EMINEM - 3 Verses lyrics

rate me

I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless

Patrolling corners

Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters

I'm meaner in action

Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)

And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments

I grew up in the wild hood

As a hazardous youth

With a fucked up childhood

That I used as an excuse

And aint shit changed

But kept the same mindstate

Since the third time that I failed 9th grade

You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it

I don't promote violence I just encourage it

I laugh at the sight of death

As I fall down a cement flight of steps

And land inside a bed of spider webs

So throw caution to the wind

You and a friend

Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again

Shit, why not? Blow your brain out

I'm blowing mine out

Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now

It's only fair to warn

I was born with a set of horns

And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord

Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board

That smashed into your Honda Accord

With a 4 door Ford

But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella

The choppa (?) fella

The mozarella

Worse than a hellacopta propella

Got you locked in the cella

With your skeleton showing

Developing anorexia

While I'm standin next to ya

Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death

With an IV in your veins

Feeding you liquid darvicet

Pumping you full of drugs

Pull the plugs

On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs

Who were picked up in an ambulance

And driven

To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants

And given

A less than 20 percent chance

Of living

Have a possible placement

It's a hospital patient

Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement

Doctor Kevorkian has arrived

To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"

Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp

And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth

Better call the fire department

I've hired a arson

To set fire to carpet

And burn up your entire apartment

I'm a liar to start shit (?)

Got your bitch wrapped around my dick

So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg

Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg

Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40

Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D

Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead

Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead

No more said case closed end of discussion

I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion

Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas

Cross the bombas (?)

We blowin up your house killing your parents

and coming back to get your foster mommas

And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus

Cause I aint making no more threats

I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets

I'm more or less sick in the head

Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?)

today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath

Walk the block with a labrador

Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador

Foul style galore

Verbal cow manure

Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

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