Vegas Lyrics - Shadyxv - Eminem

Got a shitty grin, bitch show me them itty-bitty titties again 

We're in Sin City, since when did we begin to get addicted to dope 

Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your friggidy-friends 

I'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun 

The migidy mac's, bigidy back 

Don't act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middle 

You little busy bitch, stick-stickity in 

Got a 6 o' clock craving, stop get Ciroc 

It's about to be an unbelievable night 

I call it surreal, Sir Mix a Lot tape in 

Hit the spot, spot my next victim 

I'm picky like I missed a spot shaving 

Came to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies 

I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rear 

But I bet if I lick her, she'll try to chase me (Haha) 

What are you pit, rott, mixed or you just got fixed well shit then let's lip-lock 

If not then trick piss off you snobby little pig snot nose 

You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat 

Well, bitch, if you're solar 

Then I'm your polar opposite dog cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit 

Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit rocks 

Then my sick thoughts are about to lick shots 

Like this shit's hopping, and drip-dropping in chocolate-ly whip-topping 

So whether you're Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big, Pac 

Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this 

If not then kick rocks in flip flops 

And I produced the track 

So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (TURN UP!) 

So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying 

All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying 

And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again 

Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't do the job of killing Shady, then the karma will, insane him 

I'm as brainy Mohammad until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain 

And made me Robin Williams crazy 

Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist 

Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertaining 

I ain't stopping till be sprayed it 

Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking 

But before I tie a rope around this nob 

If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until - 

Wait I just forgot what I was thinking... 

What's it called again? I'm blanking 

Something about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny 

Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging 

Go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me 

Come on kemosabe 

It's past time, like your favorite hobby 

Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage 

Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer? 

That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit 

Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits 

And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her train of thought is 

Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made up a plane of bonkers 

And I always end up giving these bitches some complex 

And I don't mean apartment 

So spread your feet apart 

And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits 

Now grab this Cuisinart 

And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite 

And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch 

Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?) 

Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick? 

I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick 

Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks 

To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick 

Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit 

Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist 

Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey 

Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy 

I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me 

You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy 

I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre 

Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car 

And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit 

And I think with my dick so come blow my mind 

And it tastes like humble pie 

So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride 

If I let you run alongside the Humvee 

Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski 

So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy 

You gon' blow that rape whistle on me 

(Scream!) I love it 

'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off 

Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost 

'Till we get to Las Vegas 

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(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 

Vegas 

'Till we get to Las Vegas 

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 

Vegas 

'Till we get to Las Vegas 

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 

Vegas 

'Till we get to Las Vegas 

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 

Vegas 

Whatever happens here, stays here 

So let's go all the way dear 

Til we get to Las Vegas 

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Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable 

Treat every women in my stable like flavors 

Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days 

In 7 nights in the days and it's our Vegas 

We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers 

She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then 

I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving 

And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor 

I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors 

And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it 

Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store 

With a about a million dollars with your mama 

And sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaan 

I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again 

About to get my back tatted again 

About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand 

Sitting on a bike in the sand 

If you ain't been through nothing 

Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like legs on a crab 

If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp 

Weed got her so chinky eyed 

Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan 

I keep my jewelry on while I'm fucking 

Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can 

Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss 

If this is my passion 

I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence 

The gift of my absence 

I don't know who you been listening to 

Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop 

Bitch, I don't give a two shits 

Bitch, get the fuck out of my face 

To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there 

And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum 

Even though I have an affinity for witty banter 

Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer 

Hold up, she misunderstood me 

I said saint, por favor 

Thought I said to wait, had four doors 

I knock a nigga face off 

Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever.) 

I leave the club with my tab still open 

Won't even get a cab for you and your friend 

The only fear I have is of loathing 

And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas