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Welcome back, to the stage of history |
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[Eminem] |
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Yo.. Slim Shady! |
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I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) |
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Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to |
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The only key that I see to defeat you |
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would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you |
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and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe |
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I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse |
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I ain't tryin to shoot you, |
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I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you |
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Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass |
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and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress |
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Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) |
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**** the planet, until it spins on a broken axis |
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I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket |
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to fill it full of explosive gasses |
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and close it back with a lit match in it |
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while I sit back and just hope it catches |
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Blow you to fragments |
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Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes |
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I see the light at the end |
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But every time I take a step, it gets dim |
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Tell me is this hell we're livin in? |
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If so, heaven's got to be better |
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But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down |
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[J-Black] |
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Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) |
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I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse |
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I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc |
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Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot |
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One day we all gon' die |
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But when I die, I'ma be so high |
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that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare |
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with the chalk outline still there |
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I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot |
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I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock |
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Now if I pray everynight (night) |
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Do I still have to hold my trey very tight? |
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You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth |
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I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse |
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I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse |
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Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk |
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See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface |
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Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith |
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Angels greet me but I don't reply back |
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Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? |
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[Chorus 1/2] |
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[Announcer] |
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Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns |
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Final battle, fight! |
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[Masta Ace] |
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Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso |
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Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso |
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And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger |
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Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger |
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I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound |
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And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds |
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My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger |
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Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her |
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Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager |
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My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel |
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My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel |
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Everyday I grow more older, and more colder |
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Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder |
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I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare |
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[Chorus] |
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[J-Black] |
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But every time I take a step, it gets dim.. |
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Tell me is this hell we're livin in? |
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Haha.. |
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[Announcer] |
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Time's up! |
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You lose! |
