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Nah man, not quite yet...

I think
you just mighta try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
You just hurt my god feeling, and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, trying to games, see the saw blade
See the silhouette, of a stalker in walk way, better cooperate
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, you're hog tied
MCs get so quiet, you can em all fucking dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, on that ass like the fuckin fall guy
I gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwi
Cuz it will turn a gremlin and run over kids women & men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its
Bitch gimme digits while your cringin'
Not by the on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spen-spend even ten on you
Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a penny
if I think a penny's pretty
Just how beautiful, a quarter is to me
Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, an eskimo by his toe

he's tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him lose his cool

If he hollers let him go ya'll

(You own me) Now here we go, go, go
Get up baby get a on, like a u-haul
You can rack brain like pool balls
You won't ever think of this shit, honey you called?
here I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak it
Evil, I see hear and it
Lady put your on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same
You can count every chicken 'fore it hatches
Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we get it crackin
Like the & Titans, when they clash and
Get your bashin so bad
You gonna have Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin
Unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a asshole
Now let's take that line, run it up the pole with Elton
See if cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at me bitch
I ain't in the mood for the shit, gif my dick, it till it pops up

Ya'll are so full of shit that your stocked up
Me, I'm always diarrhea at the mouth

Till your speakers out (pthhhhp)

Ha, what? Girl you got a hot butt, a lit cigarette (Chit- chigarette)
But you won't get a hot fudge from me

So do not my way slut, because...
(You own me) Now here we go, go, go
And now that I got your in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
Ima show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the for
Now look you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you more
Bitch it's to put the math back in the Mathers
Cuz I'm a (problem), run boy!
flow, got it mastered
So every last word, hat you fuckin' fags
straight from the fish's ass
Yeah, in words, I'm a bass-turd
Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? still plenty
No morals, are in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, Understandable why jealous
animal, I got cannibal magnetism
Can't resist 'em now can ya
Shady, I understand ya flow Understand my flow?

Bitch I flow, Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
Don't you try to follow or compare boy
I'm raw, you ain't medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy

You can look, you can stare and
But you can't touch I'm too
I don't get it man, is a void
All this shit, what am I, steroids?
Well bitch, I'm back with shit for that ass
In ya elephant (Hemorrhoids)
And boys...
(You own me) Now here we go, go, go
you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show.
Until time... peace.