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* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' doing my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men decided to songs
And teach to sing
I'll stick Britney in a room full of mirrors
So she fifty years of bad luck
Club and swear at Christina
When I her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking palms and in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who visits the
With two biscuits to lay down the district
Get with a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
Sniff glue sticks I give two shits
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I leave with no
After I four in ya
One on top of your ninja
Doc stir the madness
We all out of like Tony Atlas
Walking with in a laundry basket
America's most with the after us
Fuck flossin' we what's yours
Unload fifteen like an ace and
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it arsonists?
Paper make pens filled arsenic
I got that don't know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches is what I'mma do
Cause that's what boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all wanna bump to this

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you wanna bump

No what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No matter you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your lips off my ass with it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
x and acid tabs did it
I'm what's happening with no
Doc rob Dinero the heat come
My barrel hangs out the
Aimed at the nose them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the main
Beef is like cold engine, don't it
in the air and hit an airplane pilot
We pound you, rap surround sounds you
From ten and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with 2Paclypse and
It's like Funk

Mr. Punk
Got the drug stock the lunch box
Pop like I just got jumped
Pop the trunk and pull out the pump
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a
Probably got a waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic calling me up
My man Stan with a gat in his
Staking my house out in a damn tinted
Pull your mouth out till you can't a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
Shop lift through the
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma maybe I'll you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
a dick and two balls
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to piss a priest off with
Pop more than police officers
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
Cause I'm so goddamn off the
I as well be a painting smashed on the floor

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To screw and to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna to this

No what people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No what you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

No matter what say
I'm keep doing my thing
No matter, OH!