Eminem - Speedom (Eminem part) | Текст песни

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Wait! Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see
If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills of ecstacy pills next to me
In the seats spilled, or did she eat ’em all with a breakfast drink(You don’t expect me to sing!)
In the habit of grabbin’ a mic and babblin’, I dabble in lights
But I might just swallow my fuckin’ Ritalin tablet after the night
I’m grabbin’ it right from the medicine cabinet cause that’s what it’s like
And attack it like a dragon and bite
Jetpack in my backpack when I write
Just stick a pin-up inside a Finnegan’s diner with a cigarette lighter
Thinkin’ of tryna set a [?] in the fire that’ll trigger the sprinkler system
And I’d escape but the getaway driver screwed up my limo
Collided with the cement divider
I went through the window and ended up bein’ pinned beside of [?]
Friend of the guy’s wife, friend of the flight attendant from Idaho
[?]
So I pick up a pen, I’m venomous and I’m as thick as skin
Like an evil dentist hygienist, sinister
You’ve been yelling demented, I invented this, I’m the Genesis, Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist
Fuckin’ smart, I look degenerate
I got Ellen DeGeneres tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy
Envious of female independence, head with a clitoris, hit or miss you
Never consider this a bit of disappointment, I’ll never fail to deliver this
Whatever the weather in this’ll be just like a certificate of authenticity
That I’m thinkin’ about just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way for ’em to pick it
I pick a day to be picked and [?]
In the back of a [?] unforgettable
Better believe these beats are edible
I consider loose leaf a vegetable
And I stalk my prey
You think you got away but not today
Murder you on a song and then I’ll just say
I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake
Eatin’ lobster, steak and coffee cake
At a restaurant with Drake
And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate
I’m a lot to take like Kanye walking up on the stage for Beyonce like it’s my job to say that you’re not a real artist, but it’s my obligation Honest Abe is on his way you will not escape
Ammunition, replenish the Punisher with his gun at your hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you’re not lookin’ to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder don’t no one wanna go and jump in front of a fuckin’ runaway locomotive
Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the...

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