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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCrack a Bottle
[Introduction - Eminem]OOh!Ladies and gentlemen!The moment you've all been waiting for!In this corner, weighing 175 poundsThe record of 17 rapes400 assaults & 4 murdersThe undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world!Slim Shady![Chorus - Eminem]So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lottoUh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got glovesNow where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of usLadies love us and my boss's kicking up dustIt's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk[Verse 1 - Eminem]Back with Andre The Giant, Mr. Elephant TuskPicture us, you'll just be another one bit the dustJust one up my mother's son who got thrown under the busKiss my butt, lick my under cheese from under my nutsIt disgusts me to see the game the way that it looksIt's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushedBitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cutMissed the cut, the lady give a (?) some paper cutNow picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the thought'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse and worse cause your softIf I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every timeEvery verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymesIt's elementary. The elephants have entered the roomI venture to say with the same repetition is trueNot to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signalOf the bat symbol. The platinum dude is back on you hoes[Eminem]Ladies and gentlemen... Dr. Dre![Verse 2 - Dr. Dre]They see that low rider go by there, like Â"Oh my! Â"You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know whyI dip through in that six trey like sick ‘em DreI'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of meBut hey, what else can I say? I love LACuz over and above all, it's just another dayAnd this one begins where the last one endsPick up where we left off and get smashed againI'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my BenzDriving around with a smashed front endLet's cash that one inGrab another one from out the stableThe Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El DeradoThe hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?Decisions, decisions. Garage looks like precision collisionOr Maico beats quake like WacoJust keep the bass low speakers away from your face though[Chorus - Eminem]So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lottoUh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got glovesNow where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of usLadies love us and my posse's kicking up dustIt's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk[Verse 1 - Eminem]Back with Andre The Giant, Mr. Elephant TuskPicture us, you'll just be another one bit the dustJust one up my mother's son who got thrown under the busKiss my butt, lick my under cheese from under my nutsIt disgusts me to see the game the way that it looksIt's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushedBitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cutMissed the cut, the lady give a (?) some paper cutNow picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the thought'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse and worse cause your softIf I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every timeEvery verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymesIt's elementary. The elephants have entered the roomI venture to say with the same repetition is trueNot to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signalOf the bat symbol. The platinum dude is back on you hoes[Chorus - Eminem]So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lottoUh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got glovesNow where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of usLadies love us and my posse's kicking up dustIt's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk[Verse 3 - 50Cent]It's sorta like pourin' Draino down a live volcanoYou never know what'll happen next, it may blowSame thing happens to the beats when Dre blowsI talk shit, but my dick's long as my payrollI get ass like a ball player, but I'm a boss playerPimping hoes from here to AustraliaTill I get heart failureLook at ya half of ya'll, all scaredOther half, hands up in the air, like Â"Aww yeah. Â"This is our year, this is what you call sheertalent, but I think at this point it's just obviousFears, they say my music's good for all queersCuz I make your ear ring bitch. Ears and all queersCall us the mafia, we got the fucking mob hereGimme the hate and I'll feed off of ya's all yearShit, I'm just doing my job here, you don't want problem, do ya?Fuck it, I'll even crack a bottle for ya[Chorus - Eminem]So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lottoUh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got glovesNow where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of usLadies love us and my posse's kicking up dustIt's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from duskEAMIN
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