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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And teach Mouseketeers to
I'll stick Britney Spears in a room of mirrors
So she gets fifty of bad luck
Club and swear at Christina
When I grab her by the and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a of holding 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 down the school
Get pissed a whip with a Marseburg
With a grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too rich I just get

Yo I leave with no
I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Crashin' Doc stir the
We all out of work like Tony
Walking with in a laundry basket
America's most the army after us
Fuck flossin' we take what's
Unload fifteen like an ace and
I'm out of work but Doc them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what is
Doc can shave up, cut your barber
?
I turn out in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches face is I'mma do
Cause that's what white boy do

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

So how's everybody tonight?
you in the mood to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

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

Yo when my gat it hospital son admitted
Rip your lips off my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's happening with no
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when hoes is hard to breathe from
the gat your town bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the target
is like cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We pound you, rap sounds around you
From ten and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
flows with 2Paclypse and them
It's like Doctor

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

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

So how's everybody doing
Hope you in the to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my if y'all don't wanna bump to this

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

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