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| Eminem The Slim Shady LP Just Don't Give A Fuck Intro Frogg: Whoa, a get your hands in the air and get to clappin 'em, and like, back and forth bacause, ah, this is what you thought it wasn't. It bes the brothers roughest to enter, dirty dozen. I be the F-R-O and double G *coughing in background* And check out the man he goes by the name of ... Verse 1 Eminem, (Frogg): Slim Shady Brain dead like Jan Brady I'm a M80 You little like that Kim lady I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty writin rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you pressed a double album Admit it, fuck it, I'll be coming out in the open I'm doin acid, crack, smack, smokin dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The proof is in the pudding just ask the Shawn Holman I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman Chorus: So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin fuck the world like 2-Pac, I just don't give a fuck Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mack And tellin your boys that I'm on crack, I just don't give a fuck So, put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack,I just don't give a fuck You see me on the street and duck, Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and snuck Cause I just don't give a fuck Verse 2 Eminem, (Frogg): I'm nicer than P, but I'm on a search to crush your milkbone I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols But I form like Voltran and blast you with my soda missles Slim Shady, M&M is my old initials (Bye-bye) Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion Illunious, zanious, spontaneous, sporatic Impulsive thinker, impulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin your dead body inside of a fucking trash can With more holes than an afghan Chorus Verse 3 Eminem: Somebody let me out this limousine, I'm a caged demon On stage screamin like Rage Against The Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin Clinically braindead, I don't need a second opinion Fuck droppin the jaw, I'm flippin the sacred treasure I'll bite your motherfuckin style just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam that's when my face strayed Went to gym in eighth grade raped the womens swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in Chorus Outro Eminem: Hey, fuck that! Outsidaz Pace One Young Zee |
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