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Don’t ask me what’s up with the hoes, I’m still working the kinks out
Love stinks, that explains all this anger that’s spillin’ out
And I ain’t chilling out. Got an Oscar but I’m still a grouch
I use it as a doorstop and a prop for the broken leg for the couch
Yelawolf, Shady, Tony-Touch, Slaughterhouse
Yeah the SWAT team ’bout to break them flyswatters out
Go to hell in a drought, break ice waters out
Nice try shorty wop, we can windowshop the jewelry store
But Christ for that price coulda bought a house
Besides only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out
It’s F.Y.I, if ya ain’t knowing
What, go with you? Where? Nah, ain’t going
Oh wait, you wanna date? Oh, well in that case ho, it’s June 8th, oh!
And kinda like Beethoven composin’ a symphony of hate
So much hate woven into these raps
He stitches a bitch, straight sewin’
Shit, I’m beginning to hate clothing
I hate overalls cause they remind me of hoes
For Christ sake, they’re shaped like an H woah and
You know what else starts with H though?
Hockey, shit, thought I had the place flowing
I hate to put you on ice but
You already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going
Plus you remind me of cocaine, ho
You always in the mirror with your face
So, I feel an urge to put you all in a line
And chop you with a razor blade, yo wait, I’m an a-hole
Devil with a halo
Hell yeah, I’d nail J-Lo to the railroad
Say I won’t! Better hope you can stay afloat
When I take the wind out your sailboat
But, I ain’t playing yo! Dope as Shady?
Don’t kid yourself, bitch you ain’t even a baby goat

Nah, we ain’t done
I love bein’ hated, it great
It let’s me know that I made it
I wouldn’t have it no other way
I wouldn’t trade it for the world
Only let’s me know that I’m loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain’t you
And is bomb, as you keep fuckin’ with us, we keep fuckin’ you up
And keep pullin’ the rug from up under you
And what’s even more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
So much there ain’t nothin that we love more than “Pullin’ Your Skirts Up”
And exposin’ you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
What’s up with them fuckin one dough a man under rules
Do on to others as you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you
You gonna ask yourself, how come your mans
Didn’t enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson’s ass while he had the chance
You keep askin’ us to keep it on wax but we can’t
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin’
Soon as we enter the ‘106th & Park’ building
Someone’s gonna get killed and I swear to God
If someone so much as even touches one of my people
I’ll put a million on his head
And you ain’t got the funds to match or counteract it
But I’d rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ain’t because I’m a bitch
It’s because I ain’t a bitch, I don’t endanger people that I’m with
I’m a general, I ain’t Bush, I don’t send my soldiers to war
If I ain’t there in the middle of the shit with ’em, so when I do get ’em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you’ll be fuckin with a…
Fuckin with a piece keeper, see you a nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That’ll eat ya, niggas wanna keep speakin’, like it ain’t even that deep
I got heat that’ll sweep a nigga street
See I wouldn’t fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I’ll be searchin’ for you longer than the Legend of Zelda
Without a failure, there’s gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a bassett hound couldn’t even smell ya
Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon
With my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddam’s wigs
Motherfucker, I’ll handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A Average Man flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/eminem/-/defence.html]
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break a pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Pushin’ crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin’ green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what I’m involved in now
A ‘Dozen Dirty’ niggas and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said all men get out
(Eminem: c’mon)
While your punchin’ and tacklin’ punks
I’m handlin’ chumps, packin’ a pump
That’s longer than the elephant trunk
On the streets I’m a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, I’ll shot you and scream ” increase the peace”
A monster, pistol packin’ pushin’ niggas off they Hondas
Stomp ya, get it crackin’, yankin’ bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I don’t think mama beat me enough
When she was sleep and stuff, I was stealin’ the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin’ and lumped up
Who Want What like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin’
Don’t muscle with my a land ski
Don’t tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the shoulders (c’mon
)
We the soldiers, y’all the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster
Upstairs the Munster, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster
I’m back nigga (Proof), I reappear
Shoot like
, you ain’t seein’ clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice (bitch)
There’s three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin’ wife beaters
A gat that describes my life (damn)
I don’t even know who song this is
Bitch, Bizarre don’t give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top and Reeboks
This Ja Rule beef I ain’t gettin’ in
I’ll need an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
I’ll fuck your mommy and go fishin’ with your granny
I’ll Shit on You, I’ll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you Devil’s Night 2

If you didn’t know that you were right for me
Then there’s nothing I can say
Tried to call you out to spend some time to see
But somebody’s in your way
Tried to let it go and say I’m over you
I’m not over you
But I’m trying

Party for one
If you don’t care about me
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat
I’ll be the one
If you don’t care about me
Making love to myself
Back on my beat

You don’t want my love
If you don’t care about me
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat
Party for one
If you don’t care about me
Making love to myself
Back on my beat
Ahh, ahh, ahh

Once upon a time, I thought you wanted me
Was there no one else to kiss? (No one else to kiss)
Was it all a dream I let myself believe?
I’m not over this (I’m not over this)
But I’m trying

Party for one (Hey)
If you don’t care about me
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat
I’ll be the one
If you don’t care about me
(You don’t care that I’m)
Making love to myself
Back on my beat

You don’t want my love
If you don’t care about me
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat (Back on my beat)
Party for one
If you don’t care about me
(You don’t care about me)
Making love to myself (Hey)
Back on my beat
Ahh, ahh (Back on my beat)
Ahh, ahh, ahh

Back on my beat
Back on my beat
Party for one
‘Cause you don’t care about me
Back on my beat
Back on my beat
Party for one
Back on my beat

You don’t want my love
If you don’t care about me
(You don’t care about me)
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat (Back on my beat)
Party for one
If you don’t care about me
(You don’t care that I’m)
Making love to myself
Back on my beat
Ahh

Back on my beat
Back on my beat (Ahh)
Party for one (Ahh)
(Back on my beat)
Back on my beat
Back on my beat (Ahh)
Party for one
Ahh

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Flip money like flipper
Drunk off of liquor
Had to get my cup, dog, I’m a big sipper
Hand on the trigger
Now I’m a killer
Hand full of—
I’m the drug dealer
Filler, clip full of bullets to your liver
Sticker, straight eat your face for my dinner
Winner, ’cause I got bags on me now
Every show a hunnit thou
Man, I’m the cash cow
Used to rob for a living
Pullin’ them pistols out
I just got out of prison
They wondering how
A minority in getting majority of cash
Baby momma in my ear
I’m ignoring her ass

[Verse 2: Bones]
Drop back, cop that
Got the key to the game I’mma lock that
Fall back
Talk that shit if you want just know that I’ll pop back
Man down, try to step up but you laying down
Hands bound, tell her go hard no one cares now
Fuck that buck back if you’re really down
Your crew ain’t no shit
Sympathetic to the core, bitch
Got some but I want more, bitch
Wanna fight, then that’s war, bitch
SESH bring you to your knees better say please
If you really wanna see your life evolve then convince me
Turn you to minced meat, you will regret meeting me
I’m nothing like you think when you see me on the fucking screen

[Chorus: Andy Hull]
I didn’t want you to fall like that
Didn’t really have time to take it back
And I was trying really hard to punish him
I didn’t know that, didn’t know that, didn’t know that, didn’t know that
I don’t want anyone else to feel like that
All I wanted was somebody to light the path
Didn’t really matter what I wanted
Didn’t really matter what I wanted

[Verse 1: Bones]
I know we can talk it out, but I don’t want to
I am me, you are you, do what you want to
I know that sorry’s are never enough to
Mend what I did, but it only feels right to
I am on a ride that I asked to be on
The point of no return’s behind too far gone
I can never hide all this fear in my heart
So I will start by telling you I was wrong

[Chorus: Andy Hull]
I didn’t want you to fall like that
Didn’t really have time to take it back
And I was trying really hard to punish him
I didn’t know that, didn’t know that, didn’t know that, didn’t know that
I don’t want anyone else to feel like that
All I wanted was somebody to light the path
Didn’t really matter what I wanted
Didn’t really matter what I wanted