название:

Busa Rhyme


автор:

Eminem


жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Platinum Collection 2001
рейтинг: ★★★★★ / 5.1 / 1118 просмотров
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim ShadyWell, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodesThere's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark WahlbergComin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out and back out
Lookin' for some other thug, to beat the crap outI'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun can't even understand itWon't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boyI had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically
(One more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween followingIt's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls flushCovered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made this rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nuttin'Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boyTurn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want, what you want, ahh, uhh, yoA person from another planet might disagree with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on EarthSlim Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady, MisdemeanorI'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' next to youFuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming)Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfireY'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's dieYo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the messIt's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? Bitch get downDon't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later or get your ass kicked nowUhh, one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool, cool
Triple zero
Это интересно:Его настоящее имя - Маршалл Брюс Мэтерс III (Ванилла Айс), появился он на свет в маленьком городке Сент-Джозеф, штате Миссури, 17 октября 1972 года в не слишком благополучной семье. Его отец и мать были участниками шоу-группы, дающей представления по кабакам вдоль границ штата. Однако после рождения Маршала они недолго прожили вместе - спустя пять или шесть месяцев, отец собрал пожитки и ушел... продолжение
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