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Eminem

Genres: Hip-Hop

Keep Talking Lyrics - Eminem

[Intro - Bizarre] 

Yeah! 

Detroit mothafucka! 

DJ Green Lantern! 

D12! 

We ain't goin' nowhere! 

We still smokin' crack nigga! 

Haha! 

Let 'em know! 

AH-HA! 

 

[Chorus - Eminem] 

Bitch keep talkin' 

Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' 

We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 

Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us 

We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

(Yo!) COME ON! 

 

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[Verse 1 - Kuniva] 

Yo the derelict is back 

I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last 

I even sold my therapist crack 

You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts 

I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats 

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

Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat 

Kids and all be hit 

Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all 

Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter 

Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin' 

(Bitch keep talkin'!) 

Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney 

While you eatin' at Wendy's 

I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi 

Nice wit 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 hands and your legs 

Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head! 

 

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[Verse 2 - Swifty] 

I'm the only one your bitch let touch her 

Type of brother that will fuck your mother 

With a fishnet rubber 

A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka 

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

When it comes to beefin' 

It ain't no explainin' 

I'll change your language wit a stainless 

I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous 

I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit 

Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can 

You get squashed like pop cans 

I be shootin' 7-Up 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 this rage and your legs will be replaced! 

 

[Chorus - Eminem] 

Bitch keep talkin' 

Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' 

We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 

Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us 

We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

(BITCH!) COME ON! 

 

[Verse 3 - Bizarre] 

I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule 

I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do 

Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it 

He 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 

Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother 

Psyche, I'm not bisexual 

I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball) 

And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme 

I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'! 

 

[Verse 4 - Proof] 

YEY-YEY 

Rest in peace Jam Master Jay 

Tupac 

And Notorious BIG 

I'm probably the best 

Guy in the flesh 

Blow ya heart out ya chest 

And ya chest out ya vest 

Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell 

Study my trail I cut and me fail 

A druggy on bail nutty as well 

Which such like buddy revel 

Dead or in jail 

Still headin' for hell 

The ghetto rebels the wrong guy 

Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob 

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

Got the key to your coffin 

To pee on you often 

Great me wit offers we taken over 

Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda 

Ya hear me!?! 

 

[Outro - Eminem] 

Fuckin' crack heads 

And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons 

This ain't brains over Braun 

This is bullies over fuckin pussies 

Ha-ha come on bitch! 

 

[Chorus - Eminem] 

Bitch keep talkin' 

Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' 

We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' 

Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 

Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us 

We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'! 

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