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Nah man
Not quite finished yet Girl I think, You just might'a tried to pull a muh'fucking fast one, I'm mad You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had Does this look like an arcade? Tryna play games? See this saw blade? See the silhouette of a stalker in your walk-way? Better co-operate Or get saute'd and rotisseried while you're hog-tied MC's get so quiet you can hear a muh'fucking dog whistle while I walk by 'Colt Seavers' on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fucking Fall Guy I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, man I treat it like a Mogwai Cuz it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women and men Vrinn-vrinn! Motor's so big you can fit a midget in his engine Bitch, give me them digits while you're cringin' Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin While I spin spin even ten cents on you, since when Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny? Shiit, if I think a penny's pretty just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me Eenie meenie miney mo, Catch an eskimo by his toe While he's trying to roll a snowball but, Don't make him lose his cool If he hollers better let him go ya'll Now here we go go goooooo Get up! Baby get a move on, Like a U-Haul You can rack your brain like pool balls You will never think of this shit Yeah, honey you called? Well here I come, Havoc on the beat, I reek it Evil I see, hear and speak it Lady put your money on Shady Fuck that other weak shit Put your eggs in the same basket You can count every muh'fucking chicken fore' it hatches Cuz, you can bet your ass that we gone get it crackin' Like a Kraken and Titans when they're clashin' Get your brains bashed in so bad You gone have Kurt Kobain askin To autograph a bloodstained napkin I'm fashionable and 'bout as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton See if he's cool with it Don't stand there and look stupid at me bitch I ain't in the mood for this shit Get my dick, Google it till it pops up Ya'll are so motherfucking full of shit that you're stopped up Me I'm always shitting diarrhea of the mouth Till your speakers crap out <i>[fart]</i> "Ohp, What?" Girl you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette "Chik-Chigarette" But you won't get a hot fudge Sundae from me So do not strut my way, slut! Because.. Here we go go goooooo And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar Im'ma show you why I came Stop asking me what the fuck for Now look you little slut, cunt, whore know you want more, bitches tell I put the Mat back into Mathers Cuz I'm a fucking problem, Run boy! Every flow got it mastered So every last word that you fucking fags heard comes straight from the fishes ass, Yeah In other words I'm a Bass turd! Looking at me like I killed Kenny Gassing the tank near steal plenty No morals are instilled in me So remorse I really don't feel any Eat your heart out, Hannibal Understandable why you're jealous, fucking animal I got cannibal magnetism, cant resist him now, can ya hoe? Shady, I don't understand your flow. Understand my flow? Bitch I flow like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy. Don't you dare try to follow or compare, boy. I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare stay the fuck outta my hair, boy! You can look, you can stare and point But you can't touch -- I'm too clairvoyant. I don't get it man, is there a void All this weak shit, what am I steroids? Well bitch I'm back with some shit for that ass and your trunk, Elephant hemorrhoids And remember boys Here we go go goooooo Thank you for coming out Hope you enjoyed the show Till next time haha Peace! |
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Aw man yea
You ever be in the club man you get in a fight And people that you don't even know jump in You feel like you wanna hit something your fist clenches your pissed You just wanna get someone with shit jump'em You're bout to get your shit pushed in I'm just inches away I'm splitting your shit wide open no stitches could save So die with your eyes open you hope this isn't the way You end up going out but I guess it just is I'm afraid Razors scissors and blades make Jason say isn't this great On lookers participate in this ass kicking debate They're starting to take place in the middle of the street Little did you know there'd be an all out brawl soon as you heard this beat Emergency personnel rush to the murder scene but its too late It's absolute pandemonium whisked away In a ambulance is your fate nothing nobody told you when you Left your house today coulda made you anticipate Such an ass whooping okay til the anger dissipates You get punched in the face reciprocate So what the deal ridaz Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull'em through my britches I said So what the deal ridaz Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull'em through my britches You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case Anxious to get in some shit got your gangstas all with your ladies You better go get your mace cuz shady said so You may wanna pick up the radio and bang it against your face That's how fucking rowdy you feel now do you still wanna grill If you don't wanna get the shit beat outta you chill Cuz if you doubt me you will yea got me a pill found me a thrill I got a couple of drinks here and I'm bound to refill Girl howdy how do you feel ma This cocksucker did not spill my drink Oh HELL no He must be tryna kill my buzz I will not budge And what the deal ridaz Now here they all come and they got your back in like 2 seconds flat That's probably a record yea you wasn't expecting that Cuz they want in on the act there's a cognac Bottle we snuck it in cuz the beer that they were serving here was only tap I'm biting I fight dirty you might get kicked in the nuts You're frightened like this guy might hurt me You're quite certain he's nuts I've hit myself in the face harder Play smarter you may start oper you need a chainsaw Dig your way out of go powder your nose Pussy the harder you yell the harder I slap the shit out of you hoes You set it off faggot so now how do you spose We settle it hit me in the nose we'll see how it goes So what the deal ridaz Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull'em through my britches I said So what the deal ridaz Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull'em through my britches It's shear hustle I bob weave deflate your beer muscles We're tussling the crowd's starting to cheer us And adrenaline's rushing through us just like a geyser gushing Too much Budweiser in my blood I'm strangling your windpipe And nothing my signatures ligature marks Look at you all big with your remarks and I swing an icepick at your heart At least that's what it feels like when I pick you apart And dig at you and break you down like the bitch that you are The predicament starts when I throw a brick at your car The pain inflicted upon you it's so sick it's bizarre Shit this is almost ridiculous addictive as far As having me wanna rip out your frickin ligaments ARGH You hit like a bitch you scratch me with your nails for that You catch an open hand slap break off your nail like BAP In fact I'll have the crowd smacking you themselves Where's D12 I don't feel like doing this by myself So what the deal ridaz Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull'em through my britches I said So what the deal ridaz Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull'em through my britches |
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Ladies and gentlemen make some noise.
Aww shit, yeah. Y'all ready to get this shit started or what? Aiight, well I brought some friends with me too. Eminem Now I ain't back just for the sake of saying I'm back I could relax, but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black-out and Relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (Woo!) Burp bubbles, attitudes immature and double shot of Bacardi, party vision is blurrin' Woah-oh! I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin' Uh oh! You can call me R. Kelly, now urine/you're in Trouble! What's accurin' before, after, and durin' the show There's no bearin' on the bad news I'm bearin', whoa What is it wordplay? No, I'm pushin' you out the do' So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you get to squishin' a ho Its pandemo-nium standin' O when you see him (Oh!) Damn, baby you look good, you givin' me wood You should, pull over like a sweatshirt with a hood Let's network, get our poly on, you and me both break bread While I'm coppin' over this game to pinch a loaf Now homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass Who claims to be spittin' the same flames as me I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words, I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn air bags on the dash Went through 'em and laughed Came back an hour after the accident and bit a God-damn Jawbreaker in half So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' ya ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap And Just Blaze on the track What the fucks more amazin' then that, slut? Answer me that Royce where you at Royce da 5'9" I'm right here fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers To pry apart you, lump on your head designed by a bar stool Designed by a cartoon, before I need to be hired Jimmy Io' fire Marshall The 9 tucked against the linin' I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like ya'll are a couple 69in' It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga [rapid gunfire] "FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!" You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud My bitch, know I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ, the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns, blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, we go Alfred E. Newman, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito (What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eating Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo where the fuck you at Joell Ortiz I'm right here; my Nike Airs buzz light years ahead of my mic peers Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I write fear In the heart of you tight squares, I harbor the art of "You Nice" wear It's type weird cuz that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer... Homie chill, listen, I swear, I'm God, I give tracks a holy feel/Holyfield And they bite ears... I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waiting to be hooked to IV's It's Mumm-Ra's well when you look at my pee And this joint? (No exception) So just point (A direction) And record the pig's oink (When I rip his intestines) This isn't just an infection; this won't go away with penicillin injections Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it Aww, shit it I did it again when I lit up this pen, I emitted this phlegm This time it's along side it Em-in-em So tell a friend to tell a friend, bite a disgusting hook Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook Crooked I I'm right here letting the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop Colored Maserati drop, in a body shop Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molliwopped (Geah!) I take your life to the 9th innin' A knife in a gunfight... I love it, me and my knife winnin' I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money Man, all the bitches holla They wanna drop my britches than jaw my dick to swallow Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala I bear more arms than 6 koalas (uh) As soon as I draw get sent to Allah Bi-linguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Attila the Hun, I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam (Blaow!) Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, a sound flyin', we do what you try to do without trying (Slaughterhouse!) Cuz to us it's so easy, where's... "Jump-off" Joe Beezy |
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