Eminem & Yelawolf - Hard | Текст песни

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(Eminem)
On this dream
No diggity
I'm about to go pull some hoes

(Yelawolf)
Roll down the window in the Chevy
And I listen to the critics, but they really wasn't sayin shit
Buddy I'm a gudda muthafucka from an Alabama creek
You don't know who you playin with.
They talk so much that I pick one of these pebbles
Under me get laryngitis.
The wade is so contagious, so who gave it?
Apparently I did.
Put fish in the back of my boat
I'm a fisherman, I'ma reel'em in mackaral
Imma give 'em ten minutes then put 'em back in the water there just to see them all float
Kinda like mixtapes on the back of my trunk
Buddy, yeah, I got 'em all sold.
In Alabama was an Arm and Hammer
Swimmin' in propoganda I got 'em all \"Whoa\"
Promenade country boy get out my way
Gallon of sweet tea and a packet of lemonade
Smackin' a faggot I crack a bat on the pen and page
No homo, anyway
Any stage, rip it anyway,
The independent way, look,
Have you seen his J's
Footwork, send them in a rage
Feelin' like a millionaire on minimum wage
Don't need a Mercedes to take yo girl
My Chevy is sick, Earl.
I let her play with my mullet, while she sip syrup
Hold up
Alabama funk
Make you lose your teeth like a Mountain Dew soda
Some Saltines wanna live in the box
But guess what? I'm the cracka who showed up!

(Eminem)
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me
To come up with shit to say ayyyyy
I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll already said it all
I think I'm runnin out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block. Psyche

Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me
To come up with shit to say ayyyyy
I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll are raisin' all
I think I'm runnin out of cliches
I'm gettin' righted by sight

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