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may i have yr attention please
may i have yr attention please will the real slim shady please shut up i repeat, will the real slim shady please shut up we're gonna have a problem here y'all act like you've never heard a white person before his rhymes are a bore punkbitch tryin' to be hardcore marshall mathers back worse than before makin' us snore, whinin' in the microphone it's return of the... oh wait, you're a fool, you didn't pay money for this cd did you? and dr dre did everything you idiot without dre's beats yr as good as dead the world's had enough of eminem diggy diggy, even his girlfriend's cheatin' on him look at him walkin' around livin' off dre, actin' so cool. but he's really kind of weak though little twit blasts me on his new cd why? because i turned him down for a date *tee hee* as for the question of who came first was it carson daly or was it fred durst i'm sorry slim but this is gonna hurt they both came closer than you ever will, jerk yr song is on my nerves yr song is on my nerves yr kinda lucky cuz you got more fame than you deserve that is the message that i deliver to little kids that you become famous and never know what talent is of course they're gonna like you of course they do yr like a cartoon version of rick schroder on silver spoons you ain't nuthin' but a product, packaged to be bought up you know a year from now you won't be thought of so you write about dead animals and cannibals and some day you'll stop dating dogs and date higher mammals and there's a million women just like me that think like me, that all can see that slim shady is just a boi dealing with puberty so if you agree, scream loudly with me yr slim shady yes yr the real shady you sound like peter brady you get quite irritating so won't the real slim shady please shut up please shut up please shut up yr slim shady yes yr the real shady you sound like peter brady you get quite irritating so won't the real slim shady please shut up please shut up please shut up |
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[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*} |
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I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now You can find me in St Louis rollin on dubs Smoking dubs in clubs blowin up like cocoa puff Sippin Bud gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because accumulated enough stretch Just to navigate it fully decorated on chrome And it's candy painted fans fainted While I'm entertaining wild ain't it How me and mugs I hang with Hannibal Lector So feel me when I bring it sing it loud wha I'm from the Loop and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw I'm Born to Mack like Todd Shaw Forget the fame and the glamour Give me D's wit a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics gin tonic and chronic Fuck bionic it's ironic slammin niggas like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas Loud niggas O K Corral niggas Foul niggas run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga How nigga ask me again it's going down nigga Now nigga come to the circus and watch me clown nigga Pound nigga what you be givin when I'm around nigga Frown niggas talkin shit when I leave the town nigga Say now can you hoes come out to play now Hey I'm ready to cut you up any day now Play by my rules boo and you gon' stay high May I answer yo third question like hey I Say hi to my niggas left in the slamma From St Louis to Memphis From Texas back up to Indiana Chi Town K C Motown to Alabama L A New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta Louisiana All my niggas wit Country Grammar Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to Let's show these cats to make these millions So you niggas quit acting silly mon My Kid quicker than Billy mon Talking really and I need it mon foes I keep filly mon Specially off Remi mon keys to my Beemer mon Holla at Beenie Man see me mon Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon through Jennings mon Through U City back up to Kingsland wit nice niggas Sheist niggas who snatch yo life nigga trife niggas Who produce and sell the same beat twice nigga ice nigga All over close to never sober From broke to havin dough 'cause my price Range is Rover Now I'm knockin like Jehovah Let me in now let me in now Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in we spin now I got money to lend my friends now we in now Candy Benz Kenwood and 10's we in now lesbian twins now Seein now through the pen I make my ends now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now |
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Uh...uh, uh, uh
Chorus: Every little thing that we do (that we do) Should be between me and you (me and you) The freaky things that we do (that we do) Let's keep between me and you baby (me and you) COZ Every little thing that we do (that we do) Should be between me and you (me and you) The freaky things that we do (that we do) Let's keep between me and you baby (me and you) Yo... when I first met her All i thought was...thong, thong, thong Like loser lang we can get our freakin on Baby you know the game slipped away Slide me your number It's the last day of spring, see ya first day this summer I'm a bad motha...shut yo mouth Pull the drop out Creep at a low speed Cuz homie probably know me I push the peddle Thoughts OF YOUR STILETTO Way up in the air like i think he's here Cuz see, every time that i'm alone with you Homey be checkin' up on you But if that nigga only knew You've got a lot of freak in you, babyyy When that startin' to rain I pop the roof and the champagne How jay say? "money ain't a thing" It's been close to few Something even impossible But, it's been between me and you, babyyy Chorus (2x) Girl it's on again Every year..we hummer 'em in Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends And when the..day ends That's when it all begins You wit him..here's my room key (holla at me) Why ya thinka thinka i'm gon' hit it up Then look at the nigga ya thinkin' ya love (c'mon love) We could go there, me and you we could talk all night a night If ya love it In the mornin', awake with new LIFES If i lookin' like i ain't gonna handle his Let me handle my bizz It is what it is Nigga livin' his life And that's my bitch Ya know i gotta wife Let's keep this thing tight, babyyy Chorus (2x) Dont' let the word get out (shhh), babyyy This is..strictly between me and you, babyyy If they ONLY new we were doing what we were doing It'd probably ruin our pre-rent way summer in cancoon-an and I Love the way we get away Throw away a whole day Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like Fuck life, we live life, this is our life, live your life See, every time that i'm alone with you Shorty be checkin' up on you But if baby girl only knew You've got a lot of freak in you, babyyy Did i ever tell you, my man love what you do That little thing with your tongue You the best, who knew? It's been close to few..at times even impossible But..it's been between me and you, babyyy Chorus (2x) ....me and you...me and you... (music fades) |
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Scary monsters and super peeps the more you dream the less you sleep life as you know it has gone away unbound, unwound, who's here to stay Could you predict, could you foresee artificial by necessity rockets and robots can save your life when you don't care about what's real it's alright nobody's real but they're willing to let you know nobody's real but they'll feel it tonight nobody's real but they're willing to let you go nobody's real but they'll feel it nobody's real how do you sleep with the time that's left you, it's all been done there's no need for the rescue so let's just get out, i swear there's no doubt, you can't be ready cause there's nothing left to do... |
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Love is blind
Love is only sorrow Love is no tomorrow Since you went away Love is blind How well I remember In the heat of summer Pleasure, winter fades How long will it take Before I can't remember Memories I should forget? I've been burning Since the day we met Love is blind Love is without a mercy Love is now you've hurt me Now you've gone away Love is blind Love is no horizon And I'm slowly dying Here in yesterday In the morning waken To the sound of weeping Someone else Should weep for me Now it's over Lover, let me be Love is blind Love is your caress Love is tenderness And momentary pain Love is blind How well I remember In the heat of summer Pleasure, winter fades |
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(Eminem - 4x)
I'll Shit On You Da da, da da, da da (Eminem) I'll Shit On You I will Shit On You I'll Shit On You Girl you know its true I'll Shit On You Bitch or man I'll Shit On You I will Shit On You (Swifty) I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin bombs to the back of record companies Blow them up if they ain't want me The national guard, they scared to hunt me I love beef; I got you hoes duckin me A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana These slugs with keep your ass away from my corner I drown niggaz in hundred degree saunas You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!) It's this lyrical piranha Strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom Twist nothin up like a condom Slap it if you fuckers got a problem When I see 'em, you hoes endin up in a fuckin mausoleum Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM Pull in the garage while you screamin Keep the motor on then I'm leavin (I'll Shit On You!) I'll Shit On You! (Chorus: Eminem) I will shit on you I don't care who you are (I'll Shit On You!) I don't give a fuck about you or your car (I'll Shit On You!) Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch (I'll Shit On You!) Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family (I'll Shit On You!) (Bizarre) i have an eleven inch penis round stick it in your mouth piss n' hope you drowned I'm a alcoholic with the fuckin toilet Pass the hotdogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?) Bitch shut your fuckin mouth I'ma keep eatin 'till Richard Simmons comes to my house with a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!) I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her Too busy fuckin the 12 year old babysitter And all women ain't shit Only good for cookin, cleanin and sucking dick and thats it (I said it) I was responsible for killin John Candy I got Jonbenet Ramsey in my Ninety Eight Camry I don't give a fuck who you are I'll shit on anybody Truly yours the idiotic Bizarre (Eminem) My adolescent years weren't shit 'till what I do now I never grew up I was born grown, and grew down The older I get, the dumber the shit, I get in The more ignorant, the incident is, I fit in Ignorin the shit how borin it gets When there's no one to hit I don't know when to quit throwin a fit I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me Its they who hate me and say they can take me Its they who legs I brake and make achy Its they who mistake me and make me so angry (I'll Shit On You!) I'll spit on you Start pissin and do the opposite on you You weren't listenin, I said I'll cop a squat on you Start spillin my guts like chicken cordon blew and Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch on his skit on his last album Pull my pants down and.. (Chorus) (Kon Artist) Is Richard Pryor still alive? If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin (what?) Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it Bitch bring it, these niggaz that I hang with Will hang you up naked by your ankles danglin My meat I stay stranglin I don't need your help If you won't give me the pussy I'll un-loosen my belt (I'll Shit On You!) I'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda caught Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks Buck fifty cross your neck Floss your teck, I'll beat you wit it across your chest (Kuniva) It's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when I'm drunk I'll run a truck through the weed house Jump out and beat ya peeps down worst than Steve Stout Put you in chokeholds I learned last week From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl Thats like D-Bo fightin Peabo Bryson (I'll Shit On You) So what you hollerin and yellin about I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin skeleton out Niggaz get hit wit a two piece, "Bling Bling" Wit a poisonous sting I'm such a violent thing (Chorus) (Eminem) Once I get on two, hits of X My disk slips and disconnects 'Till I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects (c'mon, I'll Shit On You!) Over reaction is my only reaction Which only sets off a chain reaction and puts five more zainy actin' maniacs in action A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters and spilling liters of blood like swimmin pools Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too {*bullets spray*} A lot of people say misoginistic which is true I can't deny it- matter of fact I stand by it So please stand by and prepare to start up a damn riot If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child.. (I'll Shit On You!) I will Shit On You I don't care who you are I'll Shit On You I don't give a fuck about you or your car I'll Shit On You Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch I'll Shit On You I will fuck you wife if you fuck with me I'll Shit On You You heard me {*Eminem laughs*} Bitch, I'll Shit On You D-12 will Shit On You I'll Shit On You Your life Your wife Your kids Your car I'll Shit On You Your house Your spouse Your rings Your things I'll Shit On You I'll Shit On You I'll Shit On You I'll Shit On You |
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I see you're callin e again
What could you possibly want? I thought that we could be friends, But now I know it was a front Yeah, I'm a'right That's just the way that I was dealt. I'm trying to make it up in this life But I'm receiving no help No help at all with no holds barred But little did I know that I would be scarred I'm left all by myself for about a second or two You know, out with old You know, and in with the new [Chorus x2] First you say whoa Then you say yeah Get your hands up Throw your hands in the air First you say whoa Then you say yeah Get your hands up I used to smoke it, provoke it Then I'd pass it down the line tonights whose gettin fucked up cause its 1999 harder than a shot of mooshine my state of mind up till he ultimate crime But today is the day that tomorrow will never see You live in yesterday's world You'll never be free I keep going, knowing, flowing for the sake to be strong As I walk down this road singing the same old song [Chorus x2] First you say woah. Then you say yeah Get your hands up Throw your hands in the air Well I would cry tears But they stopped falling long ago Back when my visions and dreams Reportedly did not show, so I cannot be the same pathetic soul that you are searching for But best believe that when you leave You'll hear the slam another door Yeah I'm alright, I'm not perfect like you but if you had a clue you know my mental stayes true so go back to that place where back where my visions and dreams chose to stay today |
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Okay this is a song about killing everybody, let's all sing along now
Dream machine, John and exene, Smear campaign, And a swat team. Let's have a feudal lord, Let's have a fascist regime, Side effects, Coupled with withdrawl bleeding. This is a riot, right? Let's all riot riot, Let's tear this place to shit, Commit pact suicide. (you know you all want it, now let's all kill ourselves) Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. Put your hand to my mouth, And a gun to my head, Let's stop this false pretence, Become real friends. Let's have a mustard gas war, Because a fuck's a fuck, Richter scale madness, Join the gun club, join the gun club |
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Are you ready for a brother with a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue serenade with the grace of a razor blade over butter in the middle of a heat wave. Peep ways, got a baby in every part of the city because I'm street made. Did you really want to clash with me? Cause I'll paint a picture sad to see, like a brother from a rope in an apple tree. Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli? What you trippin' on? Some of that shit that be killing off the ozone mention my clique now she don't want to put her clothes on. You better recognize who to idolize over tracks or catch a match to the batch of the kerosene for the pay back cause the S.W. never play that, I eliminate them till the moon fade black. Never sentimental on an instrumental when its complemental to the mental psycho, alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle from the max. to the minimal... Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, YEAH Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump Terminal condition when the mic is in position, to slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up. Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion propelling through my nemesis multiple combination in 3D images split a wig when a fool trip. Never mind what your sipping on, What you trippin on? Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone? Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking in the bushes when the infrared roam. Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly rock the philosophy made for the rap game. I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game, drop flows and got chose for the rap game. I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive .... what what what w what what come on Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, YEAH Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry. WAS IT THE NIGHT WE DRAGGED YOUR HOMMIE THROUGH THE NIGHT CLUB MADE HIM FOLD UP WHEN HE LOC'D UP. DROPPIN HEAT SEEKERS TO HIS DOME LIKE A HOT COMB TO HIS DOME WHEN HE SPOKE UP. ALL ADVERSARIES LOOK AWAY WHEN THE A TO THE K-O-M-A-C-K. GET TO RIPPIN THROUGH THE CABLE WITH THE WRATH OF A BULLET BET YOUR CORNER CATCH A RICOCHET. PROPELLING PARALLEL WITH THE LIGHT SPEED LAID BACK, LIKE A KNOCK KNEED EYE TO EYE WITH THE ENEMY, WHILE THE TELEPATHY PROCEED TO ACHIEVE BLOWING ENEMIES TO A REALM IN A CALM BREEZE I SHALL..... rip it till my lungs cease PROCEED.... spittin game in the city streets AND CONTINUE.... rippin heads off of robeast Sincerely yours black mack with the khakis creased What you trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, YEAH Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump BRING IT ON HEAT IT UP LET ME SEE HOW YOU SERVE CAUSE DAMN IF I AINT SUPERB WITH IT BRING IT ON HEAT IT UP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP WHATCHA TRIPPIN ON? LET ME SEE HOW YOU SERVE CAUSE DAMN IF I AINT SUPERB WITH IT PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP WHATCHA TRIPPIN ON? |
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