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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoUnder the Influence
[Chorus]Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-leChem-ne-le-eh-ne-nuf-nu-nef, ne-nish, le-le.. translationSo you can suck my dick if you don't like,my shitCause I was high when I wrote this so suck,my dick[Verse 1: Eminem]Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up liketwo penniesI'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twentiesA young ass man with a trash can, strapped to the backOf his ass so the rats can't chew through hislast pantsI'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin'Frightened with five little white Vicodinpills bitin' himI'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lostStingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the hallsI light a candle and place it up on the mantleGrab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fucking handleSo when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurting(Bitch it's too late)Cause once you're hung from the drapes,it's curtains[Swifty]I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetratorDegrading, creating murders to kill hatersAccused for every crime known through the equatorThey knew I did it for having blood on my 'gatorsMy weed'll hit your chest like adouble barrel gauge andI'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your faceWith a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purposeYou never hear me say forgive meI'm snatchin every penny, it gotta be that way nigga, face itThat weed I sold to you, Brigade laced itYou hidin, I make the president get a faceliftNiggas just afraid, handin' me they braceletsChilling in the lab wastedI'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the micYour life is ruined, you get socked right on siteAnd even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight[Chorus: Eminem]So you can suck my dick if you don't like,my shitCause I was high when I wrote this so suck,my dickCause I don't give a fuck if you don't like,my shitCause I was high when I wrote this so suck,my dick[Bizarre]I'm a compulsive liar, setting my preacher on fireSlashing your tires, flying down Fenkell and MeyersPlates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm firedJacking my dick off in a bed of barbed wire(Hey, is Bizarre performing)Bitch didn't you read the flyerSpecial invited guest will be, Richard Pryor(Aren't you a male dancer)Nah bitch, I'm retiredFucking your bitch in the ass with a tire ironI'm ripped, I'm on an acid tripMy Dj's in a coma for letting the record skipI'm fucking anything when I'm snortingIt's gonna cost 300 dollarsto get my pitbull an abortionSome bitch asked for my autographI called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughedI drop bombs like I was in VietnamAll bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom[Proof]Ayo, flashback, two feets, too deep up in that ass crackWeed laced with something, nigga pass thatIn Amsterdam we only hang out with hash ratsAt a Stop the Violence rally, I blast gatsBmi on publishing, get your Ascap-pedThe Kuniva, divide up your cash stackRun your motherfuckin' pockets, AsapI don't need a platinum chain bitch,I snatch Shaq'sBorn loser, half thief and half blackBring your boys and your guns and get laughed atBitch smacker rich rappers get they Jag jackedAnd found chopped up in a trash bag[Kuniva]We strangling rappers until the point they can't yellCause they crew is full of fags and sweeter thanbake salesReckless, come from behind and snatch your necklaceGruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlumsI grapple your adam's apple until it crackleRun right past you, turn around, grab you and stab youGet executed, cause I'm a Luni, I got a YukmouthAnd it's polluted, I cock it back then shoot itI love snatching up players thugs and young ballersShoot up the household, even the young toddlersBrigade barricade to bring the noiseWhile the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toysIf I go solo, I'm doin a song with BoloA big Chinese nigga, screamin Kuniva, yo, yo...I leave ya face leaking, run up in churchAnd smack the preacher while he's preaching,take a swing at the deacon[Kon Artis]I used to tell cats I sold weed and weightI was straight 'til I got caught selling em shapeI'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rentI got kicked out of summer camp for having sex in my tentWith the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of orderI've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in waterIn cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle VonWho got fired from Ups for tryin to send you a bomb(Special delivery)I signed to a local label for funSay I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and runDrive-by you in the rain while you carry your sonCall your house and hang up on you for not giving me noneBorn straight up out a pussy but a son of a gunGot a reputation for havin niggas running they fundsUsed to be the type of nigga that was folding some ones'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rolling in dough[Chorus][Final]Ha ha.. suck my mothafuckin' dickD-12.. Dirty-mothafuckin'-DozenNasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbandsBizarre Kid, Swifty Mcvay, the Kon ArtisThe Kuniva, Dirty Harry and Slim Shady
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