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letra de bad meets evil - eminem

first verse, uh, i’m on ’til i’m on an island
my life’s ridin’ on the autobahn on autopilot
before i touch dirt, i’ll kill y’all with kindness
i kill ya, my natural persona’s much worse
you’ve been warned if you’ve been born or if you conform
slap up a cop and then sn-tch ’em outta his uniform
leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
and hang him by his b-lls from the h-rn of a unicorn
y’all n-gg-s’s intellect mad slow, y’all f-gs know, claimin’ you bangin’
you flamin’, bet you could light your own cigarette with ya -sshole
me and shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
i might rap tight as the sn-tch of a fat dyk-
though i ain’t wrapped tight, my blood type’s the 80’s
my 90’s was like the navy, you was like the brady’s, you still fly kites daily

catch me in my mercedes, b-mpin’ ice ice baby
screamin’ shady ’til i die, like a half a pair of dice, life’s crazy
so i live it to the fullest ’til i’m swayze
and you only live it once, so i’m thinkin’ ’bout this nice, nice lady
wait, no, stop me now ‘fore i get on a roll (danish) let me tell you
what this pretty little dame’s name is cause she’s kinda famous
and i hope that i don’t sound too heinous when i say this nicki minaj
but i wanna stick my p-n-s in your -n-s!
you morons think that i’m a genius
really i belong inside a dang insane asylum
came to drive them trailer parks crazy
i am back, and i am razor-sharp, baby
and that’s back with a capital b with an exclamation mark
maybe you should listen when i flip the linguistics
cause i’mma rip this mystical slick sh-t
you don’t wanna become another victim or statistic of this sh-t, cause after
i spit the bullets, i’mma treat these sh-ll casings like a soccer ball
i’mma kick the ballistics, so get this d-ck, i’mma live this

livin’ life in the fast lane
movin’ at the speed of life and i can’t slow down
only got a gallon in the gas tank
but i’m almost at the finish line, so i can’t stop now
i don’t really know where i’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride
just gon’ roll ’til i drop and ride ’til i die
i’m livin’ life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)
i’m livin’ life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)

yeah, my whole goal as a poet’s to be relaxed in orbit
at war with a bottle, this captain morgan attacks my organs
my slow flow is euphoric, it’s like i rap endorphins
i made a pact with the devil that says “i’ll let you take me
you let me take this shovel, dig up the corpse, jack kevorkian”
go back and forth in, more beef that you can pack a fork in
i’m livin’ the life of the infinite enemy down, my tenement, chimney now
the semi’s the remedy, pow spin him around, enterin’ in the vicinity

now, was called m&m, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
chewed him up.. and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down
he’s lookin’ around this club and it looks like people are havin’ a sh-t fit now
here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who’s back in t-t-town
did i s-s-stutter, mothaf-cka? f-ck the mall, he shuts
a whole mothaf-ckin’ walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round
and he came to the club tonight with 5’9″ to hold this b-tch down
like a mothaf-ckin’ chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown
shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
that you keep lickin’ them d-ck-sucking lips, i’m agitated, aggravated
to the point you don’t suck my d-ck, then you’re gonna get decapitated
other words, you don’t f-ckin’ give me head, then i’m have to take it

and then after takin’ that, i’mma catch a case, it’s gon’ be fascinatin’
it’s gon’ say “the whole rap game p-ssed away” on top of the affidavit
graduated from master debater slash m-ssive masturbator
to michael jackson’ activator, meanin’ i’m on fire off the top
might wanna back up data runnin’ over hip hop
in a verbal tractor trailer, homie this sick, you can normally ask a hater
don’t it make sense, these sh-ll casings is just like a bag of paper
drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent

now make that -ss drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl
i’m the crack-a-lator, percolator to this party, be my p-n-s -j-c-l-tor later
tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
you rollin’ with a player, you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you sayin’

- eminem

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