Yo.. yo! (* Eminem hachs up spit *)
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Mic check.. (My dick!)
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Testing.. one, two (* Eminem hach-spits on mic *)
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Ffff-fuck.. (My dick!) My nuts..
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My attitude is worse than NWA's was
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I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people
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who ain't have shit to do with it, like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
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You see me standin outside of your buildin; screamin,
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"Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Slim Shady is for the children!" (WAIT!)
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I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it
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Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like
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You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don't like rap anyway
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I'm just tryin to get my porno career started
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Every place and event.. +Been There, Done That+
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Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
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(* zipper sound *) "Come on, let's go!"
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Want a deal? Study these 5 chapters
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Lesson One: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
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Lesson Two: Face em and diss em (whattup dog?)
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Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to come with me)
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and make em come to your basement and listen
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(you're gonna fuckin check this out)
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Lesson Three: Get a job at a label; switch demos with Canibus
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and put yours on the owner's table (here listen!)
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Lesson Four: 'Know you heard this before'
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"Hey let me get your number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
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Don't act like a fan -- you wanna get signed?
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Get the whitest A&R you can find
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Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
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Lesson Five: Get a hook-up at Jive
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Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
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And that's the key, but when you see me on the street; I ain't
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givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me)
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Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin
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cause I'm always shittin when I'm rappin like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!)
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Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth
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my balls broke both of her collarbones (OWW!)
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Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah ("It's all about me..")
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Gave Alyssa Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!")
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And all three of my main girls said SEE-YA
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Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin Aaliyah
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(What? Oh my God!) I splish splash while I'm takin a bath
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Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh
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White trash -- fuckin your wife in the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!")
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While you're out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass
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So if I hurt your self-esteem
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and you get dissed too bad [Yo why you diss me?]
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You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
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And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had [A big dick!]
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You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
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"I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!"
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You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
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"He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad!" [Nurse! Nurse!]
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You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
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What a wonderful day; I should go outside and play
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Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate
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Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live grenade
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in your driveway (WHAT?) and drive away (* car peels out *)
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Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
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Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache
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You talk a lotta shit, but you was never ill though
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I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow
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Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh (MOOOOO!)
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Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half
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Wagin wars, went on stage and sprayed Cage with +Agent Orange+
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And wiped my ass with his page in Source (Here!)
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The demon is here, steamin this year
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I rip [*Mystikal's*] voicebox out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!)
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It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it
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Give a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give it
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"Yeah I don't think this guy is well.." I'm high as hell
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I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
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[* impersonating Method Man *]
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I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin
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Lay your nuts on the dresser
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Just your nutsack by itself
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And bang them shits with a spiked bat
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Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
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And leave you like that
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You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor
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Who's itchin to leave you disfigured and stiffer than Chris-topher
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Reeves, I was teething with strep throat
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while your mother was breastfeeding
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And gave her the flesh-eating disease
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I'm iller than takin a hammer and beatin your knees
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and walkin through South Central L.A., bleedin in jeans
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(Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Wakin up the next day in breathin machines
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Flashin back to being shot and repeatin the scenes
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on how you just got smoked, and if you do live
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You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and 'Pac joke
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So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad
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You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
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And when I rap about a fat bitch that you wished you had
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You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
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"I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad"
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You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
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"He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad"
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You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
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I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh)
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That's right, Slim Shady (yup) Sway & Tech
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Sprayin wreck (bitch)
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And we don't give a heck (uh-uh)
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or a damn.. or a fuck.. or a shit
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So suck my motherfuckin dick
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Get You Mad (Feat. Sway, King Tech & DJ Revolution)
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| Eminem |
