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Nah man, not quite yet...

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

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

If he better let him go ya'll

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

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

your speakers crap out (pthhhhp)

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

So do not my way slut, because...
(You don't own me) Now we go, go, go
And now that I got your panties in a bunch and bowels in an uproar
Ima show you why I came, so you stop me what the fuck for
Now you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want more
Bitch it's time to put the back in the Mathers
Cuz I'm a (problem), run boy!
Every flow, got it
So last word, hat you fuckin' fags heard
straight from the fish's ass
Yeah, in other words, I'm a
Lookin' at me like a Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty
No morals, are in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any
Eat heart out Hannibal, Understandable why you're jealous
Fuckin' animal, I got cannibal
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 dare try to or compare boy
I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, 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 weak shit, am I, steroids?
Well bitch, I'm back with some shit for ass
In ya elephant (Hemorrhoids)
And boys...
(You don't own me) Now we go, go, go
Thank you for coming out. Hope you the show.
Until time... peace.