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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

D12 - Fame Lyrics Ft. Eminem

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D12 - Fame Ft. Eminem

[Eminem - Intro]
Ayo, I know it’s been a minute
But were back!!!
It’s the return of the Dozen Muthaf-ckers
Lets goooo
[Hook - Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh
I getting lost in this game, game, game
I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh
Keep speakin’ my name, name, name
And you’ll have reason to hate me
Yeaaaah
Its like you dont want me to win
So this time i’m going in
[Verse 1]
This the life of a rah
Jager-meister and vodka
Hopping off at the club’s balcony into the crowd surfing
And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans
During my interviews, hocky masks, left the journalists on her ass
I’m high off Speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swollow E
In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police
I feel asleep on the sound board, aint did a song for weeks
And it’s ? all up in my head, giving thanks for grateful dead
Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ em out naked, and its December
N-ggas ask me why I did it, but f-ck it I can’t remember
[Hook - Eminem]
[Verse 2]
Them boys are wildin’
Drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan
Little cocker spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo
Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up
With a couple of sluts feeling nauseous, drinking
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from f-cking, when I bust there’s nothing left
Just Dozen, back on the stage
Give me my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks!
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I aint say shit about my balls
Last call, then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me
[Hook]
[Eminem]
Yeah this game has got me going crazy
F-ck it I am crazy
Whats new, what kind of f-cking glue you think I’d be if I was glue
We lost Proof, he was our groups glue but where was you when we were fallin’ apart?
You were shittin on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefing cause thats what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew
Cause its just crew, but were back now
Yeah we took our time but we punched through
Only thing were in a hurry for now is to rush you
And we back to say shit you dont got the guts or the nuts too
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, f-ck you
Atchooo, bless you
I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too
Yeah you think you’re the shit till we flush you
Have some bullshit to readjust to
Now theres just a few of us left but it’d be unjust to rob us our just dues
So Rest In Peace to Bugz and Proof, this ones for you homies we love you
But we can’t stop now we’d have too much of our blood drew from this fame
[Hook]

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Eminem - Wee Wee Lyrics

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Eminem - Wee Wee

put it on my wee wee
banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
(x4)

got a dick as big as a banana
i try to control it, but i can't
it's too tough, it's like an (?) banana
you better watch out, hannah montana
man, what's the matter, have you no manners?
no, you know the girl from juno's address?
yeah, i'ma probably go to jail for that
now i got the cops on my tail for that
run up on your car with a stale banana
in your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that
coulda been a molotov for that
wait a minute, man, what the hell was that?
i heard a noise, where you goin'?
what are you, bananas?
you can't go back there, stupid ass
i just seen a woman in a freddy kruger mask
who the fuck are you, superman?
all you have is a little stupid can of whipped cream
what the hell you gonna do with that?
i'ma put it on my wee wee
ooh, good answer
super bonanza extravaganza
man, go ahead, what you waitin' for?
you better get them clothes off, baby boy
come on, let's go, we're gonna make a porn
ready, set, go. hit play, record

put it on my wee wee
banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
(x4)

are you ready? you better hold the camera steady
she's probably back there with a damn machete
she's probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti
she's probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
have a little quick look? go on, (?)
she's probably six foot tall like big foot
the hell with that, we probably should run
don't dare look back
we probably, probably, probably
there probably was a problem at the post office or something
but you probably didn't know that, did ya?
now what ya gonna do when she gets ya?
i ain't goin' with ya, forget ya
quit tryna hold my hand, mista'
pretend she's your little sista', little sista'
(?)
might as well take the whipped cream with ya
and when you see her, make sure you get a picture
we could try to make another blair witch-a movie
a beastiality porno with smoothies

put it on my wee wee
banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
(x4)

it's eerie, but here comes zack and mary(?)
beauty and the beast, his back is hairy
but she don't care, they're attractive, very
very sexually active, very
no, zack, don't go back in there
it's too late now, she's grabbin' hair
he screams, "bloody mary!", grabs a mirror
but stop just ain't in her vocabular
"get off me, please. get off me, stop."
(?) at a coffee shop
they go non-stop
she says, "go"
he says, "no"
she says, "oh"
back and forth, they scream and shout
yeah, boy, let them demons out
it's the kind of nightmare you dream about
uh-oh, now the whipped cream is out
i get sick thoughts, sick, sick, thoughts
things you could do with your lipstick gloss(?)
put it on my dick 'til the tip looks orange
bitch, keep going! bitch, keep going!

put it on my wee wee
banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
(x4)

banana, banana, banana, banana, banana

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Eminem - 2.0 Boys Lyrics Ft. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf

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Eminem - 2.0 Boys Ft. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf

Oh
Told you

(Royce da 5'9')

Ryan’s a homicidal misfit
I write the solution to biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin’, but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite your shit
Pause, inhalin’ hella kush
Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felons, crooks, goin’ door-to-door like we sellin’ books
Dolly Parton style, melons mushed
Now my bitch a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish
Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous
Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’?

(Eminem)

Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit, there’s lightning!
Bitch, it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m hustlin’ up a storm if you wonderin’
Shit (Shit), you couldn’t muster up enough thought
To take a dump during a brain fart, jump if you want
Urine in your face, all you had to do was say
That you wish you would’ve just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad’s gotta be
‘Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze
Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all’s we know
Is y’all lowered like bar like limbo, you know who you are
So quit fuckin’ the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit, screw the pooch? Y’all done raped a pit bull
Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile’s directed directly at you
And this for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin’, fuck a ballsack, if the taints cain’t
Take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman
You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain’t, I’m the bad guy
Type of guy that’ll drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye

(Eminem)

Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over

(Joell Ortiz)

Puffin’ loosies, watchin’ I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I’m Shady!)
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
‘Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi (Hi-ya!)
All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys
Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!
Even if I wanted to quit, I ain’t got no choice
Verses keep comin’, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you pussies, don’t ask what we came for
I write ’til my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war
You hear that (YAOWA), you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality wit’ a Jaws bite all night
Comin’ up, never saw light, but never lost sight

(Joe Budden)

Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers
You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to Nayhood, big in the ‘jects, G
Cheated death multiple times without riggin’ the deck
So I’m well-prepped if you just want war
There’ll be blood everywhere, you be layin’ on the Louboutin floor
It’s raw, you keepin’ actin’ like you don’t know Mouse, nigga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, nigga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
‘Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, ’cause the truth told
They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate
I’m Martin King starin’ at a picture of Obama’s face
Talkin’ funds, niggas ain’t never seen stock
I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock

Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over

(Crooked I)

Takeoff
You invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I’m kind of a (Dahmer!), I’m grindin’ up rappers
I’m linin’ up jackers, I’m climbin’ up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles
(The gold hand) Tell me when and I’m there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it’s comin’ from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo’ yard
Bogart for arts, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart

(Yelawolf)

I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Gettin’ head like clean clippers, wit’ haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16s like I drink liqour
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker
Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown
Poppin’ the trunk, my pumper stay cockin’ the round
I shit logs and I piss river brown
‘Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so fuckin’ ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playin’
Skinny-ass pants saggin’, it’s only yourself you playin’
Call me a clown, but you love where the clown’s hangin’
And the freakshow’s at the county carnival, then you payin’
Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yellin’ “Go Shady!” Drivin’ slower than an old lady
In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I’m gettin’ paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy ’cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy ’cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce
You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy
Game over

(Eminem)

(Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again)

Game over

Monday, February 14, 2011

Eminem - Oh No Lyrics

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Eminem - Oh No

Intro:
Uh no, what is happening to my brain, I can't believe this is happening again.

Verse 1:
Lava out my lips I flips, wait I think I have a cramp
I'm trying to shove the lava lamp up my father's ass
I think I'm out of gas man, I need another mask
I'd ask my mother but I think she's laughing at the plant
A half a gram of Graham Crackers and some bandy camps
I think I'll eat some ambience like the candy yams
Cut a couple cadavers up and have a snack
Abracadabra mother fucker, look who's fucking back
Just like a pendulum, Satan's pentagram swings
I accidently dented it and bent the damn thing
Shit I think I might of did it when I was dancing
While I was chopping one of my legs of when I pulled a hamstring
First I re-up then I relapse, go to rehab
Then I Detox after I see doc then I'll be back
With the sequel, repeat the cycle
'Cause I react like the Seahawk when I see Nyquil.

Hook:
Uh no
Here we go again
I don't know
When its going to end
Uh whoa
Where did it begin
So long ago
May be way back when
Uh no.

Verse 2:
And to the well baby Jessica fell
She may have wetted herself
Quit playing get her some help
Mary Kayler Turner was sending me letters from jail
Everyday in journal saying how she wanted to smother me in lettuce and milk

I'm the medicine man, my medical marijuana
Was prescribed by a doctor, shove the entire fighter up her
Perez Hilton's ass, shit I almost forgot that
He's always shoving something up his ass, so why not that
And fuck it, while I'm venting let's shove a vending machine
Up his rear end when he's bending over pretending that he
Didn't say anything that would be offending to me
Stick his head in a blender, begin blending and gee
Where should I put the pink sissy with the fluffy hair
Put him under the stairs, people are already under there
Hmm, I wonder where, wait I think the cupboard's bare
Stuff him up in the Tupperware and shove him up in there.

Hook:
Uh no
Here we go again
I don't know
When its going to end
Uh whoa
Where did it begin
So long ago
May be way back then
Uh no.

Verse 3:
Vicodin's like a nitrogen hydrogen vitamin
I bite into five and then I get high as a kite again
I like it when I get in my zone on the mic again
Who am I kidding', I couldn't quit this shit if my life depends
I relapsed twice after I came outta Brighton then
Yeah rehab's nice, I have my name up in light again
You see that's why, I can't decipher what life I'm in
I might pull a knife on your wife and slice her then dice her then
It sounds so enticing' isn't it nice when I'm hype again
On nights when I'm like this, no time to write this just type it in
If I could get my pen to slow down, what did I write just then
Man I'm about to hyperventilate, I just have hyper tension
I have the type of mental state you couldn't comprehend
When usually stupid of you for you to think I'm your friend
I usually do what I do and suffer no consequence
I offer no mercy, the controversy is once again

Uh no
Here we go again
I don't know
When its going to end
Uh whoa
Where did it begin
So long ago
May be way back then
Uh no.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Eminem - Give Me The Ball Lyrics

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Eminem - Give Me The Ball

My name is … some kind like …
I’m … when you can’t sleep and you’re still up,
I get the ball and I’m like ..you can’t get a ..
You probably got strip …no reason to trip
I grab like … I smile like John .. come on I’m hard ..
… no loss to ..
…ain’t doing it ain’t pursuing no lawsuits
I ain’t suing, I know what I’m doing
Give you the ball and your life is ruined
I’m like Rasheed I remind me the spirit of Proof
I’m happy go lucky
Balling and grooving
I’m on the move
I’m smooth with it
Give me the ball, you don’t know what to do with it
Shoot it in the basket your other team needs a casket
Lebron saying, don’t respond
There’s no back and forth
This game is little man
I play aloud and walk away just to shush the crowd
You trying to touch? Sit down

…homie that get ugly this is…
Man I don’t think you ready
I get the crowd rolled up
Like a U-Haul truck just call me …
Ain’t too … I live you to ..
Man I love this game who the hell you called up,
You need points on the paint, I’m …
All my … on the bank and I’m …
Yeah baby it’s true, I’m talking to you
You already know what to do
Just pass to me, it just so happens to be
That I …so …you ain’t convinced
Give it to …Prince we haven’t stayed calm since
Need the ball ….

…homie that get ugly this is…
Man I don’t think you ready
I said we get everybody the ball …
I said ahh give me the ball ..
You ain’t missing it
….basketball Homie, hey yo …

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Eminem - Topless Lyrics (feat. Nas)

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Eminem - Topless (feat. Nas)

My motto is live by the bottle so why is my supply low
Bringing the truck mode with the high load
Stay grounded but I still reach for the sky, though
Ghetto idol I think but what do I know
Shit I know a lot more than I should
The hoot stood by me just like I thought it would
Don’t act like I’m Hollywood when I probably could
I don’t pally, Muhamad Ali of rap
I don’t rally gag, west coast to home with a body bag the shot even mag
Lost Angeles where the party at?
You can catch me anywhere where there’s the party at
Yeah, Andre is back so have a cardiac
Started back with the black, raider started cap
Gangster rap, we practically fucking started that
Every day with this game I’m getting smarter at
Sky’s the limit so every time I get on the track

Guns blaze when I shine, make a wish quick
Let’s start on the shooting kind
Front page all the time, you boys feel sick but I ain’t got no roof of mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her tities out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I’m paid to run the city now

Your skin is travelling bad have you ever existence
Yours is shabby and scab while mine is blistening
Vivid on my skin how many continents I visit in
You could journey with me to different places by listening
Shitting on them, your brother got it covered with the slug and knuckle it
However you wanted I love it
Our hustle’s with, the greed, the grime, my genetic code make up murderer by the zone
Am I calendar time when night meets day
I’m in the light drape … like a high speed chase
Adrenaline like jog and then jump and rope in place
Muhamad Ali hobby’s no Pillate trying to keep the ocean by me
Hit a rich man’s wife see what these hose …buy me looking for but it’s nice to see the road behind me
Hotel with seven stars but gets flowing, keep your lid get dog to private jet bow and topless

Guns blaze when I shine, make a wish quick
Let’s start on the shooting kind
Front page all the time, you boys feel sick but I ain’t got no roof of mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her tities out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I’m paid to run the city now.