Eminem - tim westwood freestyle 2009 | Текст песни

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• tim westwood freestyle 2009

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 earlobes

[Mr. Porter]
See I'm the first one to class and the last to leave
I mean the first one to leave outta class, believe
That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart till I die
Even after I’m all gone and my ashes fried
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

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