*featuring J-Black, Masta Ase
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[Announcer]
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Welcome back, to the stage of history
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[Eminem]
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Yo.. Slim Shady!
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Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll..
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I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
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Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
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The only key that I see to defeat you
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would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
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and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
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I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
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you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
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(Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal
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I ain't tryin to shoot you,
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I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
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Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
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and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
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Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
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Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
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I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket
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to fill it full of explosive gasses
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and close it back with a lit match in it
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while I sit back and just hope it catches
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Blow you to fragments
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Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes
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[Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)]
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I see the light at the end
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But every time I take a step, it gets dim
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Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
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If so, heaven's got to be better
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But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down
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[J-Black]
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Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never)
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I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse
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I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc
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Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot
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One day we all gon' die
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But when I die, I'ma be so high
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that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare
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with the chalk outline still there
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I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot
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I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock
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Now if I pray everynight (night)
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Do I still have to hold my trey very tight?
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You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth
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I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse
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I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse
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Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk
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See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface
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Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
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Angels greet me but I don't reply back
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Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at?
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[Chorus 1/2]
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[Announcer]
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Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns
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Final battle, fight!
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[Masta Ace]
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Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
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Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
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And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
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Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
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I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound
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And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
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My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
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Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
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Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her
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Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
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My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
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My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
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Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
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Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
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I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare
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Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care
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[Chorus]
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[J-Black]
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But every time I take a step, it gets dim..
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Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
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Haha..
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[Announcer]
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Time's up!
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You lose!
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Hellbound (H&H Remix)
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| Eminem |
