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Singles


Artist: Eminem & D12
Total songs: 4
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Keep Talkin Lyrics - Singles - Eminem & D12

Yeah, Detroit, motherfucka 

DJ Green Lantern, D-12, we ain't goin' nowhere 

We still smokin' crack, nigga 

Let 'em know 

 

Bitch, keep talkin', keep on poppin' off 

Flip them jaws because we ain't stoppin' 

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all 

So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

 

Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 

'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you ain't stoppin' us 

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all 

So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

 

Come on, yo, the derelict's back, I'm blazin' niggaz 

While they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed, I even sold my therapist crack 

You niggaz is bitches, straight up, I'm bearin' the facts 

I love pussy with all my heart but I married a gat 

 

And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play with me 

I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat 

Kids and all get hit, peers and all 

The Mosberg'll take your back, liver, ribs and all 

 

Kuniva's a street talker, heat sparker to beef starter 

Packin' guns when I'm sleepwalkin', bitch, keep talkin 

Throw a firebomb down your chimney 

While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi 

 

Knife with the hands, never bow down to another man 

I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands 

Smother your clan, sever your hand and your legs 

And mail your brother your heart and send your mother your head 

 

I'm the only one, you bitch that touch ya, type of brother 

That'll fuck your mother, wit a fishnet rubber 

A belligerent and rowdy motherfucka 

That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on Atella 

 

When it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin' 

I change your language with a stainless 

I'm contained wit an anguish to leave you famous 

I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your face with 

 

Niggaz don't say shit, fuck your hype, man 

If there's a bystander standin' by, I'm firin' at cha 

'Cause I can, you get squashed like pop cans 

I'll be shooting 7Up in your mouth, man 

 

I'm about to sell your mama bud and lace it 

So when she fire it up she coughin' blood, I love to see 'em wasted 

I'm made to behave in this case 

You try to be brave in a rage your legs will be replaced 

 

Bitch, keep talkin', keep on poppin' off 

Flip them jaws because we ain't stoppin' 

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all 

So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

 

Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 

'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you ain't stoppin' us 

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all 

So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

 

Bizzy, come on, I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule 

I'm here to talk about Lil' Ray Ray and what I'ma do 

Sorry, I ain't gonna mention you, you'll probably sue 

Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue 

(Exclusive) 

 

The first time I had sex, a dirty mattress 

No condom, my grandmother bent over backwards 

Bizarre been fuckin' raw all summer 

Let's make a trade, my wife for your brother 

 

Psych, I'm not bisexual 

I'm an intellectual transsexual with one testicle 

(One nut) 

And I ain't sayin' shit 'cause it rhyme 

I got colon cancer, I'm dyin' 

 

Yayiyay, rest in peace, Jam Master Jay 

2-Pac and Notorious B.I.G., c'mon 

 

I'm widely the best, God in the flesh 

Blow your heart out of your chest 

And your chest out of your vest 

Leave your body a mess, streets bloody as hell 

Study my 12, I cut him he fell 

 

A druggie on bail, nutty as well 

With search light, bud, he revealed, dead or in jail 

They're headed for Hell 

Together with bells and blonde guy, get your lungs hard 

Leave you full of holes like Spongebob 

 

We can take this from your front door to your CEO office 

Got the key to your coffin, so bitch, keep talkin 

Leavin' your office, we takin' over 

Or get Chyna White mixed with baking soda 

Ya hear me, get crack 

 

Fuckin' crackheads 

And this is just mixtape shit, you fuckin' morons 

This ain't brains over brawn 

This is bullies over fuckin' pussies, come on 

 

Bitch, keep talkin', keep on poppin' off 

Flip them jaws because we ain't stoppin' 

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all 

So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

 

Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 

'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you ain't stoppin' us 

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all 

So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

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