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Nah man, not quite yet...

I think
you mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
You hurt my god damn feeling, and that was the last one I had
Does this like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade
See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, you're hog tied
MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass the fuckin fall guy
I don't gas my after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwi
Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids & men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its
gimme them digits while your cringin'
Not by the on my chinny-chin-chin
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, catch an by his toe

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

If he hollers better let him go

(You don't own me) Now we go, go, go
Get up baby get a on, like a u-haul
You can your brain like pool balls
You won't ever think of 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, fuck that other shit
Put your eggs in the same
You can count every motherfuckin chicken 'fore it
Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we get it crackin
Like the & Titans, when they clash and
Get your brains so bad
You gonna Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin
Unfashionable, as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole
Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole Elton
See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and stupid 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 of shit that your stocked up
Me, I'm shittin diarrhea at the mouth

Till speakers crap out (pthhhhp)

Ha, what? Girl you got a hot butt, a lit cigarette (Chit- chigarette)
But you get a hot fudge Sunday from me

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

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

You can look, you can and point
But you can't I'm too clairvoyant
I don't get it man, is there a
All weak shit, what am I, steroids?
Well bitch, I'm back with some for that ass
In ya trunk (Hemorrhoids)
And boys...
(You don't own me) Now we go, go, go
Thank you for coming out. you enjoyed the show.
Until time... peace.