Eminem - Session One

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise! Aww sh**, yeah Y'all ready to get this sh** started or what? Aight, well I brought some friends with me too [Eminem] Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin' I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'nac Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin' Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin' Whoa-oh, I can't see sh**, my words get to slurrin' Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble! What's occurrin' before, after endurin' the show Has no bearin' on the bad news I'm barin', whoa What is it, wordplay? No I'm pushin' you out the do' So s**k my d**k on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your f**kin' feet 'til you get to squishin' a h** It's pandemo-nium standin' know when you see him, oh Damn baby you look good, you're givin' me wood You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a hood It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both Break bread while I'm coppin' over this game to pinch a loaf Now homie who's your favorite pain in the a**? Who claims to be spittin' the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash Went through 'em and laughed, came back an hour After the accident and bit a g**damn Jawbreaker in half So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' your a** Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap And Just Blaze on the track, what's the f**k's more amazin' than that? S**t, answer me that, Royce where you at? [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you, lump on your head designed by a bar stool Designed by a cartoon Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall The 9 tucked against the linin' I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69in' It's like Rick James is shootin' up your house n**ga! F**k yo' couch n**ga! You're screamin' f**k the world with your middle finger up While I'm over here shovin' my d**k in a hole in the mud My b**ch, know I'm perfectly fit, for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns, blow your brains On your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad cerebral You on your last burrito! (What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin' Get a beat then terrorize that b**ch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' that Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the f**k you at? [Joell Ortiz] I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years Ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares I harbor the art, of you nice swear It's type weird cause that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer Homie chill, listen, I swear, I'm God I give tracks a Holy-feel, and they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waitin' to be hooked to IV as well when you look at my pee And this joint (no exception) so just point (a direction) And record the pig's oink (when I rip his intestine) This isn't just an infection, this won't go away With penicillin' injections, millions of questions Arose after they did an inspection what I exhibit Seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it