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[Intro]Nah man, not quite finished yet!
[Verse 1]Girl, I think you just might have triedTo pull a motherfuckin’ fast one. I’m madYou just hurt my goddamn feelingAnd that was the last one I hadDoes this look like an arcade, trying to play games?See this saw blade? See this silhouetteOf a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperateOr get sauteed and rotisseried while you’re hog-tiedMC’s get so quiet you can hearA motherfucking dog whistle when I walk byColt Seavers on a mule stunting on that assLike a fuckin’ Fall Guy! I don’t gas my MercedesAfter midnight, I treat it like a MogwaiCause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kidsWomen and men - "Vrinn Vrinn!" - motor so bigYou can fit a midget in his engineBitch, gimme them digits; while you cringin’?Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin will I spend spendEven 10 cents on you. Since whenDid you think it’ll cost me a pretty pennyShit, if I think a penny’s prettyJust imagine how beautiful a quarter is to meEenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an eskimo by his toeWhile he’s trying to roll a snowballBut, don’t make him lose his coolIf he hollers better let him go y’all
[Hook]You don't own meNow here we go, go, go!
[Verse 2]Get up baby, get a move on like a U-HaulYou can rack your brain like pool ballsYou won't ever think of this shit"Yeah, honey, you called?" Well here I comeHavoc on a beat, I wreak itEvil: I see, hear and speak itLady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shitPut your eggs in the same basketYou can count every motherfuckin’ chicken fore it hatchesCause you can bet your ass we gonna get it crackin’Like Kraken and Titans when they're clashin'Get your brains bashed in so badYou’re gonna have Kurt Cobain askin’To autograph a bloodstained napkinUnfashionable and about as rationalAs a rash on a fag’s assholeNow let’s take that line run it up the flagpoleWith Elton, see if he’s cool with itDon’t stand there and look stupid at meBitch I ain’t in the mood for this shitGet my dick, Google it, til it pops upY’all just so motherfuckin’ full of shitThat you stopped upMe I’m always shitting diarrhea of the mouthTill your speakers crap out, "pfft, huh what?"Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette(chig-chigga-ret) But you won’t get a hot fudge sundaeFrom me so don’t strut my way, slut because…
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[Verse 3]And now that I got your panties in a bunchAnd your bowels in an uproarI'mma show you why I cameSo you stop asking me what the fuck forNow look, you little slut, cunt whoreI know you want moreBitch, it’s time to put the math back into MathersCause I’m a fuckin’ problem, run boyEvery flow, got it mastered, soEvery last word that you fuckin’ fags heardComes straight from the fish's assYeah, in other words I’m a "bass-turd"Looking at me like I killed KennyGas in the tank? Yeah, still plentyNo morals are instilled in me so remorseI really don’t feel anyEat your heart out, Hannibal, understandableWhy you’re jealous, fucking animal?I got cannibal magnetismCan't resist em, now can you, ho?“Shady I don’t understand your flow”, understand my flow?Bitch, I flow like Troy Polamalu’s hair boyDon’t you dare try to follow or compare boyI’m raw, you ain’t even medium-rareStay the fuck outta my hair, boyYou can look, you can stare and pointBut you can’t touch, I’m too clairvoyantI don’t get it man, is there a void?All this weak shit, what am I, steroids?Well bitch I’m back, with some shit for that assAnd your trunk: elephant, hemorrhoidsAnd remember boys…
Thank you for coming outI hope you enjoyed the showUntil next time, peace