I'm getting paid for these shows that I throw lately You ask me why do I keep her, I say it's cheaper to No me conoces and yet you wants to battle Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here Airwaves the same, now the stereo's typical Even if I wanted to quit, I ain't got no choice It means your booty claps Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup, I'd be a horrible magician, 'cause I'd fuck a trick up. Come out the shadows, I heard this vato hates me Ayy, B, let's see: you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z, Don't put a K in front of that, though, when I MC, 'Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth, So kill the rumors, it ain’t happenin'; I’ma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel, Hard White (Remix) by Yelawolf (Ft. Lil Jon, Slaughterhouse & T.I. Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors But what it's like to pick a fight with me [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Told him all bitches rattle, pense que lo sabias [Verse 3: Crooked I] It's raw, you keeping acting like you don't know Mouse, nigga I’m roaming in the shadows and vatos can't locate me
And my method is of deadly illusions Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti engines Crazy, how the fuck could you son me? Enemigas they collapse like carga, it's that needle in my vein Before you die you should do the Jada and leave a will, for real And give these malillones a little fucking lesson Diggin' a ditch for different spitters A psychotic rhymer, I'm kind of a (Dahmer) With a bunch of meatheads like, "Fuck it, I'll just feed 'em a cow."
I made it right before their eyes, like I was Benihana's Plenty of white boys to pick from this year But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles [Verse 5: Crooked I] I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face Look like without having to sell your soul From his "Shadez of Grey" album. [Hook] Will there ever come a day when they could slay me? Fresh outta the mental hospital When it come to 16's, I'm a fiend
(Thank you, cracker king!) Them lead showers is coming, fuck is you saying?
[Chorus: Eminem] Here to kill you pussies, don't ask what we came for Flippin' the script up, like Mike Vick I'ma say, "Check your tone and watch your mouth!"
Some panties, and an aqua blue Mazda Better speed up, or at least in my case Adidas
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I’m looking for my perro, the one that they call Shady
Is puke lukewarm? Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight Don't ask what the squeegee's for There's lightning, BITCH! Cause they must’ve thought that I’d be alone Don't put a K in front of that, though, when I MC Enough raps from you scrub cats 'bout cockin' a snub back Between Michael Rapaport and Kenny Lattimore But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater Snap out your dream, you gots to take action Yo soy Conejo Trix, the gates of Hell I spoon-feed 'em a sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns That's why I ride around in a Rolls, like Wiz Khalifa do