Eminem - Bet Awards 2011 | Текст песни

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• Bet Awards 2011

Wait, can I rap?

Lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal
Subliminal in your swimming pool

You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it? You gon' need a priest, at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, do you see these horns
And as for me you ask when I'm gone, will he be mourned
..is puke luke warm
Should Casey Anthony do porn?
Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox
With a shoehorn and smother it in chloroform so she can go get her groove on
Can she duct tape and velcro a fetus
Joell, Yela, tell Joe I need his
Empty box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're gettin elbows to the penis
Yeah big deal
I took some little kids big wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windsheild?!
Is it dust we bout to kick up?
Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
Between in stick shift in his friggin' pickup
And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will 'til he gets hiccups
Flippin' the script up like Mike Vick
Gettin' his junk bit by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician, cause I'll fuck a trick up
Fix your lips up to say somethin' fly, or zip up
A B, lets C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Till you fuck around and get dropped like an E
When you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K in front of that though, when I MC
I'm not the king of the microphone booth, it's more like a phone booth
Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys
And eat rat poison, take meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental hospital
And me not flossin' a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas doin' gospel or R&B, you crazy
Me pushin' up daises, that thought is impossible
As if flashin' across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties, and a aqua blue Mazda
Swallowin' a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin', I’mma rap till I’m fossil fuel


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