Eminem/Mr. Porter/Tim Westwood - Live Freestyle | Текст песни

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• Eminem/Mr. Porter/Tim Westwood
• Live Freestyle

Yo blast me off, Tim, blast me off, son
Blastin' off right now son

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 ear lobes

[Mr. Porter]
See Im the first one to class and the last to leave
I mean the first one to leave outta class, believe
Then Im a mailbox pimp and my heart's locked out
Even after all (inaudible) and my ass is fly
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 nigger, 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

[Eminem]
Once again it's the sinister, cynical, minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy
Administer of the pain, just finished, huffing the paint
And muffled the fumes like it was nothing because it ain't
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he spray, reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stares, he glares makin' the hairs all on the back of your neck stand
Like Dracula yep
Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan
Yah, Angela so I command you to start dancing
Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansen
Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass
He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya 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, a full dose of me
Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off overdosing
Windows opening-shutting, doors opening-closing
I think there's a ghost

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