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(Jimmy Pop:) Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records, well me too, so f**k Will Smith!
(DJ Q-Ball:) That don't rhyme. (Jimmy Pop:) Drats. (both laugh) |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick I don't give a shit about celebrity But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? me The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain Frontin' from the back of the line on some dude named After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that Cut like a jalapeno popper fart Burnin' up an asshole that once ripped apart Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent Outta shape than the Cirque du Soleil ever had so Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed In the process I got to get hot chicks nude The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick Thanks to you bitches I got more screams Than David Arquette's resume what that means Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more In a huff like that fat kid that had to sit out for Every gym class due to his asthma that wore One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin' Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus Got her panties in a bunch just like his is That my face between her legs? because that could be What convinced this dick getting' hard I'm a pussy But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of S's The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |
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| 3. |
| 2:52 |
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Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet Cattle prod the oyster ditch With the lap rocket Batter dip the cranny ax In the gut locker Retrofit the pudding hatch Ooh la la With the boink swatter If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically I don't wanna beat around the bush Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Marinate the nether rod In the squish mitten Power drill the yippee bog With the dude piston Pressure wash the quiver bone In the bitch wrinkle Cannonball the fiddle cove Ooh la la With the pork steeple If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically I don't wanna beat around the bush Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Put the you know what in the you know where Put the you know what in the you know where Put the you know what in the you know where Put the you know what in the you know where pronto |
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| 4. |
| 3:58 |
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It always sucks refolding the kind of map
Needed when I get stuck where the sun don't shine the fact Is if I just shut up, my rubbered stamp could flag you as dumb It ain't your mind you're givin' me a piece of As it don't take Einstein to know that's just obscene but It's been Buck Rogers time since I hit other than rock bottom Even the odds of having you against me With your crotchless jihad on blue balls evidently Are all mighty good god, so angel dust my soul like James Brown Street legal whore hauling so much stunning ass Sell yourself short like Bridget at the bunny ranch Do it all fours, the satisfaction of getting fouled I'm the least you could do If only life were as easy as you I'm the least you could do, oh yeah If only life were as easy as you I would still get screwed I don't care if getting under someone that's Beneath you fits the M.O. of conundrum as You reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers I aim to get a bang out of working your Weak spot that sets the bar so low just nerve can score With no respect, since, oddly, danger feels like pay dirt I'm the least you could do If only life were as easy as you I'm the least you could do, oh yeah If only life were as easy as you I'm the least you could do If only life were as easy as you I'm the least you could do, oh yeah If only life were as easy as you If only When my fumbling breaks you should I thank your dad for the damaged goods? When my fumbling breaks you should I thank your dad for the damaged goods? When my fumbling breaks you should I thank your dad for the damaged goods? When my fumbling breaks you should I thank your dad for the damaged goods? |
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| 5. |
| 3:27 |
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I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on I know you're gonna play me when you get wind I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on I know you're gonna play me when you get wind I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on Give me a fuckin' break Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on |
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| 6. |
| 0:24 |
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(On the phone)
I'm in the bathroom right now, so this message might sound like shit. (Shit's a bunch of times) |
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| 7. |
| 2:53 |
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I'm going to Africa
Yes, Ma'am, I'm a brick Was President Lincoln ok? Mitten. There's a dog in the vent Chicken necks? I pick Ken Griffey Junior I fell out two times I'm pedalling backwards This snowflake tastes like fishsticks We're a totem pole Dying tickles I heard a Frankenstein lives there She's touching my special area Go banana! Ralphie, (Ralphie,) Get off, (Get off,) The stage, (The stage,) Sweetheart. (Sweetheart.) Oh say can you rock!? I'm a pop sensation! I'm a pop sensation! Salmon gutter!? I'm Idaho You smell like dead bunnies That's where I saw the leprachaun Fun toys are fun. Chocolate microscopes You're not it That is so nineteen-ninety-one I bit my tongue! Ralphie, (Ralphie,) Get off, (Get off,) The stage, (The stage,) Sweetheart. (Sweetheart.) Oh say can you rock!? I'm a pop sensation! I'm a pop sensation! Yvan eht Nioj Yvan eht Nioj Yvan eht Nioj Yvan eht Nioj Yvan eht Nioj Yvan eht Nioj Yvan eht Nioj Yvan eht Nioj My sash says Ultraman! |
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| 8. |
| 5:10 |
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Eventide rise for ritual
With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will Roar forth steer the dead leave forced Driven by fear shift gears veer towards The foolishly equipped swift these Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt Reflect upon the way beyond redemption Let the necronometer beckon for the destined Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted Each tormented attempt that is made in vain To evade this debt which is certain to be paid Without question is met with a counterclocked surge In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were All heard by a clutch engaged Over trails blazed to the western gates Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side Something diabolical Idle hands are bound for the Damned once sam went down to georgia Speed was forged of the divine salt Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost Named as those sought as faults rests beneath The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion A false witness with the sensed end is brought To bended knees when abandoned belief in The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed Reposession vested in the fallen called on to retrieve Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil Barreling down this mortal coil Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side Something diabolical Tonight belongs to him Tonight belongs to him Tonight belongs to him Tonight belongs to him To him To him To him To him |
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| 9. |
| 3:03 |
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The only thing going down in this car is the windo 'cause your pussy stank!
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| 10. |
| 2:57 |
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We are ""cop rock"" we are screech
We are z. cavaricci We are laser removed Tasmanian devil tattoos We are third string we are puck We are special people's club We are the half shirts with Irreverent spring break top ten lists We are munsoned we are squat We are flashing twelve o'clock We are spread out butt cheeks Pulled apart so just the air leaks We are ""ishtar"" we are tab We are no right turn on red We are the moustaches The beatles grew when they dropped acid You are the heart dotting ""i"" In the word ""apologize"" Scribbled drunk on a postcard Sent from somewhere volcanoes are I am the heart with no name Airbrushed on the license plate Of a subaru that was Registered in pennsylvania We are zima we are barf We are cinderblock yard art We are baldwin brothers Not the good one but the others We are amway we are shemp We are sir david of brent We are the queef after A porn star breaks the gang bang record You are the heart dotting ""i"" In the word ""apologize"" Scribbled drunk on a postcard Sent from somewhere volcanoes are I am the heart with no name Airbrushed on the license plate Of a subaru that was Registered in pennsylvania Do you even know what a wawa is? girl Do you even know what a wawa is? Do you even know what a wawa is? girl Do you even know what a wawa is? I'm in a state of p fuckin' a |
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| 11. |
| 4:20 |
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Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby
Dog will hunt, I'm the front end loader Travoltin' over So try my slam on for size Drive stick, with that kung fu grip Let the banana split And watch it go right to your thighs Cop a feel Copperfield style Abracadabra that bra do ya think I can pull it off Wanna bang around Just jot me down on your to-do list Under "Put Out Like A Fire" 'cause I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby Edible strange How do I get In your pants when You're tick tockin' them Serious Levis So tight can't be classified That's why I'm here to fill that opening Make a seasoned pass To mount that ass And Bob Hope that I might one night stand a chance Let's go Feng Shui fuck Around my digs like a Superball Bring that sunny side up and I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss |
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| 12. |
| 5:12 |
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Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch moustache Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious But how could I Nazi? You got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore If I wanna be repeatedly shit on I'll go make Dutch porn When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore anymore anymore Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up |
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| 13. |
| 0:5 |
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This is bam, and hidden track shit dicks out!
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