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Ayo, next song is a true story (Come here, bitch)

Cause some things in this
Don't make but somehow (Always seem to fucking work)

1: Eminem]
Driving I-75 about to hop on 696
I look over this fucking trying to fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't a surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting ticked
You're blocking my side mirror, she's yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gonna need a stitch you acting like that, ho
I look like your slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse my last chick when
I accidentally butt her
She me spreading AIDS rumors about her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I back in that accent cause she kept asking me
To calling her CUNT, I SAID I CUNT

Eminem]
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's mic at
Cause you're breaking my
(She said) You're breaking my
you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're my heart
(She said) You're breaking my

[Verse 2:
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm feeling a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesing
I get approached by little skeeser
She asked me am I the G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is cause I spit in your face
Like Cam did that kid on Season
She said I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if hard to do?
I I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belong to who making for you
She said I'm feeling whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just used the swagger, so no

You ain't like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's mic at
Cause you're my heart
(She said) breaking my heart
Cause you ain't really that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's mic at
Cause you're breaking my
(She said) You're breaking my

3: Eminem]
We been riding around in hatchback until I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm trying to shag
Better find love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm trying to hear some from Baghdad
act like you don't like them, them accents, I rap tight
And I'm a torture until we find this place, yeah that's
Thought it was just this light, past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions, oh yeah
You can't read and you can't write, told me that night
She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half
sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of ice
Forgot we had a hitch to the back, we jackknifed
Bitch out of the car, I laughed like, she deserved it
She think I'd act like that in person
(Royce, Marshall just crashed right in of the club)

4: Royce]
Tell him I'll be there in a
I'm trying to break up this cat between my mistress and damn wife
Then a chick a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap, I tell her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm cute
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic
To avoid this chick with a lace front like Venus's and Serena's hooves
I'm just saying, chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, then the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to
Then I step out and see my twin, he gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, this shit"
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he rode
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

They said, you ain't like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, your mic at
Cause you're our heart
(They said) breaking our heart
Cause you really like that, oh oh oh
putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're our heart
(They said) breaking our heart