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EMINEM - Sway In The Morning Freestyle Lyrics

Let's take them back to the future (bars)
Bars, like Paul Rosenberg
The small frozen turd (don't censor me man)
Alright look, I had class, I just got expelled
I excelled at nothin' in school
So if u're tryna test my patience it just failed
But King Mathers, I still get hailed
So call me sire, like I exhaled
After I had a deep ass breath held
I get swell, that'll make my size double XL
So kiss yo highness's hinded ass
While I'm tryna stretch, it's time to exercise
I'm flexin', ice-o-metrics
Twice the reps 'til I get extra-sized
And set my bi's and pecs and triceps on fire
Cuz I'm comin' out guns blazin'
Like flamin' pythons, my suggestion is parental discretion
Be advised, due to this mental aggression
We advise ya to back up, like Byron Leftwich
I'm infectious, I rhyme like I got a sinus infection
A virus, I'm congested and I just ingested
Five Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, tryna mess wit my mind
I'm a regular Hyde and Jekyll
White wit freckles but I silence hecklers
Ya might wanna head for the fire exits
I'm comin' thru' like a wreckin' ball
Ya would swear I think highly of Miley
And I respect her, the way I backhand her
Excuse my French, Montana, but I am worried about nuttin'
God damn it, I'm a sexist, I drive a Lexus
Textses out of her mind, and I'm in Texas
Wit a chainsaw, wait, what did I forget this
Time, oh, my machetes gettin' upset, he said
He was ready for me to come get him from inside the shed
It was time, he's restless
He wants to make blood shed like a storage unit
But before I do it, let me think this thru'
Cuz if I behead this bitch then I'd be headless (**slurping noise**)
Mic check, one, two
I ain't barely check the mic just yet
And I just sweared like twice as many times
In less than ninety seconds
Than Andrew fuckin' Dice eva did in his fuckin' life
But I guess I'm expected to make these kinds of violent records
It's why I keep rhymin' reckless
Fuck it, I swear, like a diamond necklace
Since freestylin' ova phone tap, my line's connected
Wit rhymes that kept in touch wit the fans
That's why the mo' bars, the betta my reception
And I give a fuck about sales, and fuck pop, I don't even like refreshments
Cindy Crawford tryna fend me off with a bendy straw
At the waffle house, awful mouth
But if ya don't like what I'm talkin' about then block me out
Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me down
Kicks me and socks me, ow
Apparently still mad ova what i said last year
On that Vegas track, I just look stupid and stand there
And try to act like I can't hear
What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear
That's when my man Denaun Porter ran behind me to pantomime
That if ya want to kick his ass, stand in line
Hands is down my pants as I fantasize takin' advantage
Of Brandy and Janet by grabbin' my Spanish Fly
Like a blind Hispanic guy with his zipper stuck
Give a fuck, it's all part of my grand design
To get Amanda Bynes to come and fuckin' blow me like a dandelion
Betta watch yo step, ya bout to cross an outlandish mine
I'm what ya get if Aaron Hernandez rhymed
So stand aside unless ya plan to find out how handy I am with a brandin' iron
Fuck talkin' clear so ya all can hear
I'd rather rap like a fuckin' auctioneer
Fuck around and walk from here to the Southpaw premier
Get on Paul's back, rappin' Paul Revere
So call me queer, cuz I'm always weird
So praise a Genius, hope this don't get taken out of text
But Hillary, I promise to wipe my server clean if ya face subpoenas
Got a name that speaks for itself like Anthony Weiner
Hands in between my pants in a theater, jackin' my meat
A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and Selena
Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Amber Thiessen
Give me a damn good reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino
And try to have a 3-sum with Janet Reno
I'm fucked worse than Donald Trump
On Lexapro in Mexico across from a Texaco in McDonald's drunk
Broke and out of gas, busted water pump
Gettin' fondled up by Ronald, feelin' him on his rump
Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa Milano hump
We do
Bringin' the horror to emcees like the aura of the Run DMC fedora
Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least three to four of those Rita Oras
In a four seater Taurus but tell them my face is the best seat in the house
I’ll let them bleed in my mouth while I’m eatin' them out (that’s disgustin', ow Jesus)
Heat seekin' missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who gives a fuck
I invented prick, and that’s a true statement, I see the bitch in ya Caitlyn
I keep the pistol tucked like Bruce Jenner’s dick
No disrespect tho', not at all, no pun intended, that took a lot of balls (ay God damn)
Oh and Azealia Banks just wanna tell ya thanks
Now I got trailer skanks sendin' me ballpark franks in the mail as pranks
And hot pockets, thanks a lot
Awful, I made monopoly off misogyny
Sodomy, how many chocolatey jell-o pops can he possibly lace, walkin' atrocity
No wonder ya scoff at me, it’s still obvious I’m as off-puttin' as Bill Cosby is
Treat women like property, possessive like a noun wit an apostrophe
S’s, I’d probably stalk broccoli, yes it’s
Socrates wit a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop machine
Got emcees droppin' their knees, coppin' a plea bargain
They keep sobbin', like 'please stop it'
Aftermath, bitch, still Detoxin'
Lookin' for us? We ova here
Like we’re eavesdroppin'

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