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Eminem

Genres: Hip-Hop

Untitled Lyrics - Eminem

Nah man, not quite finished yet... 

 

Girl I think 

you just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad 

You just hurt my god damn feeling, and that was the last one I had 

Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade 

See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperate 

Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog tied 

MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog whistle when I walk by 

Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin fall guy 

I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwi 

Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids women & men 

Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its engine 

Bitch gimme them digits while your cringin' 

Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin 

Will I spen-spend even ten cents on you 

Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny 

Shit if I think a penny's pretty 

Just image how beautiful, a quarter is to me 

Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an eskimo by his toe 

 

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While he's tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him lose his cool 

 

If he hollers better let him go ya'll 

 

(You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go 

Get up baby get a move on, like a u-haul 

You can rack your brain like pool balls 

You won't ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called? 

Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak 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 motherfuckin chicken 'fore it hatches 

Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we gonna get it crackin 

Like the Kraken & Titans, when they clash and 

Get your brains bashin so bad 

You gonna have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin 

Unfashionable, about 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 the shit, gif my dick, Google it till it pops up 

 

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Ya'll are so motherfuckin full of shit that your stocked up 

Me, I'm always shittin diarrhea at the mouth 

 

Till your speakers crap out (pthhhhp) 

 

Ha, what? Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette (Chit- chigarette) 

But you won't get a hot fudge Sunday from me 

 

So do not strut my way slut, because... 

(You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go 

And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar 

Ima show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the fuck for 

Now look you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want more 

Bitch it's time to put the math back in the Mathers 

Cuz I'm a fuckin' (problem), run boy! 

Every flow, got it mastered 

So every last word, hat you fuckin' fags heard 

Comes straight from the fish's ass 

Yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-turd 

Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still 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 

Fuckin' animal, I got cannibal magnetism 

Can't resist 'em now can ya hoe? 

Shady, I don't understand ya 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 

In ya trunk elephant (Hemorrhoids) 

And remember boys... 

(You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go 

Thank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show. 

Until next time... peace. 

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