Eminem - Westwood Freestyle (www.Spb-Rap.ru) | Текст песни

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Once again it's the sinister cynical minister shady
Kryptonite to Superman, he's the dentist to Amy
Administer of the pain, just finished huffin' the paint
And muffler fumes, like it was nothing because it ain't
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he sprays reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stares, he glares making the hairs
All on the back of your neck stand like dracula yep
Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula gargantuant
Yeah Angela so I command ya to start dancing
Part manson, part hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johhanson
Enter my gas chamber, you're gangsta my ass
He's got his fangs to your neck
He's set to strangle your 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 of photo's of me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cosy hotel posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dosing off overdosing
Windows opening/shutting, doors opening/closing
I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only suppose 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 the brink
Mostly I don't wanna think "This'll make everything rosie"
Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three tosies
Totally frozen while I close in
I'm yoddeling "Rosie, won't you come out to play?"
No sense wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
Making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds, I murdered my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put neurofens in my syrup and stirred em
You never heard em, like this so don't encourage him
The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors and lyrics worsen
The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursing
80 spirits of ladies, cause shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turner, even today he emerged to go for the world
And reeled in all the children
Lured them into the building and killed 'em
Buried them in the mud and mildew, and he will
Do what he feels, and still can spin
Straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin
Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol 3 pills
The real slim shady's entered the building
It's nothing but crumpled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildred
He's ill with it, he still shouldn't be healed
There's no one as sick as he, MC's will get fricasseed on the grill then

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