Vegas
[Verse 1 - Eminem:]Got a shitty grin, bitch show me them itty-bitty titties againWe're in Sin City, since when did we begin to get addicted to dopeDiggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your friggidy-friendsI'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hunThe migidy mac's, bigidy backDon't act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middleYou little busy bitch, stick-stickity inGot a 6 o' clock craving, stop get CirocIt's about to be an unbelievable nightI call it surreal, Sir Mix a Lot tape inHit the spot, spot my next victimI'm picky like I missed a spot shavingCame to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabiesI wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rearBut I bet if I lick her, she'll try to chase me (Haha)What are you pit, rott, mixed or you just got fixed well shit then let's lip-lockIf not then trick piss off you snobby little pig snot noseYou think you're hot shit cause you're in heatWell, bitch, if you're solarThen I'm your polar opposite dog cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shitTalkin' it, walkin' it, spit rocksThen my sick thoughts are about to lick shotsLike this shit's hopping, and drip-dropping in chocolate-ly whip-toppingSo whether you're Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big, PacKid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig thisIf not then kick rocks in flip flopsAnd I produced the trackSo you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (TURN UP!)So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on sayingAll the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for sayingAnd I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill againLike chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't do the job of killing Shady, then the karma will, insane himI'm as brainy Mohammad until the Parkinson's done eat away my brainAnd made me Robin Williams crazyOr I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadistHate to say this, but if the thought is entertainingI ain't stopping till be sprayed itOh my god, for real man, not again I'm shakingBut before I tie a rope around this nobIf they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until -Wait I just forgot what I was thinking...What's it called again? I'm blankingSomething about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veinyWait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hangingGo hang in the lobby unless you came to slob meCome on kemosabeIt's past time, like your favorite hobbyCause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostageAin't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena BobbitGot a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpitsAnd she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her train of thought isCause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made up a plane of bonkersAnd I always end up giving these bitches some complexAnd I don't mean apartmentSo spread your feet apartAnd let me see you do some yoga stretches, splitsNow grab this CuisinartAnd make me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisiteAnd that's just to get in this bedroom, bitchWalked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stickBet you if you get this old dog these new tricksTo get familiar with I'll learn extra quickKick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shitTook an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcistBitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockeyHate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxyI'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear meYou deaf, girl, I said you was foxyI'll tell a bitch like BizarreBitch, shut the fuck up and get in my carAnd suck my fucking dick while I take a shitAnd I think with my dick so come blow my mindAnd it tastes like humble pieSo swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my rideIf I let you run alongside the HumveeUnless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's skiSo what's it gon' be? Put that shit away IggyYou gon' blow that rape whistle on me(Scream!) I love it'Fore I get lost with the gettin' offLike this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost'Till we get to Las Vegas
[Bridge - Eminem:](Party, do it 'till tomorrow)Vegas'Till we get to Las Vegas(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)Vegas'Till we get to Las Vegas(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)Vegas'Till we get to Las Vegas(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)Vegas
[Chorus - Eminem:]Whatever happens here, stays hereSo let's go all the way dearTil we get to Las Vegas
[Verse 2 - Royce da 5'9:]Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cableTreat every women in my stable like flavorsLooking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 daysIn 7 nights in the days and it's our VegasWe rolling circles and packs, we the lifesaversShe got a boyfriend, I got a toy thenI'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib wavingAnd I ain't tryna be the nice neighborI'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razorsAnd all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on itNext ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry storeWith a about a million dollars with your mamaAnd sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaanI stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it againAbout to get my back tatted againAbout to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his handSitting on a bike in the sandIf you ain't been through nothingThen that shouldn't mean nothing to you like legs on a crabIf she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lampWeed got her so chinky eyedLook like she been getting high on a flight to JapanI keep my jewelry on while I'm fuckingSound like I'm shaking up dice in a canListen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex missIf this is my passionI learn to give those who don't appreciate my presenceThe gift of my absenceI don't know who you been listening toGot me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coopBitch, I don't give a two shitsBitch, get the fuck out of my faceTo make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand thereAnd listen to you while you throw a silly tantrumEven though I have an affinity for witty banterStarting to feel like foulplay like Billy LaimbeerHold up, she misunderstood meI said saint, por favorThought I said to wait, had four doorsI knock a nigga face offGive him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever..)I leave the club with my tab still openWon't even get a cab for you and your friendThe only fear I have is of loathingAnd I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas
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