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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at yo
Is fat, bald men decided to write
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets years of bad luck
Club and swear at Aguilera
I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist a therapist
a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his
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 down the district
Get pissed with a whip a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
Sniff sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich I just get

Yo I with no engine
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Crashin' Doc the madness
We all out of like Tony Atlas
Walking with cans in a laundry
America's most with the army us
flossin' we take what's yours
Unload fifteen an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
make pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes that know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your barber
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck face is what I'mma do
Cause that's what boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if don't wanna bump to this

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

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

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son
Rip lips off kiss my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm what's happening with no
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, start it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We pound you, rap surround around you
From ten speed and brown
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood with 2Paclypse and them
like Funk Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and pull out the pump
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic upstairs in the attic
With an automatic me up there
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn tinted
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham or your canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma maybe give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm giving you all my script
Which is to piss a priest off this
Pop more pills than officers
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I as well be a painting smashed on the floor

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

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

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

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