| Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical
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| Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it
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| And the Pope couldn’t prevent me from shittin on niggas
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| Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin
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| Into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine (hoe)
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| A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your man’s face
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| So fast it’ll leave acne on my hand when it land (hah!)
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| Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith 'n Wessons
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| Just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin up with the flag (yeah)
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| Parental discretion, I’ll send you a video
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| With me naked havin a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!)
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| When you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo' innocence
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| I’ll be waitin ready to A.K. |
| you and yo' egg Bene-dick
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| Usin yo' balls to play tennis with (hah)
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| You’ll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses
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| (MOTHERFUCK!) Niggas that doubt and thought we wasn’t killin shit
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| (WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin it diligently
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| (PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly
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| (DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry
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| You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed
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| I have nuts of a horse, and you ain’t got no balls
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| Come runnin with tec-9's whenever niggas would call
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| Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls
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| I don’t give a FUCK, who you call to come
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| You came with thirty niggas, I only came with one
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| That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me
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| You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these
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| Situations you in, don’t get that Purple Pills shit confused
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| With us bein cool up here singin My Band
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| I’m sure you see these little kids cryin over me man
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| They’ll do anything for a fuckin autograph
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| So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin crowd and
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| I’ll show you the meanin of die-hard fans
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| Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act
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| A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
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| That’s what I mean by get, back; |
| I mean get, back
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| Or find your head detached from that Mitchell & Ness
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| So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh I digress
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| I guess I’m just too fresh, to finish that line
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| Denaun’s ain’t next |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whatever You Want , by - Swifty McVay. Song from the album Eminem Presents The Re-Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп