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アーティスト:Bad Meets Evil  アルバム:Shady XV 

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Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Eminem Got a shit-eating grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City Since when did we begin to get dignity No diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your figgity-friends I'm lookin' at your bum-stiggity-bum, hun The miggity mack's biggity back, don't act wiggity-wack You can get the figgity-finger; the middle You little dizzy bitch, sit and spiggaty-spin Got a 6 o'clock cravin', stop, get Ciroc It's 'bout to be an unbelievable night I'll call it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in Hit the spot, spot my next victim I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin' Came to sip vodka, shit Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear But I bet if I licke her, she'll try to chase me (Ha-ha) What are you: pit, rott, mixed? Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then let's lip-lock If not, then trick, piss off, you snobby little pig snot nose You think you're hot shit 'cause you're in heat Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog 'Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin' My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like the shit's sobbin' And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin' So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this If not, then kick rocks in flip flops And I produced the track So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!) So crank the volume 'til it's bangin' and I'ma keep on sayin' All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for sayin' And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again Like Joplin and if that don't do the job of killin' Shady, then the karma will They sayin' I must bring it as Mohammad Until the Parkinson's done ate away my brain And made me Robin Williams crazy Or I end up with dementia, but you rockin' with a sadist Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertainin' I ain't stoppin' 'til we explain it Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shakin' But before I tie a rope around this nob If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until - Wait, I just forgot what I was thinkin'... What's it called again? I'm blankin' The thing above the balls between my legs And I think that I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny Wait, I think that I got it, okay, bitch I got you, Robin Williams hangin' Bitch don't hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me Come on kemosabe It's past time, like your favorite hobby 'Cause if the way that I spit she remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer Or should I say Cobainer? That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit Gotta weiner off it, wane her off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpit And she begun to swing a karambit knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her train of thought is 'Cause I came to conquer it, hit it, quit it, and made her plain b-bonkers And I always end up giving these bitches a complex And I don't mean apartment So spread your feet apart And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits Now grab this Cuisinart And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?) Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick? I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick Bet you if you give this old dog these new tricks To get familiar with I learned extra quick Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist Cha-cha-cha Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey


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