[Eminem]
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I make music to make you sick of fake music
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Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music
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So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses
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Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
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Try to stop it but you cain't do it (ha ha)
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A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this
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Kurt Cobain music - students converted to 'caine users
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as soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it
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What's your name?
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[Swifty McVay]
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Judas
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Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this
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I got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't understand
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how I'm all up in you niggaz TV's like Carole Anne
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I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to strike
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Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice
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(Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife
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I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice
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I rob casinos, slugs, eat those
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You'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
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Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes
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My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
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It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
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Cause I came back to rule this time!
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It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine!
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Yes it's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
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It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
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Cause I came back to rule this time!
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It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine!
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[Kon Artis]
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It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
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Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off!
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The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes
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Beat up strangers without a reason, I'm a anus
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Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it
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Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards
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Walkin zombied it's ornery
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Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie
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[Kuniva]
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Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best
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Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest
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Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess
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Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
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What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
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And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt
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A deranged team, smokin ganja greens
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This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines
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I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D
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And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat
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And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your [scream]
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From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet
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[Chorus]
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[Bizarre]
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STOP TAKIN DRUGS!! I'm tryin
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My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron
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And if I die, it won't be because I got shot
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It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
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Takin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em
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Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em
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Ten years is what I'm facin
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Police breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement
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(Jermaine!) A rapist that'll bust in your mouth
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I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out
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I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed
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Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
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It's me again, fuckin dirty jinn
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So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in
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No medication, I'm out of perkasets
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I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wet
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[Chorus]
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[Eminem]
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It's Devils Night!
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Devils Night
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| D12 |
