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* Fart

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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men decided to write
And teach Mouseketeers to
I'll Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets years of bad luck
Club and at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap with a therapist
With a up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his
(So who is it?)
The fool who the playground
two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pissed with a with a Marseburg
With a pistol and fed pit bull shit
Sniff sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich I get sued

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

So how's everybody tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna to this

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

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

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the heat
My barrel out the Camero
at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the target
Beef is like cold engine, don't 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
Blood flows with and them
It's like Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug stock the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
With an calling me up there
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out till you finish a damn
Ham sandwich or canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip through a
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's room wall
Hey ma maybe I'll you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a dick and two
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to piss a priest off with
Pop more pills than officers
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
off my dick, hands off my balls
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I as well be a painting smashed on the floor

So how's everybody feeling
Hope you in the to get rude
And to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

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

No what people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No matter you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

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