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letra de jimmy, brian & mike [v1] - eminem

[intro]
yeah, woo, yeah
fetch me a beer, man
the f-ckin’ red wings are playin’
ayy, the f-ckin’ red wings are playin’, man, f-ck
shut up, man, you’re gonna f-ckin’ make me miss the game

[verse 1]
hey, brian, you ain’t coverin’ the rush hole
you’re not doin’ it right, pay attention
who the f-ck taught you to smoke? bill clinton?
come on, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass
okay, that’s enough, d-mn
tom, that’s my mom’s lamp
godd-mn, dude, f-ckin’ calm down (sorry)
look at you guys, you’re makin’ a mess, where’s jason?
“dude, i’m in the bas-m-nt with jeff
he just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest
help me gеt ’em off,” wait, you’re breakin’ his nеck (alright)
you grab that end, d-ck, i’ll grab this end
i told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don’t listen

[chorus]
(chicka) ronnie, bobby, ricky, and mike
(chicka) ronnie, bobby, ricky, and mike
(ch—) ronnie, bobby, ricky, and mike
(chicka) ronnie, bobby, ricky, and mike
[verse 2]
i spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you assh0l-
i ain’t leanin’ on ’em, i’m holdin’ ’em up
sh-t, tonight, man, i ain’t holdin’ ’em up
i’m openin’ up shop to the cops and closin’ it shut
nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it’s not
i ain’t even buzzin’, man, i swear to god
tom, stop, you’re gonna scare the dog
he’s gonna bark and mr. johnson’s gonna come downstairs, and, ugh
“hey, i want some peace and quiet here
or i’ma send the godd-mn police in riot gear”
shut up, mr. johnson, don’t even start
go have another f-ckin’ heart attack, you old fart
i hate that guy, brian, that’s the hamper
what’s the matter, you can’t go to the d-mn bathroom?
“sorry, i had to sh-t, dude, where’s the tissue?”
i don’t know, just use this xxl issue
look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it
it looks like i just stepped in a mud puddle
you f-ckin’ d-ck (i’m sorry), shut up, b-tthole
you prolly did it on purpose, you f-ckin’ drunk b-st-rd
here, take your keys, go cruisin’ up gratiot
i hate you guys, you ain’t my friends
look what you just did to my mom’s eight-by-tens
now she’s gonna blame me, i hope you’re happy now
party’s over, everybody get your asses out
out, i said out
put that beer down, out
[chorus]
(chicka) ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike
(chicka) ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike
(ch-chicka) ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike
ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike

- eminem

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