Текст песни Eminem - D12 & Eminem - Rap Game

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[Bizarre] The rap game, hip-hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't remember shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You shoulda slayed me as a baby Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since we smacked And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black Cuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac [Eminem] I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out When I see that little Cheney dike get sniped out Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down I'm all for America, fuck the government Tell that seed to Laura, tell the slut to suck a dick Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit's like a samurai sword of Cincy Shit just don't change to this day I'm this way, still tell that utslay ipsbay Upsay my ipnay, 'scuse my ickpay, addelay But uckfay the rap game [Chorus] This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game [Kon Artist] I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me I'm pickin' a rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin' If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin' You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I lived to this wise, speak on when I want when I write So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? OK, you win, you can say we can't rap But no shorts cuz I'm mean (??) say this is whack [Kuniva] I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*} Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction" This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga) I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese With ya seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable, I party anatic They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit Poppin' the tablet and guns to soften my habit(?) [

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