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[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter what say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' keep doing my

One of the worst yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And teach to sing
stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets years of bad luck
Club and at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a crawled up his pants
Got a habit of Tylenol in his hands
Till it in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school
Get pissed with a whip a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I with no engine
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Crashin' Doc stir the
We all out of work like Tony
with cans in a laundry basket
America's most with the after us
flossin' we take what's yours
Unload like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it from
make pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't know Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I turn out camps in to lakes
And fuck bitches face is what do
Cause what white boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if y'all wanna bump to this

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't bump

No matter people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm happening with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the heat
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the target
Beef is like cold engine, start it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane
We you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
flows with 2Paclypse and them
It's Funk Doctor

Mr. Punk
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
Probably got a waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his
my house out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or
You gotta sip through a
Shop lift the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's room wall
Hey ma I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a dick and two
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to piss a off with this
Pop pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I as well be a painting smashed on the floor

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

So how's everybody doing
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't bump to this

No what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No what you may think
I'm gon' keep doing my

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep doing my
No matter, OH!