- Eminem Chonky Fire 歌詞
- Eminem
- I have no idea what Im doing~
I have no idea what Im doing~
But...
Everbody get up,sit up Christopher
They are miserable without you
Superman is alive and hes flowing like the Mystic River
Girl dont act like you never been kissed before
One,two,three,four,five,six
Thisa rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser
How did anybody ever find me
I disappeared I was hiding in Freeways beard
Just a hop skip and jump from my skin
Gushin nails into my face that I been pushing
Hellraiser,My face is my pincushion
Its like when Im on the mic
I can squish a sucker like a vice grip
My pen put ya in the slaughterhouse cuz ya styles been butchered
Ill spin chainsaw,take off like the blades on
My brains on hyperdrive someone put the brakes on
Heres a smidget,a midget to get your digits,Bridget
Dont try to fidget with it
Err...ribbit,ribbit
I got you slippin on my swag juice
My swag juice
I got you slippin on my swag juice
My swag juice
Now heres a smidget,a midget to get your digits,Bridget
Dont try to fidget with it
Err...ribbit,ribbit
I got you slippin on my swag juice
Cuz he gets as busy as a bee
Baby you can throw a frizbee in a blizzard
Hell catch it in his teeth
What is he? Hes a wizard
Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit
And Im pretty sure it isnt Bisquick is it?
Now baby dont forget to bring your lipstick with ya
I want a kiss before I blow this b*tch to smithe-reens
Get the guillotines,this is a situation thats critical
As Dre spins his uh turntables and he cuts a record like a scissor
Cheka chicka checka chicka checka checka chicka
Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker
Wait a minute I just dropped my necklace in the liquor
Now baby just to make a little breakfast
And its six o-clock in the morning
Unless you want to get some dessert
Now heres a smidget,a midget to get your digits,Bridget
Dont try to fidget with it
Err...ribbit,ribbit
I got you slippin on my swag juice
My swag juice
I got you slippin on my swag juice
I said...
Heres a smidget,a midget to get your digits,Bridget
Dont try to fidget with it
Err...ribbit,ribbit
I got you slippin on my swag juice
My swag juice
I got you slippin on my swag~
My swag juice
Ayo,just so everybody knows,
That was a hook that we made on the way to the radio station.
And we were trying to get it right
So we may have f**ked it up a couple of times or whatever.
But this is what we were tryna like work out before we came here.
Especially for Westwood man,especially for you,homie.
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