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[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No what you may think
I'm gon' keep doing my

One of the things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And teach Mouseketeers to
I'll stick Britney Spears in a full of mirrors
So she fifty years of bad luck
and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a habit of holding in his hands
it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who visits the
With two biscuits to lay the school district
Get pissed with a whip a Marseburg
With a pistol and fed pit bull shit
glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I leave with no
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Crashin' Doc stir the
We all out of work like Atlas
Walking with cans in a basket
America's most with the after us
Fuck flossin' we take yours
Unload fifteen an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it arsonists?
Paper make pens filled arsenic
I got hoes that don't know Prada is
Doc can up, cut your barber miss
?
I turn out camps in to lakes
And fuck bitches face is what do
Cause that's what white boy do

So how's everybody doing
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this

So everybody feeling tonight?
you in the mood to get rude
And to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

No what people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob when the heat come
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe
the gat your town bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the target
Beef is cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane
We pound you, rap surround around you
ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
like Funk Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, all good
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic calling me up
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn Sedan
Pull mouth out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or
You gotta sip through a
Shop lift through the
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma maybe give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a dick and two
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to piss a priest off with
Pop more pills than police
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting smashed on the

So everybody feeling tonight?
you in the mood to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this

No what people say
I'm gon' keep this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' keep doing my

No what people say
I'm gon' keep doing my
No matter, OH!