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Though you might find an empty can of beer. But I ain't what you all say I am.Ĭause there ain't no trash in my trailer oh no. All night, bar fightin some of you all say I ain't liven right Eat butterbeans and fried spam. A sixty-eight red chevelle, been known to raise a little hell. I got a motor hangin from a tree, a satellite dish and a trampoline. Got a mean xxx dog whose name is Sickem Sam. Lyrics comin’ at you at supersonic speed (J.J.Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive. The very next day, “Hey Fab, I’ma kill you!” So Ray J went straight to the radio station Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel ‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad You’re pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin’ cornrowsĪnd I just bought a new raygun from the future You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 thoughĪnd I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for Morphin’ into an immortal, comin’ through the portal See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m Put ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a. Tried to say I’ll take seven kids from Columbine I said on “I’m Back” from The Mathers LP 1 when I You get too big and here they come tryin’ So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Rappers are hungry lookin’ at me like it’s lunchtimeīut I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind To maybe try to help get some people through tough times So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes I’m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupilīut it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do though I’m the walkin’ dead, but I’m just a talkin’ head, a zombie floatin’ This planet’s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard The way I’m racin’ around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCARĭale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause. I’ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shitīasically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable I get a “Hell, yeah” from Dre, lookin’ boy Hey, lookin’ boy! What you say, lookin’ boy? “Oy vey, that boy’s gay!” That’s all they say, lookin’ boyĪnd a “Way to go” from your label every day, lookin’ boy Like you’re watching a church gathering take place, lookin’ boy So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin’ boy (ha-ha!)
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Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin’? You fags think it’s all a game, ’til I walk a flock of flames Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame Into the motherfuckin’ Rock and Roll Hall of FameĮven though I’ll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren ‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to “Bus the rhyme” Let me show you maintainin’ this shit ain’t that hard, that hardĮverybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have gotĭid nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!) ‘Cause I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God While I’m masterfully constructing this masterpièce It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack Rappers are havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
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Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
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With this rappity brat, packin’ a MAC in the back of the Ac’Īnd at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicin’ that
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You don’t really wanna get into a pissin’ match Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill ’em all with) With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his nutsack They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-botīut for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genesĮver since Bill Clinton was still in office Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodĪll my people from the front to the back nod, back nod If that means what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big troubleĪnd if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not taking any chances
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Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what Something’s wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on!) Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsīut I’m only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-) Video can’t be loaded because JavaScript is disabled: Eminem – Rap God (Mr.