|6| Eminem - Under The Influence | Текст песни

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• Under The Influence

[Eminem]

Translation
Son, you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

Two pills I pop 'til my pupils swell up like 2 pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
Little raps can't shoot thru his glass pants
I'm like a monkey at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with 5 little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I'll light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife with a blade, and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
It's just too late, cuz what you hung from the drapes is curtains

[Swifty McBay]
I'm an instigator, 380 slug penetrator
Degrading, creating murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known thru the equator
They knew I did it, for havin' blood on my gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
Wit a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi, I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say "forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny
It gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you ?brigade pasted?
You high and I make the president get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab, wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

1 - [Eminem]
Son, you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Cuz I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

[Bizarre]
I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire
Slash your tires, find Dom, Finkel and Mya
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in the bed, a barb wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)
Bitch, can't you read the flyer?
? 'bout a guest, would be Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?)
Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
(Damn!)

* DJ scratches*

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my Pit Bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a horse, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

[Caniver]
Ay-yo, flashback, 2 feets
Too deep up in that ass crack
We ain't laced with somethin', nigga pass that
And after that, we only hang out with hash rats
Had to stop the violence loudly, I blast gats
Be your momma publishin', get your ass capped
The Caniver, divide up your cash stack
Raid your mothafuckin' pockets, ass half
I don't need a platinum chain bitch, I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacked, a rich rapper get a Jag jack
And found chopped up in a trash bag

[Dirty Harry]
Stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell
Cuz they true as ? fags, sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than 9 hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a looney
I got a yuck mouth and it's polluted
I cock it

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