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[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No what people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No what you may think
I'm gon' doing my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And teach to sing
I'll stick Britney Spears in a room of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad
and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist with a
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a habit of holding in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
With two to lay down the school district
Get pissed a whip with a Marseburg
a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue like I give two shits
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I with no engine
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of your
Crashin' Doc stir the
We all out of work Tony Atlas
Walking with cans in a basket
America's most with the army us
Fuck flossin' we take what's
Unload like an ace and four
I'm out of but Doc laid them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it arsonists?
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches face is what do
Cause that's white boy Tyno do

So everybody doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my if y'all don't wanna bump to this

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if you wanna bump

No matter people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane
We pound you, rap sounds around you
From ten speed and shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood with 2Paclypse and them
It's like Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and pull out the pump
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But with my luck, probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the
With an automatic me up there
My man with a gat in his hand
Staking my out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham or your canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
lift through the mall
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm giving you all my script
is to piss a priest off with this
Pop more pills police officers
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a smashed on the floor

So how's everybody feeling
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

So how's doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if don't wanna bump to this

No what people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm keep doing my thing

No what people say
I'm gon' keep doing my
No matter, OH!