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* Fart

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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And teach Mouseketeers to
I'll stick Britney in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad
Club and at Christina Aguilera
When I her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a crawled up his pants
Got a habit of holding in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pissed with a whip with a
With a pistol and fed pit bull shit
glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich I get sued

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

So everybody doing tonight?
Hope you in the to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this

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

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

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

Mr. Punk
Got the drug stock inside the box
Pop like I just got jumped
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun
Knock wood, all good
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic upstairs in the attic
With an automatic calling me up
My man Stan a gat in his hand
my house out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham or your canned spinach or Spam
You sip through a straw
lift through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living room
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
off my dick, hands off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
Cause I'm so goddamn off the
I might as well be a painting on the floor

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

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

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

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