Artist: DJ Jazzy Jeff f/ Eminem and Parl Yams(scratched) (3X):"No...you hear me! You go to hell" -> Mr. Garrison[Eminem]At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earthThe first time I went to stick it up the shit hurtMoms wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates meOne day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!"I'm proud to announce i was probably the first kidWho was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouthArguing with me and mom was on-goingShe called law enforcement when I broke the law mowerThe slut gave me a truck when I turned sixteenI went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!"Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh PrinceAnd him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess thenI decided to cut class to rap full timeAnd get the fuck outta the fake school and rhymeAnybody who thinks this fuckin attitude is a gimmickCome and see me, see if I don't live up to this imageBreak shit!(scratched) (4X):"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"[Parl Yams]Yo, y'all rappers have never learnedThat's why I'm fuckin wit y'allRun around telling niggas they can fuck wit ParlI bring it to your high school, smoke the promPut your brother in an air lock, choke your momCause any horror like a play off loss in game sevenWalk around ripping on niggas madder than James EvansMy left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultraSlap my dick like Kool KeithFuck like you stole from me, and rules the streetsI don't wanna have to fuck you up, so cool ceaseParl Yams be the chosen thugWhat i spit be cold juice like a fruitful hugRun the streets while you're stuck at homeMy temper life bushwick bill fucker leave me the fuck aloneI've been jealous since niggas was windmillin'These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'And moms just told me to act, i've been wheelin'So boy just slow your deck, i've been stealin'I wet rappers cause it's me andI guess I just ain't give a fuck like EminemBurglarize take busts with the slugsCome in your window like (? ? ?) and bustin' your clubPut the heat up I teach them niggaz what to suckAnd my young lords, when to stand up and light the Dutch(scratched) (4X):"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"[Eminem]I ended my last show with a horse swingin' a lassoDrunk with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobeCause I don't give a fuck, you better understand thatTwo Zantacs I give a fuck if I sound whackBillboard, drugs is what I kill forI'm Happy Gilmore, you slip me anything in pill formI'm in to mingle but I plan to stay singlePlay bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkleSike, I'm 24 Thursday; six more birthdaysand I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirtyAs long as my heart beats I'ma keep tryin to seeHow much speed I can eat before I fall the fuck asleepSo "I'm the Rapper, He's the DJ"I'm the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin "F/U/C/K"So Jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "No!")Y'all can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my pants(scratched) (5X):"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"
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Artist: DJ Jazzy Jeff f/ Eminem and Parl Yams
(scratched) (3X):
"No...you hear me! You go to hell" -> Mr. Garrison
[Eminem]
At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt
Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates me
One day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!"
I'm proud to announce i was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I broke the law mower
The slut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen
I went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!"
Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince
And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then
I decided to cut class to rap full time
And get the fuck outta the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this fuckin attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image
Break shit!
(scratched) (4X):
"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"
[Parl Yams]
Yo, y'all rappers have never learned
That's why I'm fuckin wit y'all
Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit Parl
I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom
Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven
Walk around ripping on niggas madder than James Evans
My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like Kool Keith
Fuck like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I don't wanna have to fuck you up, so cool cease
Parl Yams be the chosen thug
What i spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while you're stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill fucker leave me the fuck alone
I've been jealous since niggas was windmillin'
These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just told me to act, i've been wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, i've been stealin'
I wet rappers cause it's me and
I guess I just ain't give a fuck like Eminem
Burglarize take busts with the slugs
Come in your window like (? ? ?) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach them niggaz what to suck
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the Dutch
(scratched) (4X):
"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"
[Eminem]
I ended my last show with a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don't give a fuck, you better understand that
Two Zantacs I give a fuck if I sound whack
Billboard, drugs is what I kill for
I'm Happy Gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 Thursday; six more birthdays
and I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirty
As long as my heart beats I'ma keep tryin to see
How much speed I can eat before I fall the fuck asleep
So "I'm the Rapper, He's the DJ"
I'm the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin "F/U/C/K"
So Jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "No!")
Y'all can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my pants
(scratched) (5X):
"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"
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