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

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

One of the worst yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, men decided to write songs
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Britney in a room full of mirrors
So she gets years of bad luck
Club and at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of rap terrorist with a therapist
a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants
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 the playground
With two to lay down the school district
Get pissed with a whip a Marseburg
a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks I give two shits
If I get too rich I just get

Yo I leave no engine
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of your
Crashin' Doc the madness
We all out of work like Atlas
Walking cans in a laundry basket
America's most with the army us
Fuck we take what's yours
fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper make pens filled with
I got hoes that don't what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I turn out in to crystal lakes
And fuck face is what I'mma do
Cause what white boy Tyno do

So how's everybody tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't bump to this

So how's everybody feeling
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

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

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's happening with no
Doc rob Dinero when the heat
My hangs out the Camero
at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your the main target
is like cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We pound you, rap sounds around you
From ten speed and brown
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with 2Paclypse and
It's Funk Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug stock the lunch box
Pop like I just got jumped
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, all good
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
Probably got a waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic me up there
My man with a gat in his hand
Staking my out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull mouth out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or
You sip through a straw
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living wall
Hey ma maybe I'll give you a
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
a dick and two balls
I'm giving you all my script
is to piss a priest off with this
Pop pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, off my balls
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 feeling
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

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

No matter what say
I'm gon' keep this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep my thing

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