| Oh, this what we doin'? |
| Alright
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| Amen
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| I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble
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| Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
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| Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it
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| Pro professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing
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| I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience
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| But I hate to pay a bill (Hate that)
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| And I made a mil without a major deal (I made that)
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| Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (She came, uh)
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| Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real
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| It's the broke lingo (Huh)
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| And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo)
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| Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (Ooh)
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| I just want some face but this is no facial (Ooh)
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| Do right and kill er'body, Drake mode (Hello)
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| Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello)
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| Disrespect your life and I'm in gang mode (Grrr)
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| You can leave this earth, bitch, I'm in rake mode (Huh)
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| I'm in cake mode (Huh), I'm in brave mode, uh
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| What up Marshall? |
| I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (Facts)
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| Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (Drip, drip, drip)
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| Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (Brrr)
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| Collect pesos (Huh), and I'm paid, so? |
| (Paid)
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| Self-made goals (Hey)
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| When the pain leaves (Huh)
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| Where does the pain go? |
| (Where?)
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| Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes (There)
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| To the sky is where my brain goes (Wow)
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| Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes (Wow)
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| Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose
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| Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (What?)
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| Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed
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| Game over, Thanos on you H-O's
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| On my petty shit but I don't paint toes (Yeah)
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| Get the plunger (Plunger) 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
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| Call us liquid plumber, 'cause even Dre know (Dre know)
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| Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox, you're gonna need three SWATs
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| A police officer's at least cuffing me up for evading and I don't stop
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| Please dawg, I need y'all to keep talking shit 'cause I feed off of it
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| I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage
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| Each thought'll be so toxic, it'll block the wind through your esophagus
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| Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
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| And I hit them pads like a boxing gym
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| Better watch for Slim, better get to popping when I'm at the top again
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| I won't topple and I'm giving it to anyone who wanna come and get it and I'm not gonna stop
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| But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? |
| Of course it is
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| I cleansed him of his mortal sins, I'm God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippers
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| I'm moving on but you know your scruples are gone when you're born with Lucifer's horns
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| And you're from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube and The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students
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| Showed them all the blueprint and formula
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| But it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eyeballs
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| I'm watching my pupils get cornier (Uh)
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| But I'm contemplating yelling "Bombs away" on the game
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| Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting
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| Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
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| Where's Osama been? |
| I been laden lately
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| Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
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| They wanna JonBenet me (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
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| Man, I don't see why they hate me
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| I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
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| They call me Kanye crazy
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| APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z
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| And I'm back with Andre, baby
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| And the doctor's operating
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| But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop kid out to Shady
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| Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, I better check to see why you feel upset
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| 'Cause I met your bitch on the internet now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet
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| That bimbo Kim put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow
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| Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
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| Those were the days but I bet you, I'm never gonna be broke again, no
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| I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
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| And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
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| Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
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| Nickle-plated, twenty two, two, two
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| Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too
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| Ain't shit I won't do just to get a few YouTube views
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| Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
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| 'Cause that's what I do, do, do
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| But, even to the untrained human eye
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| We ain't the same, you and I
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| Somebody should have explained to you why
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| For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (Yeah)
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| That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah
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| But I know magic and here go my last trick
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| I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
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| I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react
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| But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that
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| As I begin to fuckin' devour the track
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| And you backpedal that as a cowardly act
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| Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse
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| Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
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| Where's Osama been? |
| I been laden lately
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| Look at how I'm behaving me, they want me gone away
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| They wanna JonBenet me (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unaccommodating, artist - Eminem. Album song Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп