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Wicked Ways

[Hook: X Ambassadors]I'm getting by with my wicked waysI'm loading up and I'm taking namesI wanna dig my way to hellI wanna dig my way to hell

[Verse 1: Eminem]Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murderEver heard of Aspergers'? It's a rare conditionIt's what you're suffering fromWhen you simply don't care if it's an80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioningAnd you can't see the bitch’s hair is frizzingCause you got the windows upBlaring the system in your Chevrolet PrizmThe devil ain't on a level same as himPicture someone who revels in straight masochismAnd imagine him giving an adjective an ass whoopingSo bad they should put his ass in prisonA word bully, I verbally abuse verbsLike they did something to me personallyUsed to get bullied, so I'd cut class and ditch itNow I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it)Cadillac from a K CarMy ass from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell em a-partCame straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proudTo shop at K-Mart and it became artAnd I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they areTo this day I, still get in fights with the same broadAt the same Walmart arguing over the same cartIn the middle of the aisle whilin'I don't give a fuck I don't play!Bitch you think you saw this basket first?You're ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent JayIllest shit you could think I would sayMind's like a pile of clayWhen's the last time that you saw a villain with a capeRipped a gaping hole in itFlipped out, ripped down the drapesTied 'em around my neckWent down the fire escape of the Empire StateSlipped, fell straight down to the groundSplattered all over the entire stateAnd straight to hell, got impaled by the gatesSaw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtrayWhile I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas faceAnd this ain't got nothing to do with a scale or being gay little faggotBut by the way, thoughts are getting darker by the dayI'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent JIt's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyricalPaint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face I'm insaneEvery rhyme I say, sons you like an ultra violet rayI’m selling hatred buffet style, all the shit you can eat$11.99 so come on and pile a plateI’m throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raiseWith the rhyme I’m spittin' while I’m shittin' on competitionIn the meantime it’s always mean time

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]I’ve been a career assholeI don’t see why these people always got my backI done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistakeBut I was put here not by accidentI had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplishSlaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shitI’m coming to get that quarter backLike Ndamukong, the drama can buildYour mama can ask me for my autographCause that cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the bookBut I sure would fall for thatYou done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fightWhen I get on the mic I'mma snapMake you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospitalWhen I overdosed woulda caught a flatIf it makes you sick to your stomach acidIndigestion, my suggestion’s KaopectateIf it feels like I'm running away with the gameIt's cause I am, don't speculate, spectateAll I got is dick for days and insults for decadesBut I get by with my wicked waysLady you can suck a dick til your neck achesCry til you get puffy eyes, red facedBut I'm leaving on this jet planeYou ain't fly, you're an airheadAnd I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphraseBut your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage overhead spaceCause it just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goodsOther words don't try to put your heart in a headcaseCause baby, stable mentally I ain'tI need my meds, I peed my bedI'm going blind, I don't see my legsI keep on falling down, no wonder you can't stand me, I need my caneSomeone help me, I think my face is meltingIf you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brainThis G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty headIf you read my mind, you can see my painAnd you'd see why I be this wayEver since I was knee high playin' with G.I. JoesTold these hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my gameCause I'm 'bout it 'bout itLike a (like a) fucking (fucking)Echo (echo)... (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycleSpiraling, here I go, I`m outta control like noOther mic go, stab you til' the knife goes - dullI'm nothing but a hole inside your skull where your eye goesCoz I'mma sock it to youDyke ho, you don't like itGet on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycleAnd ride it like a motorbikeI'm finna blow the mic the whole night soStrike up the fucking maestro, I'm nitroAnd hi ho, hand me my shovel, I'm liable to dig my holeDeeper, and it's off to H.E double hockey sticks I go

[Hook]

"Ken Kaniff" (skit)Outro: Eminem & Ken KaniffOhh please be empty, please be empty, please be emptyThank you, God*bathroom door opening, someone walks in*Shit...*sounds of pissing and crapping*Is that a girl?*Ken Kaniff singing*I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in my mouthAnd get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.MAnd lay with 18 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show(Why do I know that voice?)Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug itLife's too short to not stroke your bone(Are you fucking serious?)So everybody, everybodyCircle jerk, touch my body*doors slam, screaming*Who is that? Where are you going? Come backWhy does everyone always leave me?Hello? Fuck you then*loud crapping noise*Blow it out your ass

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