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* Fart

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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, men decided to write songs
And teach Mouseketeers to
I'll Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she fifty 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 this rap terrorist a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his
Got a habit of Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who the playground
With two biscuits to lay the school district
Get pissed with a whip with a
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too I just get sued

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

So how's everybody doing
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you wanna bump

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

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

Mr. Rocker
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk I just got jumped
Pop the trunk and out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a
got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
With an calling me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his
Staking my house out in a tinted Sedan
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham or your canned spinach or Spam
You sip through a straw
Shop lift through the
Pictures of me on my mom's living room
Hey ma maybe give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to piss a priest off with
Pop more pills than police
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I as well be a painting smashed on the floor

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't bump

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

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

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