[Eminem]
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Oh! (Oh!) Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you¡¯ve all been waiting for¡¦
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In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders. The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world¡¦Slim Shady!
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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Don¡¯t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
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Uh oh, uh oh, bitches hoppin¡¯ in my Tahoe
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Got one ridin¡¯ shotgun and no not one of ¡®em got clothes
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Now where¡¯s the rubbers? Who¡¯s got the rubbers?
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I notice there¡¯s so many of ¡®em and there¡¯s really not that many of us
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And ladies love us, my posses kickin¡¯ up dust
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It¡¯s on ¡®til the break of dawn and we¡¯re startin¡¯ this party from dusk!
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[Eminem]
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OK! Let¡¯s go!
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[Verse One: Eminem]
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Back with Andre the Giant, Mister Elephant Tusk
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Fix your musk, you¡¯ll be just another one bit the dust
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Just one up, my mother¡¯s sons who got thrown under the bus
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Kiss my butt, lick the Wonder Cheese from under my nuts
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It disgusts, me to see the game the way that it looks
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It¡¯s a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
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Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut
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Missed the cup. The lady gave her 80 some paper cuts
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Now picture us, it¡¯s ridiculous, you curse at the thought
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¡®Cause when I spit the verse, the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
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If I could fit the words as picture perfect works every time
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Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
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It¡¯s elementary, the elephants have entered the room
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I venture to say with the center of attention it¡¯s true
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Not to mention, back with a vengeance, so here¡¯s the signal
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Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio is back on you hoes
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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Don¡¯t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
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Uh oh, uh oh, bitches hoppin¡¯ in my Tahoe
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Got one ridin¡¯ shotgun and no not one of ¡®em got clothes
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Now where¡¯s the rubbers? Who¡¯s got the rubbers?
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I notice there¡¯s so many of ¡®em and there¡¯s really not that many of us
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And ladies love us, my posses kickin¡¯ up dust
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It¡¯s on ¡®til the break of dawn and we¡¯re startin¡¯ this party from dusk!
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[Eminem]
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Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!
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[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
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They see that low rider go by, they¡¯re like, ¡°Oh my!¡±
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You ain¡¯t got to tell me why you sick ¡®cause I know why
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I dip through in that six trey like sick ¡®em Dre
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I¡¯m an itch that they can¡¯t scratch, they sick of me
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But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
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¡®Cause over and above all, it¡¯s just another day
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And this one begins where the last one ends
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Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
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I¡¯ll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
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Drivin¡¯ ¡®round with a smashed front end
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Let¡¯s cash that one in
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Grab another one from out the stable
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The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado
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The hell if I know
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Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
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Decisions, decisions, garage looks like precision collision
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Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
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Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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Don¡¯t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
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Uh oh, uh oh, bitches hoppin¡¯ in my Tahoe
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Got one ridin¡¯ shotgun and no not one of ¡®em got clothes
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Now where¡¯s the rubbers? Who¡¯s got the rubbers?
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I notice there¡¯s so many of ¡®em and there¡¯s really not that many of us
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And ladies love us, my posses kickin¡¯ up dust
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It¡¯s on ¡®til the break of dawn and we¡¯re startin¡¯ this party from dusk!
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[Eminem]
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And I take great pleasure in introducing¡¦50 Cent!
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[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
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It¡¯s bottle, after bottle
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The money ain¡¯t a thing when you party wit¡¯ me
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It¡¯s what we in to, it¡¯s simple
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We ball outta control like you wouldn¡¯t believe
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I¡¯m the Napalm, the bomb, the don, I¡¯m King Kong
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Get rolled on, wrapped up and rained on
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I¡¯m so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
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Bring the Chandon, burn marijuana, do what you want
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Nigga on and on, ¡®til the break of what?
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Get the paper, man I¡¯m cakin¡¯ you know I don¡¯t give a fuck
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