Eminem - Wicked Ways (delux edition) | Текст песни

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[Hook: X Ambassadors]
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder
Ever heard of Aspergers'? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see the bitch’s hair is frizzing
Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism
The devil ain't on the level same as him
Picture someone who revels in straight masochism
And imagine him giving him an adjective an ass whooping
So bad they should put his ass in prison
A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs like they did something to me personally
Used to get bullied so I cut class and ditched it
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car
My ass from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell em a-part
Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
To shop at K-Mart and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are
To this day I still get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin'
I don't give a fuck I don't play!
Bitch you think you saw this basket first
Your ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could think I would say
Mind's like a pile of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain with a cape
Ripped a gaping hole in it
Flipped out, ripped down the drapes
Tied em around my neck
Went down the fire escape of the Empire State
Slipped, fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire state
And straight to hell got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sacheted around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do with escaler being gay ya little faggot
By the way, thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay
It's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, sons you, like an ultra violet ray
I’m selling hatred buffet style all the shit you can eat
$11.99 so come on and pile a plate
I’m throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
With the rhyme I’m spittin' while I’m shittin' on the competition
In the meantime it’s always mean time

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]

[Hook]

"Ken Kaniff" (skit)

[Outro: Eminem & Ken Kaniff]
Ohh please be empty, please be empty, please be empty
Thank you, God
*bathroom door opening, someone walks in*
Shit...
*sounds of pissing and crapping*
Is that a girl?

*Ken Kaniff singing*
I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in mouth
And get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M
And lay with 18 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show

(Why do I know that voice?)
Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it
Life's too short to not stroke your bone

(Are you fucking serious>)
So everybody, everybody
Circle jerk, touch my body
*doors slam, screaming*
Who is that? Where are you going? Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
*loud crapping noise*
Blow it out your ass

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