[Eminem - Intro]
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Yeah, yeah
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I don't know what else to say
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I can't, I can't think of nothin'
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I'm stumped
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Here we go (Here we go)
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On your feet (On your feet)
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Stand up (Stand up)
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Everybody hands up (Hands up)
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Uh, man, I dunno, man
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Everytime I go to think of something played out to say
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You already said it
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[Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9"]
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I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
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I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
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All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
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Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
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Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
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Because of my relationship with Marshall
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Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
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We the same cuz
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I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
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While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up
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Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
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You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
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Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
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Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
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My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga
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It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
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The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
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Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
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Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
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I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
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Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
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Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
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While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
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I'm back, muthafucker
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Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
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I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
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How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
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If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
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Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
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That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
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Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
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Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
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Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
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I've got Gucci's on my feet
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Diamonds on my neck
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Diamonds on my wrist
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Bitches on my dick
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But y'all already said that
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Choppers in the trunk
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Models in the front
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Bottles in the club
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But I don't give a fuck
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But y'all already said that
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[Eminem]
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Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
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For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
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I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
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I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
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I'm gettin' writer's block
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Psyche!
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[Verse 2 - Royce da 5'9"]
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When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
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Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
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Floatin' on the same water Moses split
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Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
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Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
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Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
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You dudes is too excited
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You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
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You will just be another victim
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I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
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I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
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Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
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When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
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Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
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I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?
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Not a problem I've encountered
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I have found elephants, lions, clowns
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Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
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At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
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Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?
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Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
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Since I decided to start Class diss
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All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
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I authorize my own all-access
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Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
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Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
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Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
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Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
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My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
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And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
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I don't know which one is harder
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Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own
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