[Hook] Close ya eyes and try to guess my tint Close ya eyes and try to guess my tint Close ya eyes and try to guess my tint Now open 'em up, even the best sound wins
[Eminem] Shit, there ain't idiots bad as the phattest skinniest Sick with a little rapper to neva battle, little, piddle or paddle the prettiest Dumb fuck, lookin' for the hats or suck a numb Or jackin' jeans keep your hangin' nuts tucked And I'm about to take my look up it, up in a book Plus I'm almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin' a district shit See you're just barkin up tha wrong tree Cause I got diarrhea, myamia, I'mma be a fuckin Honkey So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha fuck I'm saying He just talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty I'd imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic i'd be able to do a lip-sync Because I rap in this muthafucker there's gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the fuck i'll hoist it around inside my home And the dj better stick up like a rocket Cuzz he could scratch up a pooltable with 27 pockets Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight But if our color matters, open up the pearly whites But I’m hardcore like I’m boxing a tomata Gettin' skipped like I was boxing a potata I wouldn't suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple I done made lots'a money so I'm good if i make like a nickle But I'm out cold like a snowstorm So I got nuts so fat, It'll keep my toes warm (Hit)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
