Eminem - Westwood Freestyle 2010 | Текст песни

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I'm like a white Michael Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott
I might make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high school
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper
Liable to shit on you while I snipe you
So dope he gets off opiates, what an appropriate
Way to start off his day; he may just smart off to Dre
He may be hard to contain cause his rage is so hard to gauge
See, Hannibal ate his face and met Jason gnawed off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all plays a major part of his game
Holy water won't ward him off, crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick, it's ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, why's there bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's some crazy shit going on in Shady's apartment again

Newsflash, I'm still trashed, them pills shoulda killed my ass
But they didn't, they just made me stronger
It's like they rebuilt my ass, like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash
It's Aftermath, bitch! And my milk glass is still half-empty
Yeah, tempt me! Hell isn't enough
They need to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll stick me in a conventional oven
With a rotisserie setting and won't even notice me sweating
Shit, I done made a verse, said some foul shit
Tryna go back fix it, fucked around and just made it worse!
Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear, got these haters
Mad enough to rip off their hair and start punching the air!
Panties so in a bunch that they can't function
It's Shady and Royce, fuck yeah! What a dysfunctional pair!
So stop acting like a punk, get a pair
Take a pill and fall the fuck out, spill ya lunch in the chair

I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim Kardash in the ass
With a shard of glass from Nick Hogan's car crash
You may look like the passenger for that, don't be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh while sit there thinking that the hard part passed
You ain't seen pain 'til Leatherface flips, mane
I'll cut ya fuckin' balls off, homie, my saw's off the chain
I chopped the bitch in half with it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of the torso fuckin' crawled off and sang
I ain't seen shit like that since I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant Man's skull, fucked it, and put it right back
Handed my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my nutsack
Gave him a reacharound while I fucked him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain't taking it back, faggot, fuck that!
I give a fuck about nothing so here's where you fucked up at
Don't go touching that can, man, you don't wanna open up that!
Wait a min... ah, shit... Alchemist, cut that!

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