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Eminem Feat. Obie Trice, D12 - Outro

Recording Year: 2003


Nah, we ainít done [echo]
I love bein hated, it great it
Letís me know that I made it
I wouldnít have it no other way
I wouldnít trade it for the world
Only letís me know that Iím loved
by so many other motherfuckers that ainít you
And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pullin the rug from up under you
And whatís ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
so much there ainít nothin that we love more than Pullin Your Skirts Up
And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
whatís up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els
Do unto others of 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 [gun cocks]
You will ask youself, how come your mans
didnít enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jacksonís ass while he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we canít
This is past any irrationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
soon as we enter the Ď106th & Parkí building
Someoneís gonna get killed and I swear to God
if someone so much as even touches one of my people
Iíll put a million on his head
And you ainít got the funds to match or counteract it
But Iíd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ainít because Iím a bitch
Itís because I ainít a bitch, I donít endanger people that Iím with
Iím a general, I ainít Bush, I donít send my soldiers to war
Iím right there in the middle of the shit with Ďem, so when I do get íem
Orders to storm your headquarters, youíll be fuckin with a ..

[Swifty McVay]
Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ainít even that deep
I got heat thatíll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]
See I wouldnít fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
Iíll be searchin for you longer than the ďLegend of ZeldaĒ
Without a failure, thereís gonna be hell to tell the
captain that a bassett hound couldnít 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 [explosion] with my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddamís kids

[Obie Trice]
Motherfucker, Iíll 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
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what Iím involved in now
A ĎDozen Dirtyí niggaz and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said ďall men get downĒ ([gunshot], címon)

While your punchin and tacklin punks
Iím handlin chumps, packin a pump
thatís longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]
On the streets Iím a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, Iíll shot you and scream ďincrease the peaceĒ
A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I donít think mama beat me enough
When she was sleepin 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 Lugged up
Who Want What like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]

Know much about my a land ski
Donít 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 soldiers (címon, [gunshot])
We the soldiers, yaíll the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot]
Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof]
Iím back nigga (woof), I reappear
Shoot like [gunshot], homie steer clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice

Thereís three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my life
I donít even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
Bitch, Bizarre donít give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]
This Ja Rule beef I ainít gettin in
Iíll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
Iíll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
Iíll Shit on You, Iíll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you ďDevilís Night 2Ē

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