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Nah man, not finished yet...

Girl I
you just mighta just try-ta pull a fast one I'm mad
You just my god damn feeling, and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw
See the silhouette, of a stalker in your way, better cooperate
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while hog tied
MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog whistle when I by
Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin fall guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it a Mogwi
Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids & men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its
Bitch gimme them digits while cringin'
Not by the hair on my
Will I spen-spend even ten on you
Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty
Shit if I a penny's pretty
image how beautiful, a quarter is to me
Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an by his toe

While tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him lose his cool

If he hollers better let him go

(You own me) Now here we go, go, go
Get up baby get a on, like a u-haul
You can rack your like pool balls
You won't ever think of this shit, yeah you called?
Well I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak it
Evil, I see hear and it
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that weak shit
Put eggs in the same basket
You can every motherfuckin chicken 'fore it hatches
Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we get it crackin
Like the & Titans, when they clash and
Get your bashin so bad
You have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin
Unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a asshole
Now let's that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton
See if he's cool it, don't stand there and look stupid at me bitch
I ain't in the mood for the shit, gif my dick, Google it till it up

Ya'll are so motherfuckin full of shit that stocked up
Me, I'm shittin diarrhea at the mouth

Till your crap out (pthhhhp)

Ha, Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette (Chit- chigarette)
But you won't get a hot fudge Sunday me

So do not my way slut, because...
(You own me) Now here we go, go, go
And now that I got panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
Ima show you why I came, so you asking me what the fuck for
Now look you little slut-cunt-whore, I you want more
Bitch it's time to put the back in the Mathers
Cuz I'm a (problem), run boy!
Every flow, got it
So every last word, hat you fuckin' heard
Comes straight from the ass
Yeah, in words, I'm a bass-turd
Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah plenty
No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I don't feel any
Eat heart out Hannibal, Understandable why you're jealous
animal, I got cannibal magnetism
Can't 'em now can ya hoe?
Shady, I don't understand ya flow Understand my

Bitch I flow, Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
Don't you dare try to follow or boy
I'm raw, you ain't medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy

You can look, you can stare and
But you can't I'm too clairvoyant
I don't get it man, is a void
All weak shit, what am I, steroids?
Well bitch, I'm back with shit for that ass
In ya trunk (Hemorrhoids)
And boys...
(You don't own me) Now we go, go, go
Thank you for coming out. you enjoyed the show.
next time... peace.