Eminem feat Royce Da 59 - The reunion | Текст песни

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• Eminem feat Royce Da 59
• The reunion

Intro [Eminem]

A’yo
This next song, is a true story
(Come here, bitch!)

Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense
But somehow
(Royce) always seem to fuckin' work

Verse One [Eminem]

Driving down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband, slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually ask me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her
Get in the fucking back, put on your slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading age rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
In that...till I snap back in that accent
Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her CUNT
I SAID THAT CUNT

Hook [Eminem]

She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, she said, you're breaking my heart
You ain't really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, she said, you're breaking my heart

Verse Two [Royce Da 5'9"]

Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little skeeser
She asked me if I'm the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling a bit of ego
Wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO

Hook [Eminem]

She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, she said, you're breaking my heart
You ain't really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, she said, you're breaking my heart

Verse Three [Eminem]

We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shacks (или «shaqs») cause better find this loveshack
Or somewhere to fuck at, Ah? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write
Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half li

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