OMEGA wrote:He's saving the good material for the solo album.
LEVITIKUZ wrote:Did y'all know Eminem's initials are MM. Like his name!!!
Almostlity wrote:Grow up faggots
EminemInsider wrote:Jesus Christ, HOW FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU PEOPLE?!?!?!?!?!
kkaniff wrote:his verse on cmon let me ride was close to perfect.
kkaniff wrote:his verse on cmon let me ride was close to perfect.
Slim Cary wrote:kkaniff wrote:his verse on cmon let me ride was close to perfect.
I'd like to think you are being sarcastic This verse below is Em perfection. Maybe you guys forgot.
Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big Lincoln
Till it went over the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for your mids
Here's a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib
Unless she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have both of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a murder sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing infants
While I sit in padded rooms doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps
Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper
She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her
Slim Cary wrote:kkaniff wrote:his verse on cmon let me ride was close to perfect.
I'd like to think you are being sarcastic This verse below is Em perfection. Maybe you guys forgot.
Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big Lincoln
Till it went over the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for your mids
Here's a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib
Unless she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have both of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a murder sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing infants
While I sit in padded rooms doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps
Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper
She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her
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