poniedziałek, 14 maja 2012

No one's ller - Eminem

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy

Especially when I step inside this bitch, dipped freshly

New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs

Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scubs

Grippin' 40-bottles like fuckin' PEPSI CLUBS

Down a fifth, crack open a sixth

I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss

I'm hollerin' at these hos that got boyfriends

Who gives a fuck who they was

I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does

They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?

We walked up, stomped they asses, and blew they buzz

Mics get sandblasted

Stab your abdomen with a handcrafted pocketknife and spill your antacid

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it

Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket

Talkin' shit will get you, your girl, and your man blasted

Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic

Get your damn ass kicked by these fantastic

Furious four motherfuckers

Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters


Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

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