- Eminem Freestyle19 歌詞
- Eminem
- Paul Wheres my words at
Yo see Slim Shady
yo, where the birds at
Me and Flip the middle ones
Rappers get these little ones in they mouth
These little nuts, yeah
I dont care I aint afraid to admit it
I got a little **** yeah, but so do you
You scared to admit it
You wont spit it on this mother freakin mic
Cause I will strike and smack your ass like a freakin fag
And I dont care if you get offended
I never pretended to rock this microphone beef
You wanna start it now well end it
Cause when I slip in the zone up on this microphone
People want me to do a written rap but **** that go home
I dont really give a damn Ill kick right off of the top
And everything that I drop always gonna remain hot
Let on the spot, Slim, I mean woops, Grim its when im dim
Yo, Im in affect mode
Rappers get they neck sewed
Get they whole threshold ****** up
Get they damn fleshed sewed
Ha, ha
I busted, I kill it, I crush it, I do it, the fluid, I spill it, Im ill wit
These ************* rhymes that I be coming with there running with me
Kick you in the ************* stomach s** t
Cause you dont want none of it
Rappers always try but they always die
And rappers always stuck to me and tried to lie
(Arf, Arf)
Yo, where my dogs at
Yo (err, ribbit) where my frogs at
In the house, It really doesnt matter cause I still turn it out
When I step on this mic, smacking your spouse
Ha, Ha
The illest MC to come off the top
When I get this drum off
Yo Strech give me a break, let me catch my freakin breath
And till the death, bust rhymes till theres none left
Im wanted for theft and robbery
And probably smack a ***** up in the lobby G
Cause she dont want none of me
Im the illest MC to ever hold a cordless on the planet earth and youll see
That Im from the freakin D
Yall dont get my point Im from Detroit
Smoking fake grass like a joint
Thats the first simplest rhyme I ever said in my life
But, at the end of the night Ill still be ******* your wife
S**t, I really dont care your style needs to switch
Cause you aint rich, thats why you aint rich
Remain underground, cant come off the top
You cant drop rhymes nonstop like this
I might twist my freakin **** up in your ear
Rappers always wanna stand clear
Im a *********** ** landmine
Yall dont understand mine
Im Slim Shady showing out like my tan line
Ha, ha
The illest MC to rhyme
Every time the illest MC of our time
I rhyme time and time twice but Im nice
With this mic device I slice right through your Adams apple
I had a Snapple and a motherfreakin syringe
Up in the bathroom I shouldnt have but yo I boinked
To any MC up in this s**t who want some
To any MC who wanna step up and get some
Get done, **** competition
Let me catch my breath one more time
Yo, Im on a mission
To stomp any MC comp I just trunked
And swamp is this truamp a word? no its not
Yo, but here I go with this lyrical, miracles, spiritual flows, that I slow
Driving MCs crazy, Slim Shady, up in your ************* radio baby
Ha ha
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