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Eminem

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3 Verses
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Eminem - Mommy

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Intro: Frogg


Whoah!

A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em

and like, back and forth because ah

this is.. what you thought it wasn't

It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen

I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*

And check out the man he goes by the name of er...


Verse One: Eminem


Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady

I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady

I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer

Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer

You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from

You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album

Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open

I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then

My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)

I have a disease and they don't know what to call it

Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash

Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass

Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin

You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson

The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton

I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman


Chorus:


So when you see me on your block with two glocks

Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac

I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin

tellin your boys that I'm on crack

I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

So put my tape back on the rack

Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack

I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

But see me on the street and duck

Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed

Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!


Verse Two: Eminem


I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone

I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone

I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason

I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin

Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview

I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review

I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals

This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols

But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles

Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)

Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion

Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic

Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict

Half animal, half man

Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can

With more holes than an Afghan


Chorus


Verse Three: Eminem


Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)

I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine

I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin

Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion

Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure

I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher

I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches

Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes

In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush

Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush

Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed

Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team

Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian

Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again

I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median

Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in


Chorus


Outro: Eminem


Hey, fuck that!

Outsidaz..

Pace One..

Young Zee..

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