Текст (слова) песни: Eminem f D-12 * - Marshall Mathers LP

* M. Mathers, D. Houston, R. Johnson, O. Moore, V. Carlisle, D. Porter:
These rappers are Eminem, Swifty, Bizarre, Proof, Kuniva, and Kon Artis.
They appear in the same order on the song as in the album`s liner notes.
Direct any questions to bodyrott@ntlworld.com or webmaster@eminem.com

[Eminem]
Translation
So you can suck my dick if you don`t like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!
Two pills I pop, `til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I`m Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
so the rats can`t chew through his last pants
I`m like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him
I`m like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin
[Swifty] Bitch it`s too late
[Eminem] Cause once you`re hung from the drapes, it`s curtains

[Swifty]
I`m an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my `gators
My weed`ll hit yo` chest like a double barrel gauge an`
I`m a black grenade that`ll blow up in yo` face {*BLAM*}
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I`m snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin, I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets
Chillin in the lab wasted
I`m the type that`ll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon` fight

Chorus: Eminem

So you can suck my dick if you don`t like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
Cause I don`t give a fuck if you don`t like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

[Bizarre]
I`m a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I`m hired, I`m fired
Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn`t you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren`t you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I`m retired
Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I`m ripped, I`m on an acid trip
My DJ`s in a coma for lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*} (Damn!)
{*DJ reverses the record and scratches it back on beat*}
I`m fuckin anything when I`m snortin
It`s gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
{*dog whines*} Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom

[Proof]
Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin {*gun cocks*} nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a `Stop the Violence` rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Run your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP
I don`t need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq`s
Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
and found chopped up in a trash bag

[Kuniva]
We stranglin rappers until the point they can`t yell
cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam`s apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I`m a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it`s polluted
I cock it back then shoot it
I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Eminem f D-12 * - Marshall Mathers LP * M. Mathers, D. Houston, R. Johnson, O. Moore, V. Carlisle, D. Porter: These rappers are Eminem, Swifty, Bizarre, Proof, Kuniva, and Kon Artis. They appear in the same order on the song as in the album`s liner notes. Direct any questions to bodyrott@ntlworld.com or webmaster@eminem.com [Eminem] Translation So you can suck my dick if you don`t like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha! Two pills I pop, `til my pupils swell up like two pennies I`m Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass so the rats can`t chew through his last pants I`m like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him I`m like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin [Swifty] Bitch it`s too late [Eminem] Cause once you`re hung from the drapes, it`s curtains [Swifty] I`m an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my `gators My weed`ll hit yo` chest like a double barrel gauge an` I`m a black grenade that`ll blow up in yo` face {BLAM} With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose You never hear me say, "Forgive me" I`m snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin, I make the president get a facelift Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets Chillin in the lab wasted I`m the type that`ll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon` fight Chorus: Eminem So you can suck my dick if you don`t like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick Cause I don`t give a fuck if you don`t like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick [Bizarre] I`m a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I`m hired, I`m fired Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn`t you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor (Aren`t you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I`m retired Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron I`m ripped, I`m on an acid trip My DJ`s in a coma for lettin the record skip.. {needle pops} Lettin the record skip.. {needle pops} Lettin the record skip.. {needle pops} (Damn!) {DJ reverses the record and scratches it back on beat} I`m fuckin anything when I`m snortin It`s gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion {dog whines} Some bitch asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom [Proof] Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with somethin {gun cocks} nigga pass that In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a `Stop the Violence` rally, I blast gats Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP I don`t need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq`s Born loser, half theif and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked and found chopped up in a trash bag [Kuniva] We stranglin rappers until the point they can`t yell cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your adam`s apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, cuz I`m a "Luni" I got a "Yukmouth" and it`s polluted I cock it back then shoot it I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise Нравится песня? 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