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EMINEM lyrics : "3 Verses"

I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters

I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments

I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a $#&@ed up childhood

That I used as an excuse
And aint %#@! changed
But kept the same mindstate

Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I just encourage it

I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs

So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again

%#@!, why not? Blow your brain out
I'm blowing mine out
$#&@ it, you only live once you might as well die now


It's only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns

And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little !@$( with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord

With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin an accapella
And choppin' a fella

To mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella

With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I'm standin next to ya

Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet

Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs

Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the $$#es ripped outta they pants

And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living

Have a possible placement
It's a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little ba!@&(t

Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp

And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I've hired a arson

To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start %#@! (?)

Got your (*##$ wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit


Met a !@$!ed kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the $#&@ing head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40

Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
$#&@ an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead

No more said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas

Cross the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats

I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador

Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

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