Текст песни Eminem - Rhymin` Wordz Freestyle
Eminem - Rhymin` Wordz Freestyle слова песни
First word, excrimateExclimate, is that what you said?My next defense, against these extra menWho try to step to me and wanna have sex again(Vaseline)You little sickass, I`ll spray you with gasolineThey try to jack me off with VaselineMy ass is clean, I smash your spleenWhen I crash the scene(Cell phone)With a cell phone, now who the hell is home?Y`all can`t tell Paul how to throw me words(Animal crackers)Cause animal crackers is what I do when I eat MC`s like a cannibal backwardsHa ha, I got it, that`s not itFake rappers get spotted(Broken headphones)Like broken headphones, you head home, you speed homeYou get your head blown, rappers try to step, they speak in the dead tonesSo I ain`t trying to hear them, give me another, word to your mother(Stretch Armstrong)Stretch Armstrong, my brother, coming with rhymes every time that I be drummingRunning with this shit when I kick MC`s in the stomachAnd star wars, this car`s a TaurusYo, how many bars we hit tonight, cause I`m drunk off(Peanut butter)Off peanut butter, you see my dick and you start to stutterStart to utter, words that you shouldn`t utter(Mark Whalberg)Cause Mark Whalberg is a small turd, and I`ma step on him like dogshitA fore fist, so rappers just get off it, I come across with(Pulp fiction)With pulp fiction, yo I`ll eat you like a big gulp addictionLike slurpees, got herpes, got a head a piece, rest my anises(?)Got brain damage, I`m dumber than brain madness(?)There`s mayonnaise on this, I need a plain sandwichHurry up, give me one, rappers wanna step to this, they give me none(Fresh vegetables)With fresh vegetables, my testicles are hanging off to the left of youYou`re bisexual, and there`s a guy next to you, standing, rappers know that I be-(Preparation H)Preparation H, you didn`t even let me finish my rhymeJust shut up for one more time, while I just jime, on thisMicrophone, cause I`ma be honest, any MC who tries to step to thisI`m making you a promise, that what? Give me a word(Nostradamus)That Nostradamus is blowing up your house, killing your foster mammasAnd coming back to get your parents, well I have itThese rhymes are fourteen karat, solid goldRappers step to me, you get your wallet stole(Times Square)In Times Square, I got blond hair, I`m higher than con airRappers don`t want to see me, I`ll butt fuck Goldie Hawn bareIn a lawn chair, cause I`m there(Kurt Russell)With Kurt Russell, saying “come here Goldie, you want my love muscle?”I know you want it, I get plunted(?), then I Kick these, freestyles just like whipped knees(Taxicab)With a taxicab, I`ll smack a bitch with a maxi padWhere we going? Don`t ask me dadLeave me alone, I`m not trying, to even hear youDad, I hope you`re fucking dying, off this porno magYo, did you see my ad? Yo, wait a minute, did you see my ass?Is what I meant to say, I meant to say a rhyme that goes this way is elementaryFor the century, Slim Shady`s is gonna be the illest(Flamingos)What? Flamingos? My mother goes out and plays bingoEvery single day, at the bingo hall, that`s why my dick is single, smallDidn`t blow up, just don`t give a what? A cuff?Didn`t blow up, just don`t give a what? A cuff?(DT`s fired)But DT`s fired, he`s retired, he`s not hired, yo plus I`m tiredOf busting and spitting this rhyme nonstop, I`m on topTaking records to the pawnshop, stretchDamn, see my big ick? CatchPut a D in front of it, rappers don`t want none of itComing with a ton of shit to spill, Slim Shady yo, I get ill with the skillBaby, aight baby, Slim ShadyKick eighty million rhymes, till I`m older than GradySpilled gravy, all over my damn navy blue aviBye bye