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Sep 22 '11
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Dre and Eminem

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Dre and Eminem

Sep 22 '11
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Dre and Eminem

Jun 4 '11

Bad Meets Evil ft Slaughterhouse - Loud Noises Lyrics

Eminem ft Royce Da 5’9” ft Slaughterhouse Loud Noices Lyrics

[Verse  1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons
I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I’d fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by

Guess who, what’s happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hoped right back up on that crapper and I
Said “fuck you” with a capital I
Look who’s back to antagonize
You don’t like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at mine. shit better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
Battle, what kind of rapper would I before I let another rapper think he’s hot
I’ll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala
Girl my head space is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind
That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in royce’s back and at the same time put juice in mine?
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I’m a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
Then I’m filling the clip with a written
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when I’m illing
But it isn’t real, it’s a rap
On the real, it’s a wrap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When I’m atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I’m in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch

[Voice]
SlaughterHouse!

[Verse 3: Royce]
Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid
Ability to bring ? it’s a no brain bout boy
Physically I’m literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn’t handle my shit, wait I sweared
Irony of rhyming is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white boy ain’t got to jump no where cause I’m here
Nigga I’m on fire yeah and I’m every bitch’s dream
One, two I’m coming for you, I’m a big old nightmare
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
I’ll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I’ll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up
And that’s how you body a fucking beat

[Voice]

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button top watch the drug drop
 ? when I drop I go outer space
Like I’m like Darth Vader’s face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds
It’s ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?
Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes
I’m not just any old homeboy
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I’mma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin succotash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitchh and a vicious track ?
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we’re tired of living at
New York here’s a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down
I’m gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don’t want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don’t wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of shit
You done weak, I’m the one, capiche?

[Voice]
SlaughterHouse!

[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Insane what they call us
Ain’t married to the game but you probably shouldn’t have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you
Eminent Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that’s women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of ?
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I’m administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something’s wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they’ll think s**t came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop ? born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be RuPaul
Ain’t nobody that’s real ever knew y’all
Second to none and I’m dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain’t gotta fear me but you’ll respect me
N****s who never met me threaten me

Wanna gillette me ? I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it’s heavy some said he deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be

[Voice]

Bad Meets Evil ft Slaughterhouse - Loud Noises Lyrics

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Jun 4 '11

Bad Meets Evil - Take From Me Lyrics

Eminem ft Royce da 5’9” - Take From Me Lyrics

You’re going to be okay, kid. You’re going to be okay.

HOOK - Claret Jai
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me.

VERSE ONE - Royce
Always been the type of dude that’ll feed my clique
I know that without the fans, I ain’t shit
But y’all better read my lips
I don’t spit raps this ill, for you to just hack and steal
And leak my shit, so peep my drift
I hope y’all don’t think you’re helping me out with that shit
That shit stressin’ me out
Nickel nine is blowin’ up
Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace
Cause around that time, my stocking’s goin’ UP
Feels like a victory, bittersweet, cause the bigger I get?
The bigger the wedge, between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
Hear what I said?
Feels like the shit just switched on me
Everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know
I would do anything for him, but the nigga refuse
To just quit straight shittin’ on me
Keepin’ your distance? Probably best if you don’t wanna fuck with me
But you know me probably best, fuck pity
You want that? You know it’s like …. chest
Tough titty, the problems, you gotta problem, you think I’m already set
So I’mma look down on you? Just be proud of me
You already got my respect
I ain’t gonna say something I regret
So I’mma just STOP, chasing the pain
Let you deal with the fact we don’t get along cause I got a big face in the game
Sometimes I feel like fuck my life
I fuck with a few niggas that I know that if my chick was a Shady ho?
Niggas wouldn’t think twice before they fuck my wife
Guess that’s the difference in friends and associates
I done been broke, I done been through the motions
I don’t pay no attention to birds
I use my scope to tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up ..?.. talk
I don’t make money just to lone it to y’all
Tell a nigga that the new album is like …?… is like talking to a hole in the wall
..?..these niggas expensive
If I need to loan you money every time I see you just to be your friend?
I don’t need your friendship

(hook) - Claret Jai
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me.
And I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say
And I give you my all and you just take from me (ay ay) x2

VERSE TWO - Eminem
I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame
Trouble as the pain grows double, give a fuck what you say
When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
To people who don’t even appreciate flows, motherfucker, I’m living today
Cause I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts
It’s like driving a spike through my heart
You might think it’s not that big of a deal to steal from me
But music is all I got
Aside from my daughters, not trying to sound like a martyr
But it’s getting harder than I thought
To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I’m about to just snap
And I might not deserve it but I got to, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record I rip for
When the …
But I won’t let it get me down, I won’t succumb like many think
SO FUCK THEM
They’ll appreciate me when I’m gone, they say it was ill, right?
The way I kill mics? But the way i feel right now?
It just feels like I’m so done with this shit I might as well wipe
I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you
Ladies and gentleman, Slaughterhouse I give you!

(hook)

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Jun 4 '11

Bad Meets Evil ft Slaughterhouse - Loud Noises

Listen while you can. Bad Meets Evil: Hell The Sequel drops June 14th.

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Apr 28 '11

Eminem x Royce Da 5’ 9” - Fast Lane Lyrics

Eminem x Royce Da 5’ 9” - Fast Lane Lyrics

[Royce Da 5’9”]
First verse, uh
I’m on ’til I’m on a island
My life’s ridin’ on the Autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I’ll kill you all wit’ kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona’s much worse
You’ve been warned if you’ve been born or if you can form
Slap up a cop and then snatch ‘im out of his uniform
Leave him wit’ his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y’all niggas’ intellect mad slow, y’all fags know
Claimin’ you bangin’, you flamin’
Bet you could light your own cigarette witcha asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Though I ain’t wrapped tight
My blood type’s the ’80s!
My ’90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys
You still fly kites daily!

[Eminem]
Catch me in my Mercedes
Bumpin’ “Ice, Ice Baby,” screamin’ Shady ’til I die
Like a half a pair of dice, life’s crazy
So I live it to the fullest ’til I’m Swayze
And you only live it once, so I’m thinkin’ ’bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now ‘fore I get on a roll (Damn)
Let me tell you what this pretty little dame’s name is, ’cause she’s kinda famous
And I hope that I don’t sound too heinous when I say this
Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus!
You morons think that I’m a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum, cleanin’, try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that’s back wit’ a capital B wit’ an exclamation mark, maybe
You should listen when I flip the linguistics
‘Cause I’m’onna rip this mystical slick shit
You don’t wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit
‘Cause after I spit the bullets, I’ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I’ma kick the ballistics! So get this dick, I’ma live this

(Hook)
Livin’ life in the fast lane
Movin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop now

I don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride
Just gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I die
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
Royce

[Royce Da 5’9”]
My whole goal as a poet’s to be relaxed in orbit
At war wit’ a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it’s like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says “I’ll let you take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian”
Go ‘back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in
I’m livin’ the life of the infinite enemy down
My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers
Spin ‘em around, enterin’ in the vicinity

[Eminem]
Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up (Pt!) and spitted him out
Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down
He’s lookin’ around this club and it looks like people are havin’ a shit fit now
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who’s back in t-t-town
Did I s-st-stutter, motherf-cker? F-ck them all, he’s just
A whole motherfuckin’ Walmart d-d-down every time a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight wit’ 5’9″ to hold this bitch down
Like a motherf-ckin’ chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin’ them dicks like lips, I’m agitated, aggravated
To the point you don’t suck my dick, then you’re gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don’t fuckin’ give me head, then I’m have to take it

[Royce]
And then after takin’ that, I’ma catch a case, it’s gon’ be fascinatin’
It’s gon’ say “The whole rap game passed away” on top of the affadavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson’ activator (Woo!)
Meanin’ I’m on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data
Runnin’ over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer
Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don’t it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader (Homie, they spent)

[Eminem]
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes
What, girl, I’m the crack-a-lator
Brung ya lay to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin’ wit’ a player, you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you sayin’

[Hook]
Livin’ life in the fast lane
Movin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop now

I don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride
Just gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I die
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)


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Mar 2 '11
Feb 28 '11

Eminem - The Apple Lyrics

Eminem - The Apple Lyrics

I’m a little nutty and I know it
but if you go back and take a look at my history
You will see that I’m not the only one who’s off his rocker
There were many before me

I was always labelled the black sheep of the family
What a bad seed I grow to be
But if you take a look at us now
You’ll see the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree

(haha)
Alright, look
I’ma tell you the story from my side
Maybe you’ll understand
Check it out

You done witnessed unexplainable shit
too insane to explain
people run from what the just don’t get
maybe Shady shoulda just hit ‘em with a little bit
did I spit too soon, Should I of spoon fed ‘em it?
but I was just so eager to prove I was even worth
being in the same league or the room with
of the people of whom I was in
every now and then I look up like I was seeking approval
was it because of the pigment of my skin
or was it a figment of my imagination
maybe it bothered me more than it did them
maybe it wasn’t a big deal back then
but to me it was, see what it was was
I had developed the complex from being judged
Proof spit his verse, now I’m next, let’s see who balls
I’m in the booth staring back to see who’s mugs
I get a reaction from, usually the first thumb was from Proof
and the rest of the group backed him up
and no one lied to each other cause none of us had deals
it was real, we just wanted tickets for that meal

Sometimes I feel like it’s just me
sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
I said…
sometimes I feel like it’s just me
sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree

Ever since my mother was pregnant
with her second egg cause she said
that I had a baby sister who fell out of the window
I was too young to remember
Kansas City projects
I was like 5, 6, and how come
I remember Malcolm, Isaac, and Boogie
if it was the projects in Missouri?
cause those’re my best friends until Isaac
took my tricycle and my uncle Todd went to try to go get it back
and ended up getting jumped and cut in the gut with a switch and 70-some stitches
which is still, to this day
why my mother still tries to show me some old fake picture
of a fictitious little sister who never existed
and this is why part of my life’s so twisted
but I can never be as sick as that bitch is
and, by the way, that picture’s one of my relatives

Sometimes I feel like it’s just me
sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
I said…
sometimes I feel like it’s just me
sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree

You probably have to peel back layers upon layers of pain
to see why everything I say is so insane
what’s different about my brain
that separates me from other players in this game?
on the surface, it may seem like a scheme
or some sort of scam for me to get some damn sympathy
but that’s the last thing I need is for people
to walk around feeling sorry for me (me)
and I’m not a G, never claimed to be
I gave my vest to Cashis, just hope he
dont need it more than me
but we’ll see, cause we ain’t lookin’ for beef
but if it comes our way, what do we, turn the other cheek?
come on

Sometimes I feel like it’s just me
sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
I said…
sometimes I feel like it’s just me
sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree

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Feb 28 '11

Eminem - G.O.A.T Lyrics

Eminem - G.O.A.T Lyrics

I’m a goat
and for those of y’all who don’t know what a goat is
it means the greatest of all time
and I consider myself one of those
so thank you very much, here it goes!

This is the part I was worried about
everyone thinks that my career is down the tubes
and I’m in some dusty garage inhaling them carbon monoxide fumes
and everyone’s telling me what I should do
and how I should come out and what to rap about
and I know I got a lot up in my medulla oblongata that I gotta get out
and I’m not sure how this is gonna come off
they’re probably gonna think that I’m coming off as cocky (haha)
like I just started giving a fuck what you really think about me
see, the thing about me
is you don’t really know a thing about me
everyone’s making a stink about me
like there’s some kind of a aura of that of the king around me
surround me with nothin’ but gangsters, killers, and bangers
and the most dangerous criminals
and I feel like I’m more comfortable around them than I do my own motherfuckin’ neighbors
but, see, my dream is to be remembered as one of the best when I leave
why does it seem like I’m not even put up in the same category as other emcees?
so when Weezy says that he’s better than Jay-z
please, be that just subliminally
means he thinks Jigga’s the best and that he’s
the only one up in that league, see
and it’s easy just to consider me one of the greatest white rappers there is
knowing god damn well that I’m one of the best god damn rappers that ever lived period

I’m a goat
and I don’t mean to gloat
but I know what I know and I know what you think
and these magazines’ll never put it in ink
because how would it look if they considered me as a goat?
and for those of y’all who don’t know what a goat is
it means the greatest of all time
and I consider myself one of those
so thank you very much, here it goes!

Maybe they figure that I’m on my way out the game
so they gotta go try to find em a new Eminem
or a new Shady, if they think it’s gonna happen
man, I thought I was crazy
or maybe I could be takin’ it wrong and they’re tryna pay homage to me in a strange way
so let me pay homage to my fellow white competitors almost in the same way
see, you hardly ever do hear anyone even bringing up that Paul Wall’s white
cause lyrically he doesn’t pose a threat to anyone, see, he’s just aight
and Bubba Sparxxx, he just won’t write
because he’s so caught up in that snow white
that Timbaland can’t even get him in the studio
he’s so gone off that coke, right
and it’s so sad, cause he’s dope, right
America’s next great white hope, right
so now they feel like they gotta come up with some corny ass white rapper show, right
and which I’m still havin’ mixed feelings about
they said it’d be real, I’m just spillin’ it out
there’s somethin’ about a white boy talking black and runnin’ around with a damn grill in his mouth
and I love when the say that Tiger Woods shit
“Isn’t it ironic that the best rapper’s white and the best golfer’s black?”
and I’m the one who’s gotta catch all the flack offa’ that
but these are the people who never had heard of an Eminem until 8 Mile had came out
but I had already hit middle America
Parents had all got to likin’ me now
when suddenly I wasn’t such a bad guy
all of the hatred for me must’ve died
thought I committed career suicide so I had to turn back into the bad guy
so faggoty faggoty faggoty gays
and (?) God made Raggedy Ann and Andy
not Raggedy Andy and Andy and Andy
and Angelina Jolie is just another ho
and Brad is a sucka’ because once I fuck her
she wants to go to Somalia to adopt another baby
you know what I say? No
You better save some of them kids from Madonna
she needs all the publicity she can get
you want a Shady? Well, you got it, man
I ain’t apologizin’ for shit.

I’m a goat
and I don’t mean to gloat
but I know what I know and I know what you think
and these magazines’ll never put it in ink
because how would it look if they considered me as a goat?
and for those of y’all who don’t know what a goat is
it means the greatest of all time
and I consider myself one of those
so thank you very much, here it goes!

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Feb 23 '11

Eminem ft. B.o.B – Things Get Worse Lyrics

[Eminem - Chorus]
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won’t listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can’t can ya, man I can’t stand ya
You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Eminem - Verse 1]

Holy toledo it’s Angelina Jolie amigo
She told me yo Shady just hand your penis to me I’ll deep throat
And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see bro
Who was a fantasy I don’t mean to damage your ego
You faggots wanna rassle I shove a f-cking jar of vaseline up inside your asshole
And rope it shut with a lasso
Couple of crushed lexapro broken up wit the capsule or paxil
Just incase I aint dope enough wit the raps though
Coke is cut with tobacco
Smoke it up then go wacko
This is what happens when you mix a cocunut with tabasco
Shady let go, the hoe has been choked up enough
Let her ass go
Now to Jessica Simpson lets go to the tune of cash roll
I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra cuter
Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her
I’m off my f-cking nets but I’m on an electric scooter
I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with rugers
Spit in Jasons face while I vomit on Freddy Krugar
They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar
Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra
Cash and get the patient some (?)

[Eminem - Chorus]
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?

[B.o.B]
B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, geez
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
Cause I will never lay down?
And I will never let up?
(I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better)

[B.o.B - Verse 2]
With the soul of a Sharman
I leave the beat than vomit
Like a bullemic woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in
So can you hear me coming
Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting
It’s probably go diseases on it
I’m just being honest, I can see the comments
I can see the evolution as we creep up on it
I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters, I dont need the money
I diarrhea on track so it needs plunging
Somebody tell these girls please release my undies
Nobody really understands my language
I find it complicated just to hold a conversation
But still I got a whole lot of patience
Sittin’ back watching Earth from my Space station

[Eminem - Chorus]
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won’t listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can’t can ya, man I can’t stand ya
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Eminem - Verse 3]
Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bendingfield in a washer
Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle
Its like I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha
I gotcha pychologically f-cked
I would like an apology what
Tell that psycho to stick a tyco and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts
I’m as cold as a muthaf-cking icicle on my nut
I aint nuttin’ nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster addict for post tramatic stress
I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while
This is the closest that its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him start to gather
I don’t paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family
This aint your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota Fannings front door while the whore is tanning
(He can’t say whore)
Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

[Eminem - Chorus]
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won’t listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can’t can ya, man I can’t stand ya
You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better


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