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Vers:
Eminem: Verse 1]
Nawww.....we ain't done
I love being hated, it's great it, let's me know
that I made it
I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade
it for the world
Only lets me know that im loved by so many other
mother fuckers
That hate you in this buzz, you keep fuckin wit
us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pulling the rug from up under you, and
what's even more fucked up
Is we enjoy doing what were doing so much
There aint nothing that we love more than pulling
your skirts up
And exposin you hoes so much people are starting
to wonder
Whats up with the fuckin Wonder Woman underalls
Do onto others as you will have done onto you
So who the fuck you mothafuckas gonna run to
When someone runs up wit a mask and puts a gun to
you
You will ask yourself how come your mans didn't
empty the last round that he had
In Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
You keep asking us to keep it on wax, but we cant
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless you can sense the
tension
Start building soon as we enter the 106 and Park
building
Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to god if
someone so much as even
Touches one of my people I'll put a million on
his head
And you ain't got the funds to match or
counteract it
But I rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it aint because I'm a bitch it's cuz I aint a
bitch
I don't endanger people that I'm with, I'm a
general
I aint Bush I don't send my soldiers to war if I
aint there
In the middle of this shit with em, so when I do
get em
Orders to storm your head quarters, you be fuckin
with a...
[Swifty: Verse 2]
...A beat keeper, so you ain't eager to greet
this lyrical meat cleaver
That'll eat ya, Niggas wanna keep speaking, Like
it ain't even that deep.
I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz streets, so ya
wouldn't fuck with me neither
Only heaven can help ya, I be searching for ya
longer than The Legend of Zelda (Ha!)
Without a failure, it's gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a Basset Hound couldn't even smell
ya.
Body wanna hide ya, I'll be on that mob shit,
You another hopper under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon with (*explosion*)
On tactic, I'll snatch your head like one
Saddam's men
[Obie Trice: Verse 3]
Mathafucka I'll handle you, we can have it out on
any avenue
An Average Man, flipped into an animal
Shoot out ya mandibles, cannons and ammunition
reload
With precision nigga know the mechanicals
Break the Pistol down you should see them handles
The streets taught the child no read up manuals
Pushing crack valves, young Nino Brown
Chasing Green is the dream when you're young and
brown.
Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm
involved in now
A Dozen Dirty niggaz and they all get down.
I'll solve any problem that enlarge when I was
(??)
[Kuniva: Verse 4]
While you punching' and tackling' punks
I'm handling' chumps, packing' the pump
That's longer than the elephant's trunk.
On the streets I'm the beast I'll feast
Upon the weak, so speak beef
I'll shoot you and scream Increase the peace!
(*explosion*)
The monster, pistol packing', pushing' niggaz off
they Hondas
Stomp ya, get it cracking' yanking' bitches for
they Ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mamma beat me
enough
When she was sleeping and stuff
I was stealing the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up! Before you end up dead in the
dump truck
Or in the streets taking a nap bleeding and
locked up
You want what? Like M Bleak with this Heat
If your ten deep, then fuck it'll be ten asleep
(*gunshots*)
[Proof: Verse 5]
Don't mess with my alasnke, don't tussle with my
aspe
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man
bleed
We ferocious, toast don't host us
Approach us, through heat straight from the
shoulders
We the soldiers ya the youngster's
Youngsta's among, arn't ya dead in the dumpsta
Say to the monsta head full of drama
You scared of the truama vomit to monsta
(Woof!) I'm back nigga, (Poof!) I reappear
Shoot like (*boom*) you ain't seeing clear
Blackness, carcass, cover with catfish
We merkers with no purpose other than practice
[Bizarre: Verse 6]
There are three things I hate: liars, fakes, and
cheaters;
Alcoholics, and sluts, and fuckin wife beaters
I guess that describes my life,
I don't even know whose song this is? (*Obie
Trice*)
Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip-hop
At my release party in a pink tank top and
Reebok's
This Ja Rule beef im not getting in, i need an
R&B singer to sing at my wedding (Say Yeah!)
I'll turn your face into a fuckin' meat patty
I'll fuck yo mommy and go fishing with yo granny
I'll shit on you; I'll pee on R. Kelly too,
This is Bizarre see you Devils Night 2.
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