| I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
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| As the title of the album suggests
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| This was meant for your listening pleasure
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| While you are being done in
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| Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (Yeah)
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| Like the shade in these windows
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| Smoke gray, ladies go mental
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| But no way they can see in though (Nah)
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| OJ blade is a pencil (Yeah)
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| Propane takin' my cranium
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| Code-name Titanium Temper
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| I almost swallowed my car
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| I call my Mercedes a Benzo
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| Bitch, I ball like a baby
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| Ball like J, but not Jaysin
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| Jay-Z, J as in Leno
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| 'Cause I got a huge mansion
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| No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
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| Too scandalous, Sue Atkins
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| The kinda crazy you can't fix
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| I'm still the one your parents hate
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| I'm in your house eatin' carrot-cake
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| While I sit there and wait and I marinate
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| I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
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| And come home to find yourself starin' straight into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
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| Raise the concerto while I narrate
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| Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
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| I be on a higher plane in aerospace
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| With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane
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| Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase
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| Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
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| I'm losin' control
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| Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
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| Overd-d-dose
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| Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
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| Like a win-window
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| Little engine gone, little engine
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| I am the top-sellin', who cares?
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| Stop dwellin', then stop yellin'
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| I'm not yellin', you're yellin'
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| Smart aleck, goddammit
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| Fuck is that? |
| Stop hammering (God)
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| That's what it sounds like in my brain
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| Much as I fight to restrain
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| I have the right to remain violent
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| Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you
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| Icicle veins, mics will get slain
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| Life it will strangle you with bicycle chain
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| You're gonna have to come identify the remains
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| Wait, what?
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| I said my head is twisted like a red tie (Yup)
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| Can't get a fuckin' word in, edgewise (Shut up)
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| Success overnight like a red eye (Bitch)
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| Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy from the Westside
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| I'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar, admires
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| And the appliances like washers and dryers
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| Chick ran up like, "Marshall, you're fire"
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| I looked down and said, "No, I'm not, you're a liar"
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| She said, "No, your music"
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| Heard you're back with the Dr. and I heard
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| Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
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| I'm losin' control
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| Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
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| Overd-d-dose
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| Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
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| Like a win-window
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| Little engine gone, little engine
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| Dr. Dre
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| (Psycho) Psycho, killer
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| Michael (Michael), Thriller (Thriller), my flow, apeshit
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| I Go-rilla
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| My flow (My flow), still a psycho (Psycho), killer (Killer)
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| (Nitro) Hi ho, Silva
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| Similes and idioms giddy up
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| I think I can, I think I can
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| I know I can, psycho I am
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| Michael, my knife go right hand
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| In my left hand, I hold mic stand
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| Little engine gone
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| Ch-ch-chill like I d-d-do z-z-zilch (Yeah)
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| Like Kaepernick, I got n-n-kneel, word to Goodwill-will
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| This must be how bein' hoodrich feels
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| Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill (Hi ho)
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| Finna take you out like an outro
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| Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out ho
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| Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo
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| Balboa with a scalpel
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| Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo
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| Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
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| I'm losin' control
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| Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
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| Overd-d-dose
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| Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
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| Like a win-window
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| Little engine gone, little engine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Little Engine , by - Eminem. Song from the album Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп