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| | Artista: | Saxon |
| | Album: | Desconocido | | Cancion: | DO IT ALL FOR YOU | | | | Fecha Agregada: | 16/05/2010 | | Vistas: | 25 |
| | | Letra: | [royce] what? uhh..
[em] the bad..
[royce] yeah..
[em] the evil..
[royce] right,
yo
[em] put em together
Chorus: royce the 5-9, eminem
[royce] yo if it wasn't for your
whip, i'd have nothin to strip
[em] if it wasn't for a wrist, i'd have nothin to slit
If it
wasn't for the shrooms, i'd have nothin to chew
[royce] yo..
[both] i'm just fuckin with you,
cause i got nothin to do
[eminem]
I am bored!!!!!
I came in the diner with skateboarders,
and placed orders
Ate hors d'oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers *crash sound*
Let
you inhale the glock smell, while i'm rippin your wallet off
And slippin a molotov in your
cocktail (take that)
Burnin your contracts, punch your a&r in the face *punch sound*
Smash his
glasses and turn em to contacts
I'm on some shook shit, if it's missin i took it
(whoops!)
Nurse look at this straightjacket, it's crooked!
I go to jail and murder you from a
cell
Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (fedex)
So how do you
describe someone, with a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive
runnin?
[royce]
Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by
So when you see the black
500 (what?) hide from it
For every hundred mc's rhymin about birds
Only about two-thirds'd
really set it without words
Yo you ain't a thug, i can make you bitch up
Pick the fifth up,
cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest shit in the industry
(uh)
I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me
You lack class and
respect, get a direct backblast
The bad and evil mad rap, i cover the bad half
You know how a
thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up
(what?)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up
Heat it up, you be leakin
blood and spittin phlegm up
Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
You stepped, got
devoured and left with a flower and bible
Chorus: 2x
[eminem]
*yawns* forget a chorus -- my
metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause (yay)
And by the time you
all catch on, i'ma end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall
back on!
I'll throw you off of ten floors .
*ahhhhhhh*
Pull a fuckin headache outta my
head, and put it in yours (take this)
I'm indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin
pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This bitch wanted to blow me, i said, it oughta
happen.
You swallow cum bitch? no, but i brought a napkin
Gettin skullie while i'm
autographin
Got my daughter laughin cause i sent her mother whitewater raftin
I'm not a fact,
i'ma proven fear
Mr
rogers blocked up my u-haul screamin,
wait, wait, wait.
you ain't
movin here!
Lorena bobbitt, c'mere, want a souveneir?
I've been high as fuck, since i was a
juvi-neer
Juvenile? same difference -- i need some 'caine
Cause i ain't sniffed since i woke
up the seven slain infants
(oh my god!) brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
I
won't stay the same cause i traded brains with a chimpanz'
[royce]
Walkin in swamp water with
an m-16, out for the blood
Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
To break braces, you say grace
and make faces
I'll display hate and break you in eight places (what?)
Take paces, turn around
draw in a standoff
Precise aim, icin my fame, blowin your hand off
Dancin with the devil
leadin - i won't die, i'm never leavin (what?)
I pledge allegiance to forever breathin
Street
niggaz with nuts, what? my meat's bigger (what?)
Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap
triggers
With a deathwish, thinkin i'm the nigga to mess with
Let the tech lift, direct chest
hit, melt your neck. | | | |
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