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Eminem - Текст песни Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Eminem:]

Yo blast me off, Tim!*

Blast me off, son!

Blastin' off right now, son!

I wasn't born mean, I was pushed to treachery*

I walk the streets lookin' for some puss to fetch me

I'm like a veggie, brain is turned to mush I'm edgy

Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie

If he don't gimme kim, things could get messy

So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek

And press against the right one till its smushed against me

And leave her dead body in the woods the MC with the Christopher Reeves beef

We started out on the wrong foot, or should I say fake leg made out of wood

I shouldn't, yes I should

Riding through the hood, I'm chillin' with Westwood

I'm quite mellow, a white fellow

My pee is bright yellow, I like Jello, I'm like hello

To a cute little dyke on the mic I'm kinda like...

[Eminem:]

Me and Westwood blastin' off, jackin' off

In a pair of acid washed bumpin' Asher Roth

Cruisin' grassy 'till I damn near crash the car

Tryna smash 'em off in the dash, hit the overpass, went off

Over the bridge into oncoming traffic

Cause a massive forty two car pile-up, not a scratch at all

Hopped up holdin' a axe and saw

Jason mask is off when my face is plastered in tobasco sauce

Spittin' flames, kickin' fire out ur ass you little -

You can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog

You don't wanna get my ass ticked off

I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdrawal

Dick so big it's like elastic, I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic

Crossed the path of Plastic man with a drastic force...Put my penis on classic sports

[Eminem:]

Once again it's the sinister, cynical, minister Shady

Kryptonite to Superman, he's a Dennis to Amy

Administer of the pain, just finish, huffing' the paint

And muffle the fumes like it was nothin' because it ain't

Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays

His venom he spray reaches like beads of energy rays

Menacing stares, he glares making the hairs all on the back of yah neck stand

Like dracula yep, spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan

Yah, Angela so I command yah to start dancin'

Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical

Sharp,throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansen

Enter my gas chamber, yah gangsta? My ass

He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater

You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

I'm checking the exposure, a full dose of me

exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

bodies eroding while I'm dozing off overdosing

Windows opening-shutting, doors opening-closing I think there's a ghost

Too much hydrocordone and codeine

I was only 'sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing

I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring

I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink posing

Myself, self-loathing, cause I'm on a brink, postally

I don't wanna think this will make everything rosy

Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies

Totally frozen while I close in, I'm yodelling "Rosey, won't you come out to play?"

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends

Go to Europe and put nervines in my syrop and stirred 'em

You never heard 'em like this, so don't encourage him

The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, I'm lyrics worse than

The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'

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Crazy, turn him, convinced that he emerged, took over the world

And reeled in all the children, lured 'em into the building and killed 'em

Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels

And still can spit, drawn to gold like Rumplestilskin

Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills, the Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin'

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildrid

He's ill wit it, he still shouldn't be heeled

There's no one as sick as he MC's will get freakasied on the grill then

[Eminem:]

You wanna start with the hook first?

You wanna start with the..? Oh..

I have no idea what I'm doing, I have no idea what I'm doing, but

Everybody get up, sit up, Christopher

They're miserable without you, Superman is a-

Live and he's flowin like the Mystic River

Girl don't act like you've never been kissed before

One, two, three, four

Five, six, this uh

Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser

How did anybody ever find me I disa-

Peared I was hiding in Freeway's beard, just a

Hop, skip and a jump from my skin, gushin'

Nails into my face that I been pushin'

Hellraiser, my face is my pincushion

It's like when I'm on the mic I can squish a

Sucka like a vicegrip, my pin put ya

In the slaughterhouse cause your style's been butchered

I'll spin chainsaw, take off like the blades on, my brains on

Hyperdrive, someone put the breaks on

[Eminem / Kon Artis:]

Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits, Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit

I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice

I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice

Now Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits, Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit

I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice

[Eminem:]

...Cause he gets as busy as a

Bee baby you could throw a frisbee in a blizzard

He'll catch it in his teeth, what is he? He's a wizard

Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit

And I'm pretty sure it isn't biscwit, is it?

Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick with ya

I want the kiss before I blow this bitch to smitha-

Reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ-

Ation that's critical as Dre spins his, uh

Turn tables and he cuts the record like a scissor

Checka-chicky-checka-chicky-checka-checka-chicka

Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker

Wait a minute I just dropped my necklace in the liquor

Now baby just to make a little breakfast and it's six o-

Clock in the morning unless you want to get some dessert

[Eminem and Kon Artis:]

Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits, Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit

I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice

I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice

I said Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits, Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit

I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice

I got you slippin' on my swag, my swag juice

[Eminem:]

Ayo, just so everybody knows...

That was a hook we made on the way to the radio station

And we were trying to get it right

so we may have fucked it up a couple times or whatever

But, this is what we were trying to like work out before we came here

Especially for Westwood, man! ESPECIALLY for you homie!

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