Eminemmylou - L.I.M.P. lyrics

rate me

I don't know what you heard about me

But I ain't no cheapskate like Fiddy

My chains have more brains than you

see

I can swear, I'm not L.I.M.P

You got fiddy cells in your brain

And your raps are always so lame

You got a fifty millimetre dick

You're a P.R.I.C.K. (Prick)

Hey, wimp, you've not heard of me yet,

but you're gonna

You think you're so fucking great,

but you are nada

With your dead animals, crap trainers

and havanas

You make bling bling look like some out

of date bananas

Don't like your style, Fiddy Cells,

I'll tell you why

You say something in fifty words,

instead of ten, why?

Your raps make me ashamed to be a rapper

They just don't cut the mustard and

they're getting crapper

You'd think with Eminem and Dr Dre

You would really have something

big to say

But your words are lil, like your lil dick

You're all mouth, no trousers and

you give the appearance of being a little thick

Which is a shame 'cause I really wanna

like ya

With your hood background and all,

don't wanna fight ya

But I gotta get this shit right

on the table

The girls you diss are worth more than

your sable

Your dead chincilla, I pity it man

There's more class in my dad's

fish and chip van

You keep repeating that you're VIP

But from you here, you look a little L.I.M.P.

You got fiddy cells in your brain

And your raps are always so lame

You got a fifty millimetre dick

You've a P.R.I.C.K. (Prick).

Yeah, you're a monster and a gangster

and a wanksta

Despite what you say, your raps are really ranksta

If this rap shit is so easy, why

canstya

It's a God given gift, so God thankstya

'Cause you ain't got it like Eminemmylou

I can spit these flames ten times hotter

than you

There's no question that I can rap better

Richer, smarter, bigger,

quicker and fitter

So you're amoral, you want power at

any cost

Those women in bikinis look to me a trifle lost

Why can't they say motherfucking

fuck you

I don't like pimps and I don't like you

You think women like your style and gushing smile

If I saw you coming, I would run

eight mile

I'd get my own money and buy me

ten benz

Like J Lo and Christina Aguilera

need no menz

Not saying don't get rich cause rich is wicked

'Cause I'm the richest bitch in business,

got you licked

We both make our riches making raps

Only difference is mine are great and yours are....

I don't know what you heard about me

But I ain't no cheapskate like you Fiddy

My chains have more brains than you, see

I can swear, I'm not L.I.M.P.

You got fiddy cells in your brain

And your raps are always so lame

You've got a fifty millimetre dick

You're a P.R.I.C.K. (Prick).

I tell you my idea of P.I.M.P.

A slave-owner with an IQ of 50p

So if you wanna get friendly back with me

You've gonna have to stop being L.I.M.P.

I don't know what you heard about me

But I ain't no cheapskate like you Fiddy

My chains have more brains than you, see

I can swear, I'm not L.I.M.P.

You got fiddy cells in your brain

And your raps are always so lame

You've got a fifty millimetre dick

You're a P.R.I.C.K. (Prick).

You're just 50 p brain, that's

what you are...