Sway In The Morning Freestyle Lyrics - Eminem

[Verse: Eminem (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)] 

Let's take them back to the future (bars) 

Bars, like Paul Rosenberg 

The small frozen turd (don't censor me man) 

Alright look, I had class, I just got expelled 

I excelled in nothing in school 

So if you're tryna test my patience it just failed 

But King Mathers, I still get hailed 

So call me sire, like I exhaled 

After I had a deep ass breath held 

I get swell, that'll make my size XXL 

So kiss your highness's hinded ass 

While I'm trying to stretch, it's time to exercise 

I'm flexing, ice-o-metrics 

Twice the reps 'til I get extra-sized 

And set my bi's and pecs and triceps on fire 

Cause I'm coming out guns blazing 

Like flaming pythons, my suggestion is parental discretion 

Be advised, due to this mental aggression 

We advise you to back up, like Byron Leftwich 

I'm infectious, I rhyme like I got a sinus infection 

A virus, I'm congested and I just ingested 

Five Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, tryna mess with my mind 

I'm a regular Hyde and Jekyll 

White with freckles but I silence hecklers 

You might wanna head for the fire exits 

I'm coming through like a wrecking ball 

You would swear I think highly of Miley 

And I respect her, the way I backhand her 

Excuse my French, Montana, but I am worried about nutting 

God damn it, I'm a sexist, I drive a Lexus 

Textses out of her mind, and I'm in Texas 

With a chainsaw, wait, what did I forget this 

Time, oh, my machetes getting upset, he said 

He was ready for me to come get him from inside the shed 

It was time, he's restless 

He wants to make blood shed like a storage unit 

But before I do it, let me think this through 

Cause if I behead this bitch then I'd be headless *slurping noise* 

Mic check, one, two 

I ain't barely check the mic just yet 

And I just sweared like twice as many times 

In less than ninety seconds 

Than Andrew fucking Dice ever did in his fucking life 

But I guess I'm expected to make these kinds of violent records 

It's why I keep rhyming reckless 

Fuck it, I swear, like a diamond necklace 

Since freestyling over phone tap, my line's connected 

With rhymes that kept in touch with the fans, that's why the more bars, the better my reception 

And I give a fuck about sales, and fuck pop, I don't even like refreshments 

Cindy Crawford tryna fend me off with a bendy straw 

At the waffle house, awful mouth 

But if you don't like what I'm talking about then block me out 

Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me down 

Kicks me and socks me, ow 

Apparently still mad over what i said last year 

On that Vegas track, I just look stupid and stand there 

And try to act like I can't hear 

What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear 

That's when my man Denaun Porter ran behind me to pantomime 

That if you wanna kick his ass, stand in line 

Hands is down my pants as I fantasize taking advantage 

Of Brandy and Janet by grabbing my Spanish Fly 

Like a blind Hispanic guy with his zipper stuck 

Give a fuck, it's all part of my grand design 

To get Amanda Bynes to come and fucking blow me like a dandelion 

Better watch your step, you 'bout to cross an outlandish mine 

I'm what you get if Aaron Hernandez rhymed 

So stand aside unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding iron 

Fuck talking clear so you all can hear 

I'd rather rap like a fucking auctioneer 

Fuck around and walk from here to the Southpaw premier 

Get on Paul's back, rapping Paul Revere 

So call me queer, cause I'm always weird 

So praise a Genius, hope this don't get taken out of text 

But Hillary, I promise to wipe my server clean if you face subpoenas 

Got a name that speaks for itself like Anthony Weiner 

Hands in between my pants in a theater, jacking my meat 

A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and Selena 

Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Amber Thiessen 

Give me a damn good reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino 

And try to have a 3-sum with Janet Reno 

I'm fucked worse than Donald Trump 

On Lexapro in Mexico across from a Texaco in McDonald's drunk 

Broke and out of gas, busted water pump 

Getting fondled up by Ronald, feeling him on his rump 

Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa Milano hump 

We do 

Bringing the horror to emcees like the aura of the Run DMC fedora 

Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least three to four of those Rita Oras 

In a four seater Taurus but tell them my face is the best seat in the house 

I'll let them bleed in my mouth while I'm eating them out (that's disgusting, ow Jesus) 

Heat seeking missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who gives a fuck 

I invented prick, and that's a true statement, I see bitch in you Caitlyn 

Keep the pistol tucked like Bruce Jenner's dick 

No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, that took a lot of balls (ay God damn) 

Oh and Azealia Banks just wanna tell you thanks 

Now I got trailer skanks handing me ballpark franks in the mail as pranks 

And hot pockets, thanks a lot, awful, I made monopoly off misogyny 

Sodomy, how many chocolatey jell-o pops can he possibly lace, walking atrocity 

No wonder you scoff at me, it's obvious I'm as off-putting as Bill Cosby is 

Treat women like property, possessive like a noun with an apostrophe 

S's, I'd probably stalk broccoli, yes it's 

Socrates with a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop machine 

Got emcees dropping their knees, copping a plea bargain 

They keep sobbing, like, "please stop it" 

Aftermath, bitch, still Detoxing 

Looking for us? We over here 

Like we're eavesdropping 

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