[available only on the European "bonus disc" edition]
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[Chorus 1]
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It's (it's) be (be) cause (cause) of (of)
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these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do
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Be.. cause.. of..
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these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do
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[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
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It was like.. whoahh and then the fuckin room started spinnin and shit
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And my friend came in he was like, "Yo! Yo! Em! Em!
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You puttin that shit up your nose again?"
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And I was like, "Naw" nuttin like - everything was just spinnin
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I couldn't even see and like, he started to look like a monster n shit
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Then I just started laughin and threw up all over the fuckin floor
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It's crazy
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[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1]
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It's because, of these drugs, that I do, that make me
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do these things, that I do, do these things, that I do
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[Eminem]
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My music is therapeutic for whoever's there to use it
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It's like, Lucifer's here to influence listeners through it
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You probably do what it said to do just from listenin to it
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It's got the power to get you to do it (c'mon)
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So when the shit comes on, I wanna see some shit jump off
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Some bitch get slapped, some motherfuckin kid get stomped
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So get this song, go run out and buy this disc
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And try this shit, as much coke as I just did
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Cause times like these, got me doin lines like these
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Plus I grab a pencil every time that I light weed
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It's probably because of the drugs Shady does what he does
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and is what he is, I'm dizzy Bizzy visit these kids
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[Bizarre]
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Hey Stephanie (hi!) Let's take some ecstasy (okay!)
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Now pull your pants down bitch and have sex with this dog next to me
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(huh?) 'Til I'm dead I'm takin blunts to the head
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Needles in my broken leg, listen to Grateful Dead
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These mescalines got me sure
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that I can fuck any whore with genital warts on the Warped Tour
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Who slipped this downer in my Snapple?
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Cussin out Interscope (Bizarre, you're signed to Capitol!)
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Fuck it, I was born with half a brain
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Sniffin 'caine, at celebrity basketball games
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You motherfuckers think I'm a gimmick
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cause I got a Cash Money tattoo and roll with No Limit (UNNNNGGGHHH!)
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The last time I sniffed blow
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I ended up in Denver, Colorado at an Iggy Pop show
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Bizarre be smokin a half a pound
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Fuckin the engineer's wife, while he's mixin my song down
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[Chorus 1]
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[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
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It's like, back when I first went on tour
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I like, went crazy I was like out of control
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And - just was fuckin wasted every night, like
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wakin up the next morning like - where the..
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Where the fuck am I at, what the fuck is goin on
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you see what I'm sayin? I was just like, out of control
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[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1]
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[Swifty McVay]
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These Benadryls got me stiffer than a mannequin
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Eight years old swallowin Anacins, standin over my bannister
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Laughin with a chromed out caliber (hahahahaha)
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The weed that I'm sellin this (?) look like the back of a tarantula
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I keep a substantial amount of aspirins in my Acura
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Smashin it, after framin a nigga with smack and dust
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I'm scandalous, drugs been ran for months
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Crackin capsules to expand our blunts
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I rolled it up and take the pressure to the head
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Now I'm lookin like a extra on "Night of the Living Dead"
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until they find me on a stretcher
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I'm quick to sample anything, bitch you got a tester?
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This crank'll have me blowin up banks like Uncle Fester
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[Proof]
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Ahhhh.. watch tonight, you'll admit that I'm a fiend
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Pop beans, 'scalines, along with amphetamines
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Ghetto kings, meddling with the smell of greens
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Got a Jell-o spleen, and see yellow rings (ohhhhhh)
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Blue pills, and purple mushrooms
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(Hey little girl, you got a curfew, don't you?)
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Missin since yesterday, perfect just for rape
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See I'm on judgment day, numb from special K
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Two tabs of X and vitamin C
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Swallow Hennessey along with Tylenol 3
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Grindin the teeth at the signs of the E
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I lost six days at a time in the week
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The crime in the street hold your parents for ransom
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while D-12 gang rape Marilyn Manson
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In twelve hours we blow a pound of the chronic
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Barf at my stomach linin, drown in my vomit
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These Drugs
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