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| Lyrics To Eminem | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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CHORUS: Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)... my name is... Slim Shady Hi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)... my name is... Slim Shady (2x) Ahem...excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second... Hi kids! Do you like violence? (yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick nine inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (uh huh!) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (yeah yeah!) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..) Dr. Dre said: "Slim Shady you a basehead..." Uh-uhhh! "Then why's ya face red, man you wasted..." Well since age 12 I've felt like I'm someone else Cuz I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of hash and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off CHORUS My English teacher wanted to have sex in junior high The only problem was my English teacher was a guy I smacked him in his face with an eraser Chased him with a stapler And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Owwwwwwww!) Walked in a strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender and stuck my dick in the tip cup (Wsssshhhhh...) Extraterrestrial, killin' pedestrians Rapin' lesbains while they screamin': "LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!" 99% of my life I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!) You know you blew up when the women rush the stands To try to touch your hands like the screamin' Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!) This guy's wife passed so asked for my autograph So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE' CHORUS Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!) Dr. Dre don't just stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide, I just drank a fifth of vodka...dare me to drive? (Go 'head.) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years, my palms are too hairy to hide Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere.) When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME HUH? YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! I lay awake and slap myself in the bed Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!) I'm steamin' mad (Arrrggghhh!) And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah.) Tell him I slit his throat in this dream I had | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Lyrics to Kid Rock | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy | Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie My name is Kid....... KID ROCK! And this is for the questions That don't have any answers The midnight glancers And the topless dancers The gander freaks Car packed with speakers The G's with the 40's And the chicks with beepers The northern lights And the southern comfort And it don't even matter If their are punctured All the crackheads The critics, the cynics And all my heroes In the methadone clynics All you bastards in the I.R.S For the crooked cops And the cluttered desks For the shots of jack Pints of love And the fifth's of stress For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood And for my hoods Of the world misunderstood I said it's all good It's all in fun Now get in the pit And try love someone For the time bombs tickin' And the heads they hang All the gangs gettin' money And all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs The porno flicks All my homies in the county In cellblock six The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook For D.B. Cooper And the money he took You can look for answers But that ain't fun Now get in the pit And try to love someone What Come on Love Love And for the hate And for the peace War Come On
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