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Nah man, not quite finished yet... | Girl I think | You just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
Nah man, not quite finished yet... Girl I think You just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad You just hurt my god damn feeling, and that was the last one I had Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperate Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog tied MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog whistle when I walk by Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin fall guy I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwi Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids women & men Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its engine Bitch gimme them digits while your cringin' Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin Will I spen-spend even ten cents on you Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny Shit if I think a penny's pretty Just image how beautiful, a quarter is to me Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an eskimo by his toe While he's tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him lose his cool If he hollers better let him go ya'll (You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go Get up baby get a move on, like a u-haul You can rack your brain like pool balls You won't ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called? Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak it Evil, I see hear and speak it Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit Put your eggs in the same basket You can count every motherfuckin chicken 'fore it hatches Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we gonna get it crackin Like the Kraken & Titans, when they clash and Get your brains bashin so bad You gonna have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin Unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at me bitch I ain't in the mood for the shit, gif my dick, Google it till it pops up Ya'll are so motherfuckin full of shit that your stocked up Me, I'm always shittin diarrhea at the mouth Till your speakers crap out (pthhhhp) Ha, what? Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette (Chit- chigarette) But you won't get a hot fudge Sunday from me So do not strut my way slut, because... (You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar Ima show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the fuck for Now look you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want more Bitch it's time to put the math back in the Mathers Cuz I'm a fuckin' (problem), run boy! Every flow, got it mastered So every last word, hat you fuckin' fags heard Comes straight from the fish's ass Yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-turd Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any Eat your heart out Hannibal, Understandable why you're jealous Fuckin' animal, I got cannibal magnetism Can't resist 'em now can ya hoe? Shady, I don't understand ya flow Understand my flow? Bitch I flow, like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy Don't you dare try to follow or compare boy I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy You can look, you can stare and point But you can't touch I'm too clairvoyant I don't get it man, is there a void All this weak shit, what am I, steroids? Well bitch, I'm back with some shit for that ass In ya trunk elephant (Hemorrhoids) And remember boys... (You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go Thank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show. Until next time... peace.
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