| When I just a little baby boy
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| My momma used to tell me these crazy things
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| She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man
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| She used to tell me he hated me
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| But then I got a little bit older
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| And I realized, she was the crazy one
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| But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it
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| Cause that’s just the way she was
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| They said I can’t rap about bein broke no more
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| They ain’t say I can’t rap about coke no more
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| (AHHH!) Slut, you think I won’t choke no whore
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| Till the vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more?!
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| (AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I’m playin
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| Thinkin I’m sayin the shit cause I’m thinkin it just to be sayin it
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| (AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain’t gon' shoot you
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| I’ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
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| (AHHH!) Shut up slut, you’re causin too much chaos
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| Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
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| «Oh, now he’s raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
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| Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?»
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| You god damn right BITCH, and now it’s too late
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| I’m triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
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| I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
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| vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN!
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| Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
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| danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
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| Blood, guts, guns, cuts
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| Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts
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| B*tch I’ma kill you! |
| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Girls neither — you ain’t nuttin but a slut to me
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| B*tch I’ma kill you! |
| You ain’t got the balls to beef
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| We ain’t gon' never stop beefin I don’t squash the beef
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| You better kill me! |
| I’ma be another rapper dead
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| For poppin off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn’ta said
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| But when they kill me — I’m bringin the world with me
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| B*tches too! |
| You ain’t nuttin but a girl to me
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| I said you don’t, wanna f*ck with Shady (cause why?)
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| Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you (ah-haha)
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| I said you don’t, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
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| Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you.
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| B*tch I’ma kill you! |
| Like a murder weapon, I’ma conceal you
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| In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
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| Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
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| I’m tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
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| I ain’t «acid rap,» but I rap on acid
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| Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
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| WHOOPS! |
| Is that a subliminal hint? |
| NO!
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| Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
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| Eminem offend? |
| NO! |
| Eminem insult
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| And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
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| To do it again, THEN, if he does it again
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| You’ll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th
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| (Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I’ma kill you, I ain’t done this ain’t the chorus
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| I ain’t even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
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| A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
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| In a tub but that’s normal ain’t it Norman?
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| Serial killer hidin murder material
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| In a cereal box on top of your stereo
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| Here we go again, we’re out of our medicine
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| Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in
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| B*tch I’ma kill you! |
| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Girls neither — you ain’t nuttin but a slut to me
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| B*tch I’ma kill you! |
| You ain’t got the balls to beef
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| We ain’t gon' never stop beefin I don’t squash the beef
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| You better kill me! |
| I’ma be another rapper dead
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| For poppin off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn’ta said
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| But when they kill me — I’m bringin the world with me
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| B*tches too! |
| You ain’t nuttin but a girl to me
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| I said you don’t, wanna f*ck with Shady (cause why?)
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| Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you (ah-haha)
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| I said you don’t, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
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| Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you.
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| Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
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| Cause lady’s screams keep creepin in Shady’s dreams
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| And the way things seem, I shouldn’t have to pay these shrinks
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| This eighty G’s a week to say the same things TWEECE!
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| TWICE? |
| Whatever, I hate these things
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| F*ck shots! |
| I hope the weed’ll outweigh these drinks
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| Motherf*ckers want me to come on their radio shows
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| Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
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| F*CK THAT! |
| I’ll choke radio announcer to bouncer
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| From fat b*tch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
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| From principal to the student body and counselor |
| From in-school to before school to out of school
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| I don’t even believe in breathin I’m leavin air in your lungs
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| Just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it
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| OKAY, I’M READY TO GO PLAY
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| I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.
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| I’M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE’S THROATS ACHE
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| You faggots keep eggin me on
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| Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
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| SHUT UP! |
| Give me your hands and feet
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| I said SHUT UP when I’m talkin to you
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| YOU HEAR ME? |
| ANSWER ME!
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| B*tch I’ma kill you! |
| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Girls neither — you ain’t nuttin but a slut to me
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| B*tch I’ma kill you! |
| You ain’t got the balls to beef
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| We ain’t gon' never stop beefin I don’t squash the beef
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| You better kill me! |
| I’ma be another rapper dead
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| For poppin off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn’ta said
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| But when they kill me — I’m bringin the world with me
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| B*tches too! |
| You ain’t nuttin but a girl to me
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| I said you don’t, wanna f*ck with Shady (cause why?)
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| Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you (ah-haha)
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| I said you don’t, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
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| Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you.
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| Hahaha, I’m just playin ladies
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| You know I love you |