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One thousand different houses and Munchausen
Sh-, что вы сказали бы своему злейшему врагу
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f- one
Эта убожность - это то, что вы получаете, когда смешиваете предательство с джадой
"Ouch, what the f- you hit me for?"
Затем объедините их с Method Man и Redman с Metham
Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
Фетамины в каждой левой руке, в каждой правой кувалде кувалдо
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
И пижама, стоять перед веб -камерой
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Бить себя в голове, пока Рассел позволил ему отключить Джам
Bi- gave me an extra life, like, "Take this"
Может, мне нужен экзамен на голову, Ганнибал Лектер с мертвым ягненком
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Висеть на потолке, сбивает с помощью сковороды
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Мне нужны лекарства, поклясться Богу, потому что, если я уйду с края
Only bull you should take is by the horns
Т.И. не разговаривай меня с уступа, чувак
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
Сердце пульсирует, что пукнет, ах, нах
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Больше похоже на умную неряшку, частичную каплю, которая нанесет удар вам острым обведником
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more
Ject в сердце и оставьте отметки когти по всей стенах Walmart
Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fighting for
Маленький ребенок с большими шариками
So you fight, scratch, you claw
F- Mud Slingin ', я кровь сбиваю
Backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall
На этой фэлке нет ничего лучше, чем быть
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
Король детской площадки, я ненавижу качели, но мне нравится быть проигравшим
You grab your balls like they're gargantuan and
Потому что, когда меня нажимают, я в конечном итоге Скангин '(Ах)
Ask yourself how f- bad you want it
Никто не поставит ребенка в угол
Pull out your badge for whoopin' a- and flash it on em'
Я только пытаюсь предупредить тебя
Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet
Потому что этот ребенок злится
No one's more ignorant then you f- four in the mornin'
И достает истерику
You're at the laboratory, stormin' like there's nothing that's more important
Он будет переворачиваться на тебя
Emcees, you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Потому что никто не кладет ребенка в угол
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?
Я только пытаюсь предупредить тебя
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
Потому что этот ребенок злится
I ain't finished, b-, I meant in half, oil the blades
И достает истерику
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled little baby, but
Он будет переворачиваться на тебя
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain
And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words?
An erratic train of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain
Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back but don't rap the same (yeah)
And you're looking way thinner
'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a f- booger though
Just to wipe that b- on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a (chika) what? (Chika) G.O.A.T.
Now fling that b- from your fingertips
Hope it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of sh-
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Yo, who's king of this f- English lit'?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand, while extending the sh-
How low can you go? Lower then Chuck D, ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where my Adrian's?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom
I'd never be the same after, now I'm back with an appe-
Tite for destruction and a f- recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly one
Evilest bastard, even you asking for me to be po-
Lite to people's like me having my teeth pulled
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like
An inside of an engine while I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper you'll be the first one who finds him offensive
Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture
Eminem is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma
F- it, let's get to the meatballs
I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes, edumacator (they are)
Sh-, legends are made of, spit treacherous data
Sh- that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with metham
Phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer
And pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam
Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God, 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talkin' me off a ledge, man
Heart throb that'll fart, ah, nah
More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-
Ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Walmart walls
Little baby with large balls
F- mud slingin', I'm blood flingin'
There's nothing on this f- Earth better than being the
King of the playground, I hate the swings but I love being an underdog
'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (ah)
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
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