Bad Meets Evil feat Lil' Wayne - Microphone | Текст песни

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• Bad Meets Evil feat Lil' Wayne
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Eminem]
Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman he's a dentist to Amy
Administer of the pain
Just finished huffin the paint
And muffled the fumes like it
was nothin because it ain't
Anything in his his way
His enemies he just slays
His venom he sprays
Reaches like beams of energy rays
Menecing stance
He glares making the hairs all on the back of your neck
stand
Like Dracula yep
Spectacular rep he's a tarantula
Gargantuan yeah Angela
So I command you to start dancin
Part Manson part Hannibal
Part mechanical shark throwin
Animal parts at Scarlett Johannson
Enter my gas chamber
Ya gangster? my ass
He's got his fangs to your neck
He's set to strangle your ass

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Too many Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch, I tell my bitch I'ma
Give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers
I get stacks, I blam hard
With the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap
I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope
Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back
So who's the illest, what you talkin' 'bout?
Die Hard like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-i

[Chorus One]
I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone
When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone
The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone

I put it down on that microphone
Turn up the muthafuckin' sound on that microphone

[Lil' Wayne]
Okay, hello, it's the Martian, Space Jam Jordans
I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden
Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target
If I had one guess, then I guess I'm just New Orleans
And I will never stop, like I'm runnin' from the cops
Hopped up in my car and told my chauffer “To the top”
Life is such a fucker roller coaster, then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side, you don't want to hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that's what they got to say or mention
I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer
I'm resting in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover
Shhh, my foot's sleepin' on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing as last
Uh, uh

[Chorus Two]
I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone
When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone
The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone

I put it down on that microphone
Turn up the muthafuckin' sound on that microphone