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[Verse 1]
Girl I think you just might of tried to pull a motha’ fuckin’ fast one I’m mad
You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, tryin’ to play games, see this saw blade
See the silhouette, of a stalker, in your walkway, better cooperate
Or get sautéed, and rotisseries, while you’re hog-tied
MC’s get so quiet, you can hear a moth’fuckin’ dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin’ on that ass like the fuckin’ Fall Guy
I don’t gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a mogwai
’Cause it will turn into a gremlin, and run over kids women and men
Vnnn-vnnn motor’s so big, you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin’
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spend, even ten cents on you, since when
Do you think it’s gonna cost me a pretty penny
Shit, if I think a penny’s pretty
Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an Eskimo by his toe
While he’s trying to roll a snowball
But don’t make him lose his cool
If he hollers better let him go ya’ll, ’cause
[Hook]
Thats how ya know your on a roll
Cause when you hot its like your burnin’ up everyone else’s cold
Why am I like this? Why is winter cold
Why is it when I talk I’m so biased to the hoes
You’re on fire
Ya need to stop drop and roll
Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop the blow
Why am I like this? Why is winter cold
Why is it when I talk I’m so biased to the hoes
[Verse 2]
Get up baby get a move on, like a U-Haul
You can rock your brain like pool balls
You won’t ever think of this shit, yeah honey, you called
Well here I come, Havoc on the beat, I wreak it
Evil I see, hear and speak it
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket
You can count every moth’fuckin’ chicken ’fore it hatches
’Cause you can bet your ass that we gone get it crackin’
Like the Kraken and Titans, when they’re clashin’
Get your brains bashed in
So bad you gon’ have Kurt Cobain askin’
To autograph a bloodstained napkin
Unfashionable and ’bout as rational, as a rash on a fag’s asshole
Now let’s take that line run it up the flag pole with Elton
See if he’s cool with it, don’t stand there and look stupid at
Me bitch, I ain’t in the mood for this shit
Get my dick, Google ir till to pops up
Ya’ll are so motherfuckin’ full of shit that you’ve stopped up
Me, I’m always shittin’ diarrhoea of the mouth
Till your speakers crap out, *fart* Ohp what
Girl you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette, ’’Chick-Chigarette’’
But you won’t get a hot fudge Sundae from me
So do not strut my way slut, because
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And now that I got your panties in a bunch, and your bowels in an uproar
I’ma show you why I came, so you stop askin’ me what the fuck for
Now look you little slut cunt whore, I know you want more
Bitch it’s time to put the math back in the Mathers
’cause I’m a fuckin’ problem, run boy
Every flow got it mastered, so every last word that you fuckin’ fags heard
Comes straight from the fishes ass, yeah in other words I’m a bass-turd
Lookin’ at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank yeah still plenty
No morals are installed in me, so remorse I really on’t feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal
Understandable why you’re jealous, fuck an animal
I got cannibal magnetism, can’t resets him now, can ya ho
Shady I don’t understand your flow
Understand my flow, bitch I flow like Troy
Polamalu’s hair boy, don’t you dare try to follow or compare boy
I’m raw, you ain’t even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy
You can look, you can stare point
But you can’t touch, I’m too clairvoyant
I don’t get it man is there a void, all this weak shit for that ass, and your trunk
Elephant haemorrhoids, and remember boys
[Hook]
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