Look!(Chorus 1)Eminem-No matter what people sayI'm gon' keep rapping this wayNo matter what you may thinkI'm gon' keep doing my thingOne of the worst thingsIs fat, bald men decided to write songsAnd teach Mouseketeers to singI'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrorsSo she gets fifty years of bad luckClub and swear at Christina AguileraWhen I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara(Bitch!)You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapistWith a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pantsGot a habit of holding Tylenol in his handsTill it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands(So who is it?)The fool who visits the playgroundWith two biscuits to lay down the school districtGet pissed with a whip with a MarseburgWith a pistol grip and fed pit bull shitSniff glue sticks like I give two shitsIf I get too rich I just get suedRedman-Yo I leave with no engineAfter I blow four in yaOne handstand on top of your ninjaCrashin' Doc stir the madnessWe all out of work like Tony AtlasWalking with cans in a laundry basketAmerica's most with the army after usFuck flossin' we take what's yoursUnload fifteen like an ace and fourI'm out of work but Doc laid them off(Shit! The power's out)The tape is offYo who target it from arsonists?Paper make pens filled with arsenicI got hoes that don't know what Prada isDoc can shave up, cut your barber missI turn out camps in to crystal lakesAnd fuck bitches face is what I'mma doCause that's what white boy Tyno do(Chorus 2)Eminem-So how's everybody doing tonight?Hope you in the mood to get drunkTo screw and to fightCause uh we getting down for the fuck of itSo suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this(Chorus 3)Redman-So how's everybody feeling tonight?Hope you in the mood to get rudeAnd illin' to fightCause uh we getting down for the fuck of itSo suck my dick if you don't wanna bump(Chorus 1)Redman-Yo when my gat spit it hospital son admittedRip your lips off kiss my ass with itSlap bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..(Print it!)We ex and ass of tabs did itI'm what's happening with no rerunDoc rob Dinero when the heat comeMy barrel hangs out the CameroAimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe fromFlash the gat your town bow guardedYour wallet, your chain the main targetBeef is like cold engine, don't start itBust in the air and hit an airplane pilotWe pound you, rap surround sounds around youFrom ten speed and brown shoeDoc and Eminem, cock the M&MBlood flows with 2Paclypse and themIt's like Funk DoctorEminem-Mr. Punk RockerGot the drug stock inside the lunch boxPop junk like I just got jumpedPop the trunk and pull out the shotgun pumpKnock wood, it's all goodThank God for vodkaBut with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalkerProbably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the atticWith an automatic calling me up thereMy man Stan with a gat in his handStaking my house out in a damn tinted SedanPull your mouth out till you can't finish a damnHam sandwich or your canned spinach or SpamYou gotta sip through a strawShop lift through the mallPictures of me on my mom's living room wallHey ma maybe I'll give you a callSIKE! YOU FUCKING BITCH!Suck a dick and two ballsI'm giving you all my shocking scriptWhich is to piss a priest off with thisPop more pills than police officersArrive at the scene to pull me off of KimTeeth off my dick, hands off my ballsBut y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and allCause I'm so goddamn off the wallI might as well be a painting smashed on the floor(Chorus 3)(Chorus 2)(Chorus 1)Eminem-No matter what people sayI'm gon' keep doing my thingNo matter, OH!
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(Chorus 1)
Eminem-
No matter what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gon' keep doing my thing
One of the worst things
Is fat, bald men decided to write songs
And teach Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
Club and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who visits the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pissed with a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich I just get sued
Redman-
Yo I leave with no engine
After I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of your ninja
Crashin' Doc stir the madness
We all out of work like Tony Atlas
Walking with cans in a laundry basket
America's most with the army after us
Fuck flossin' we take what's yours
Unload fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid them off
(Shit! The power's out)
The tape is off
Yo who target it from arsonists?
Paper make pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your barber miss
I turn out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches face is what I'mma do
Cause that's what white boy Tyno do
(Chorus 2)
Eminem-
So how's everybody doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this
(Chorus 3)
Redman-
So how's everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get rude
And illin' to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump
(Chorus 1)
Redman-
Yo when my gat spit it hospital son admitted
Rip your lips off kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
We ex and ass of tabs did it
I'm what's happening with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the heat come
My barrel hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your town bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane pilot
We pound you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M
Blood flows with 2Paclypse and them
It's like Funk Doctor
Eminem-
Mr. Punk Rocker
Got the drug stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got jumped
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all good
Thank God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic calling me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip through a straw
Shop lift through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall
Hey ma maybe I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU FUCKING BITCH!
Suck a dick and two balls
I'm giving you all my shocking script
Which is to piss a priest off with this
Pop more pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all
Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting smashed on the floor
(Chorus 3)
(Chorus 2)
(Chorus 1)
Eminem-
No matter what people say
I'm gon' keep doing my thing
No matter, OH!
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