| Intro Frogg:
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| Whoa a get your hands in the air and get to clappin 'em
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| and like back and forth bacause ah this is what you thought it wasn’t. |
| It be’s the brothers representin the dirty dozen.
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| I be the F R O and double G *coughing in background*
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| And check out the man he goes by the name of er…
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| Verse 1 Eminem (Frogg):
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| Slim Shady
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| Brain dead like Jan Brady
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| I’m a M80
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| You little like that Kim lady
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| I’m buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty writin rhymer
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| Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
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| You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
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| You ain’t gonna sell two copies if you pressed a double album
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| Admit it, fuck it, I’ll be comin out in the open
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| I’m doin acid, crack, smack, hocus smokin dope then
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| My name is Marshall Mathers, I’m an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
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| I have a disease and they don’t know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I’m comin up quick to strip your cash
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| Bought a ticket to your concert to come and whip your ass
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| Bitch, I’m comin out swingin, so fast it’ll make your eyes spin
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| You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
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| The proof is in the pudding just ask the Shawn Holman
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| I’ll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
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| So when you see me on your block with two glocks
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| Screamin fuck the world like Tupac, I just don’t give a fuck
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| Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mack
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| And tellin your boys that I’m on crack, I just don’t give a fuck
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| So, put my tape back on the rack
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| Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack, I just don’t give a fuck
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| But see me on the street and duck,
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| Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and stuffed
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| Cause I just don’t give a fuck
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| Verse 2 Eminem, (Frogg):
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| I’m nicer than P, but I’m on a search to crush your milkbone
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| I’m everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
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| I’m ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
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| I’m colder than snow season when it’s twenty below freezin
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| Flavor with known seasonin, this is the sneak preview
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| I’ll diss your magazine and still won’t get a weak review
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| I’ll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
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| This is lyrical combat, gentleman hold your pistols
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| But I form like Voltran and blast you with my soda missles
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| Slim Shady, Eminem is my old initials (Bye-bye)
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| Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
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| Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
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| Illunious, zanious, spontaneous, sporatic
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| Impulsive thinker, impulsive drinker, addict
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| Half animal, half man
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| Dumpin your dead body inside of a fucking trash can
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| With more holes than an afghan
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| Verse 3 Eminem:
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| Somebody let me out this limousine, I’m a caged demon
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| On stage screamin like Rage Against The Machine
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| I’m convinced I’m a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
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| Clinically braindead, I don’t need a second opinion
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| Fuck droppin a jewel, I’m flippin the sacred treasure
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| I’ll bite your motherfuckin style just to make it fresher
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| I can’t take the pressure, I’m sick of bitches
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| Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I’m washin dishes
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| In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
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| Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
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| Then I went to Jim Beam that’s when my face strayed
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| Went to gym in eighth grade raped the womens swim team
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| Don’t take me for a joke I’m no comedian
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| Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
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| I’m goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
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| Finally made it home, but I don’t got the key to get in Outro Eminem:
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| Hey, fuck that!
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| Outsidaz
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| Pace One
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| Young Zee |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Don't Give A Fuck , by - Eminem. Song from the album Curtain Call: The Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп