Eminem lyrics
Eminem lyrics
"Come On In lyrics"
25 With A Meal Ticket lyrics
(Intro) Ski, don't foolin' with that piano man Let's get into somethin' that's gangsta (E-A-Ski) And now what? What's crackin'? 25 with a meal ticket, yeah, and we ain't jokin' dog youknowhatI'msayin'? Huh, all this perpetratin' Who got this and who got what Man, it ain't all what it cracked up to be Look here... (E-A-Ski) Who's that G with the illest blood (let 'em known) It's Mr. Ski (yeah!), spell my name correctly, fools wanna check me Nigga wanna break me, ahh where the scrilla Be-M-W 3-25, oh he's a drug dealer Huh-huh-huh-huh, mistaken identity, presidential Rolex (yeah) Haters wanna rode next to me, maddoggin', shak
(Intro) Ski, don't foolin' with that piano man Let's get into somethin' that's gangsta (E-A-Ski) And now what? What's crackin'? 25 with a meal ticket, yeah, and we ain't jokin' dog youknowhatI'msayin'? Huh, all this perpetratin' Who got this and who got what Man, it ain't all what it cracked up to be Look here... (E-A-Ski) Who's that G with the illest blood (let 'em known) It's Mr. Ski (yeah!), spell my name correctly, fools wanna check me Nigga wanna break me, ahh where the scrilla Be-M-W 3-25, oh he's a drug dealer Huh-huh-huh-huh, mistaken identity, presidential Rolex (yeah) Haters wanna rode next to me, maddoggin', shak
(feat. D12)
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin arses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my arse whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse squished
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your g
Breach lyrics
walk in the rain, boyhurry my pale boy - run!talk to the screen, boysplinter the green, boy - run!and while we're waiting to feel the sunlightand while he's running so far from homeand while we welcome the same old morningour dreamer walks alonebury your spleen, boyfeed the machine, boy - run!slave to the grind, boyashgrey in mind, boy - run!and while waiting to feel the sunlightand while he's running so far from homeand while we welcome the same old mourningour hero walks alonekill the sun,kill the moon,kill the stars!kill the sun,kill the moon,
onna miss me when I'm gonewalk in the rain, boyhurry my pale boy - run!talk to the screen, boysplinter the green, boy - run!and while we're waiting to feel the sunlightand while he's running so far from homeand while we welcome the same old morningour dreamer walks alonebury your spleen, boyfeed the machine, boy - run!slave to the grind, boyashgrey in mind, boy - run!and while waiting to feel the sunlightand while he's running so far from homeand while we welcome the same old mourningour hero walks alonekill the sun,kill the moon,kill the stars!kill the sun,kill the moon,
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in
Everybody come on an
[Swifty]
?? the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You ******* need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can
Come Fuck With Me lyrics
* [Flesh] Do you really wanna fuck with me? No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh Sooner or later All of you haters gonna catch vapors You don't wanna test You never do know when absolutely nobody Wanted to fuck with this cat Then again, you really want a son and come and get done, easily phat then wanna put 'em on they back Clack back mack, everyday focus the beam straight aim your way Hittin' and pray Eliminate playa haters in the ninety eight And if you hatin' to elevate the number one thugsta takin' off thousands And I'm off bounds in here But he wonder how did I do when I did this My clique steady housin' fools Get abu
reach quick* [Flesh] Do you really wanna fuck with me? No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh Sooner or later All of you haters gonna catch vapors You don't wanna test You never do know when absolutely nobody Wanted to fuck with this cat Then again, you really want a son and come and get done, easily phat then wanna put 'em on they back Clack back mack, everyday focus the beam straight aim your way Hittin' and pray Eliminate playa haters in the ninety eight And if you hatin' to elevate the number one thugsta takin' off thousands And I'm off bounds in here But he wonder how did I do when I did this My clique steady housin' fools Get abu
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
****** I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in
Everybody come on an
[Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What tha fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggas squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them ?? I emtpy out them ?? to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self
Brainwashed Follower lyrics
JEFF: Yo yo, hey man, ain't you guys um, Plug One? Plug Two? Potholes in my Lawn? You're those weird guys, De La Soul, right? DOVE: Yeah, what's up little man, how you feeling, I'm Dove, how you feeling. POS: Yo what's up man, my name is Pos. MASE: What's up, I'm Mase. Yo, shorty, what's your name? JEFF: Oh, my name? Jeff. You guys are walking? Now rappers ain't supposed to walk. POS: Sorry little man, but you know... JEFF: Jeff. I told you, my name is Jeff. If you guys are rappers, where's your dukey gold chains? Y'all don't have no dukey gold chains. MASE: We don't wear gold chains, we'd rather spend our money on
destructJEFF: Yo yo, hey man, ain't you guys um, Plug One? Plug Two? Potholes in my Lawn? You're those weird guys, De La Soul, right? DOVE: Yeah, what's up little man, how you feeling, I'm Dove, how you feeling. POS: Yo what's up man, my name is Pos. MASE: What's up, I'm Mase. Yo, shorty, what's your name? JEFF: Oh, my name? Jeff. You guys are walking? Now rappers ain't supposed to walk. POS: Sorry little man, but you know... JEFF: Jeff. I told you, my name is Jeff. If you guys are rappers, where's your dukey gold chains? Y'all don't have no dukey gold chains. MASE: We don't wear gold chains, we'd rather spend our money on
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
[Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off'a tha hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in
Everybody come on an