay |
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*******, I'm on a trapeze with no legs in the dark |
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Yelling "Go Shady" driving slower than an old lady |
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In an old '*******, no piece if you pay me |
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Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes |
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I'm getting paid for these shows that I throw lately |
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Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies |
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They call me crazy cause I made it |
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*******, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately |
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You ain't ******g wit' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce |
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You don't wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice |
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That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the porno boys |
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And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy |
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Game over |
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[Eminem] |
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Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again |
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[Yelawolf] |
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Game over |
