[Eminem]
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Yo, speed racer, 97' burgundy Blazer
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Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury tracer
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I'm on some low ish,
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I'm fed up wit the being broke ish
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I'm not to joke wit
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Bitch, I don't sell crack, I smoke it
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My brains dusted; I'm disgusted at all my habits
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Too many asprin tablets and empty medicine cabinets
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Loosing battles to wack rappers 'cause I'm always too blunted
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Walkin' up in the cypher smokin', talkin' like, "Who want it?"
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Thug and crook; every drug in the book I've done it
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My 9's at your frame,is that your chain? Run it
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Who wants to die of an overdose of excessive flavor?
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Aggressive nature got me stickin' you for your Progressive pager
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Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer
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Stole your mom's Acura, wrecked it, then sold it back to her
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(Right right right ! ! !) ((Ding ! ! !))
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The doctors you'll need after our battle are known as psychiatrics
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I'll tell the nurses to hold a bed for you,
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and I'ma make sure you come back for it
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So barricade your infants, put up some extra fences
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A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses (Ooh)..Take em' on long vacation trips
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Kidnappin' em' and trappin' em' in abusive relationships
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Mess up your face and lips
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Slit your stomach and watch your gut split
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Gut you wit that razor that I use to shave my nuts wit ((Laughter))
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Mama don't you cry, your son's too far gone
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I'm so high, I don't even know what label I'm on
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I'm messed up, feelin' like an over worked plumber
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I'm sick of the crap, what's Dr. Kevorkian's phone number? (Ha.. Hot)
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Wake Up Show Freestyle
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| Eminem |
