Eminem - Live Freestyle Tim Westwood | Текст песни

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• Live Freestyle Tim Westwood

I wasn't born mean, I was pushed to treachery
I walk the streets looking for some puss to fetch me
I'm like a veggie, brain is turned to mush, I'm edgy
Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie
If he don't gimme Kim, things could get messy
So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek
And press against the right one till it's smushed against me
And leave a dead body in the woods, the MC
With the Christopher Reeve beef
We started out on the wrong foot
Or should I say fake leg made outta wood
I shouldn't, yes I should
Riding through the hood, I'm chillin' with Westwood
I'm quite mellow, a white fellow
My pee is bright yellow, I like Jello
I'm like hello to a cute little dyke on the mic
I'm kinda like, Iron Mike cause I bite ear lobes

[Mr. Porter]
See Im the first one to class and the last to leave
I mean the first one to leave outta class, believe
Then Im a mailbox pimp and my heart's locked out
Even after all (inaudible) and my ass is fly
Went from an ashy guy class clown as high
To a grown ass man stacking pay par
Runyon ave's the clique , d12's the game
We've been spitting this (shit)
Since we were little bébés
Gaga goo goo nana nadi do do never
Word to my homie em Im just too too clever
A 4-5 shot and leave a nigga, face lop-sided
The kick from the barrel make you think Im cock-eyed it
When I bust it out off in the crowd , you start diving
Greg Louganis went over the bar I ain't lying
Hot Iron lethals not defying soldier
Runyon ave soldier equals death when it's over
It's none colder than (a nigger) understand the struggle
Fly the street-muscle we've been had to hustle
We've been had to hustle, we've been had to muscle
Fly the street hustle, we've been had to hustle

[Eminem]
Me and Westwood blastin' off, jackin' off
In a pair of acid washed bumpin' Asher Roth
Cruisin Gratiot til I damn near crash the car
Tryna smash 'em off in the dash, hit the overpass, went off
Over the bridge into on-coming traffic
Caused a massive forty-two car pile-up, not a scratch at all
Hopped up holding an axe and saw
Jason mask is off when my face is plastered in tabasco sauce
Spitting flames, kickin' fire out your ass you little bitch
You can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog
You don't wanna get my ass ticked off
I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdrawal
Dick so big it's like elastic
I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic
Crossed the path of Plastic Man with a
Drastic force, put my penis on classic sports

[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, huffing the paint
And muffled the fumes like it was nothing because it ain't
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he spray, reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stares, he glares makin' the hairs all on the back of your neck stand
Like Dracula yep
Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan
Yah, Angela so I command you to start dancing
Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansen
Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass
He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater
You're facing a task greater, he's chasing your ass
He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure, a full dose of me
Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off overdosing
Windows opening-shutting, doors opening-closing
I think there's a ghost
Too much hydrocodone and Codeine
I was only supposed to swallow a half
I took the whole thing
I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink posing
Myself, self-loathing, cause I'm on a brink, mostly
I don't wanna think this will make everything rosey
Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies
Totally frozen while I close in, I'm yodelling
Rosey, won't you come out to play
A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
Making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put neurofens in my syrup and stirred em
You never heard him like this, so don't encourage him
The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, I'm lyrics worse than
The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'
Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turn of events that he emerged, took over the world
And reeled in all the children, lured em into the building and killed em
Buried em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels
And still can spit, drawn to gold like Rumpelstiltskin
Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol - three pills
The Real Slim Shady's entered the building
There's nothing but crumbled leaves and
Tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildrid
He's ill wit it, he still shouldn't be heeled
There's no one as sick as he MC's
Will get fricasseed on the grill then

[Eminem]
You wanna start with the hook first
You wanna start with the...oh
I have no idea what I'm doing, I have no idea what I'm doing, but
Everybody get up, sit up Christopher
They're miserable without you, Superman is a-
Live and he's flowin' like the Mystic River
Girl, don't act like you've never been kissed before
One, two, three, four, five, six, this uh
Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser
How did anybody ever find me I disa-
Peared I was hiding in Freeway's beard, just a
Hop, skip and a jump from my skin gushing
Nails into my face that I been pushing
Hellraiser, my face is my pin cushion
It's like when I'm on the mic I can squish a
Sucker like a vice grip, my pen put you
In the slaughterhouse cause your style's been butchered
I'll spin chainsaw, take off like the blades on, my brains on
Hyper drive, someone put the brakes on

[Eminem & Mr. Porter]
Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit
I got you slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice
I got you slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice
Now here's a smidgen, a midget to get your digits Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit
I got you slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice

[Eminem]
...Cause he gets as busy as a
Bee baby you could throw a Frisbee in a blizzard
He'll catch it in his teeth, what is he, he's a wizard
Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit
And I'm pretty sure it isn't Bisquick, is it
Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick witcha
I want the kiss before I blow this bitch to smitha-
Reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ-
Ation that's critical as Dre spins his, uh
Turn tables and he cuts the record like a scissor
Checka-chicky-checka-chicky-checka-checka-chicka
Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker
Wait a minute I just dropped my necklace in the liquor
Now baby just to make a little breakfast and it's six o-
Clock in the morning unless you want to get some dessert

[Eminem & Mr. Porter]
Here's a smidgen, a midget to get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit
I got you slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice
I got you slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice
I said Here's a smidgen, a midget to get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit
I got you slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice
I got you slipping on my swag, my swag juice

[Eminem]
Ayo, just so everybody knows
That was a hook we made on the way to the radio station
And we were trying to get it right
So we may have fucked it up a couple times or whatever
But, this is what we were trying to like work out before we came here
Especially for Westwood, man, ESPECIALLY for you homie

TreyBNuggz's photo TreyBNuggz 115
1 year
The last line of the first Eminem verse is “I’m kinda like iron Mike cause I bite earlobes”
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Pyral's photo Pyral 260
1 year
Why Mr. Porter’s part is not there?
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Courtland14's photo Courtland14 108
1 year
I slipped on the swag juice
The swag juice
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iiprodiggy's photo iiprodiggy 120
1 year
Mr. Porter’s part is way off.
What is currently written:
Then Im a mailbox pimp and my heart’s locked out
Even after all (inaudible) and my ass is fly
what it should be:
Then i’m a mailbox pimp in my heart till I die
Even after i’m all gone, and my ashes fried
Well, at least that’s what I think…
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Evini's photo Evini 100
11 months
I want to be a lyrical genius
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PsychoSyndicate's photo PsychoSyndicate 0
8 months
you might wanna change,“cruisin gratiot till i damn near crash the car”, its,“ cruisin grass untill i damn near crash the car”
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BigBlindATH's photo BigBlindATH 914
8 months
I’m pretty sure Em says “And still can spin, straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin”
Cuz you know, according to the legend, Rumpelstiltskin could spin straw and turn it into gold.
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Miceli's photo Miceli 177
3 months
Go get Drake, Lil Wayne

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