Shady Records I’m Marshall I’m in your house at the evening Yo, turn that click off
[EMINEM]
Yo! Turn that click off My music is theraputic But its also provin That it can put you in the mood to jump out your car while it's movin You been waitin' on this moment My sermon is like a omen I'm servin' I'm Erick Sermon I saw the window was open And I jumped through it My shit if you don't get pumped to it I quit, here's my rhyme book Go ahead and thumb through it And pick what you want from it Rummage,and find something you can use to jump someone And roll up bumpin I'm constantly copin' over you Squattin', shit has gotten to the point Where I ain't even writin' no more, I'm just jottin' This is chicken scratch, shit is sickenin' I've been kickin' ass off bullshit Throwaway rhymes, pick a batch I live for the love of rap, you crazy Ive made beats for Jay-Z for free Page me, you need a beat, you Cannabis Then it's Dre's fee, you Kay Slay the fees waved I stay beefin' with JD, till the day Dre 2-ways me That it's okay to stop blazin' him Oops! I put it out, I apologize now It's too late G, it's on tape And the tape leaped, "Say What You Say" mothafucka Drama King, Kay Slay, mothafucka, We dictate these mixtapes mothafucka Xzibit blaze little gay midget cocksucka
[Xzibit]
Ladies and Gentlemen! This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate Tattoo a.k.a The Leprechaun a.k.a. Mr. Jermaine Dupri Come on ladies and gentlemen, sing a long {Randy Newman - Short People Sample) (Short people got) What! (no reason) Yeah! (Short people got) What! (no reason) Come On! (Short people got no reason to live) Haha fuckin' faggot... [Xzibit] If ya So So Def than bitch get a hearing aid Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight Every time you professional making hits Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit? Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today? Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre Never liked ya fuckin' ass any goddamn way And I could care less if we label mates Your style been dead Columbians should drop the weight I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back Fuck you, fuck ya niggas that's writing ya raps What up lo get ya L.A. pass revoked Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked But ya might get robbed and choked Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain Fuck Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth You ain't the mayor, you don't run shit in the South Scarface run the South motherfucker you will be on The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell You the best in the business, I can't tell Too late to apologize kiss my ass We about to cut your whole sound scan in half Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self Stop fucking with the West nigga respect yo'self It's a short ride to the top and a long way down Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat Loss caliber heat let's take it to the street muh'fucker Ha ha...ha ha....ha ha.....ha ha ha ha ha ha....haaaa ha ha ha ha ha Oh my god...yeah, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
