Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen (Haha) Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain`t got medicine I got bars, Xenocin I`m a bad b-tch, I`m a bitch And I`ll kick that hoe, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, b-tch, I`m in the look You want a job, this ain`t cuttin` it Nicki Minaj is who you ain`t f-ckin` with You li`l brag a lot, I get you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it`s tough But enough is enough
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Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Eminem I ain`t into S&M, but my whip`s off the string A small bead of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-a-s mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, f-ckin` pencil for a frame You don`t wish it then peel off, b-tch Every last woman on Earth I`ll kill off, and I still wouldn`t f-ck you, slut So wipe the grin on your grill off, I trust to God I`ll make a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin`, spin, and roll off Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod Quit hollerin` Why, God? He ain`t got s-it to do with it Bygones`ll never be bygones, so won`t be finished swallowin` my wad I ain`t finished blowin` it, nice bra Hope it`ll fit a tough titty, b-tch Life`s hard, I trust to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my f-ckin` face and called me a f-ckin` tightwad So eventually I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealin` my music, so I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod! The lesson to the report is, life`s treatin` you like dry sod? Kick it backwards in its face, my God It`s Shadowy and Nicki Minaj, you might observe the sight quite odd But don`t ask why, b-tch (Ask why not)
The wo-world is my punchin` bag and If I`m garbage, you`re a lot of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the point so I can lunge and round it
Like a, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon You fly off, off, they musta bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I`m `bout to go off the thick end I told you to continue in your lane, you just choked in traffic
Nicki Minaj (I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin` you b-tches on? Is it my mistake that all of you b-tches gone? Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I`ma wrap your coffin with a bow (Ni-ni-ni) Nicki, she`s just mad `do you took the spot Word, that b-tch mad `cause I took the place? Well, b-tch, if you ain`t s-ittin`, then get off the pot Got some ***** out in Brooklyn that`ll off your top I-I-I-I see them mumblin`, I see the cacklin` I got `em scared, shook, panickin` Overseas, church, Vatican You at a stand, still, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I`m the motherf-ckin` boss, overwrite And when I pluck up, vroom, motorbike Now all my ***** gettin` bucked, overbite I see them dusty-a-s Filas, Levi`s Raggedy-a-s, holes in your knee-highs I visit the play, now do you see why? These b-tches callin` me Manning, Eli (Manning, Eli! Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli These b-tches callin` me (Manning, Eli)
Eminem A-a-a-a-all you li`l faggots can draw it No home, but I`ma stick it to `em like refrigerator magnets And I`m crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look who`s back again, b-tch, keep actin` as if You get the same pa-sion that I have Yeah, right, still hungry, my a-s You a-sdicks had gastric bypa-s Ain`t hot enough to set flame to dry gra-s And `round as red as hair on eyelids (Eyelash! Go make a flyin` leap of faith off a f-ckin` balcony `Fore I thrust a falcon wing up your fly a-s You love what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nicki`s worlds cla-s It`s (high cla-s) meets (white trash)
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Grown men! Grown men! Stop it, stop it! You`ve gone mad, mad, I assure you, mad! You and this boy Slim Shady! What`s goin` on? They`ll lock you away! They`ll put you in a jail cell! I promise! Take your mother`s warning, Roman Please Back to bed! Run along! Let`s go! Come on! Wash your talk out with soap, boys (Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys?)PARTAGER CETTE CHANSON SUR FACEBOOK
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