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Eminem - Must be The Ganja

Album: Relapse
Recording Year: 2009

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[ Verse 1 ]

Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, Iím so la-di-da so
Lyrical rise flow, give back the tobasco
You mother fuckers musta not know the tic tac songs
Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshole
She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso
Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so
You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
You do not want to try this at home my novato
This is niether the time or the place to get macho
So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow
Itís not what you expected, tho what you thought though
Bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

[ Chorus ] x2

It must be the ganja
Itís the marijuana
Whatís screeping upon me while Iím so high
Maybe itís the hindi that has gotten in me
Whateverís gotten into me I donít mind

[ Verse 2 ]

Your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the drill
Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
Youíre submitting to skill, sitting still, Iím admitting, Iím beginning to feel
Like I donít think anyoneís real
Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please donít upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama
Donít know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
Donít want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row
Put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
And which motel which lake they found her in
And how they attacked the victim
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one
Which night it was done, what kid would write there was none
So sloppy like this itís fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

[ Chorus ] x2

It must be the ganja
Itís the marijuana
Whatís screeping upon me while Iím so high
Maybe itís the hindi that has gotten in me
Whateverís gotten into me I donít mind

[ Verse 3 ]

When Iím behind a mic dynamite is what its kinda like
Get stuck with that same stick that youíre trying to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
Isnít it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
Maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
Heres a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
He can give her some, she can give him some
Get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
Youíre spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance Iím
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
Capable of bringing a bullets a still unbelievable bullets a
Titanium brain thatís full of, surprises
When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos eyes
Good evening, this ainít even a weed thing,
I didnít even smoke anything , I didnít even drink anything

[ Chorus ]


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