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letra de rap game (bump heads) - eminem

[intro: eminem, dj b-tter & d12 member]
i am not a g-y basher (bash f-ggots)
sh-t happens y’all
the rap game, hip-hop 101
the hardest nice to five you’ll ever have
you can’t remember sh-t in no history book
you ready to rap motherf-cker?
you ready to sell your soul?
ha, ha, ha, ha
the rap game will f-ck you

[verse 1: d12 member]
i’m a disrupted n-gga, you made me crazy
you shoulda slayed me as a baby
behavin’ shadier the wes craven
and you ain’t even gotta pay me
i take pleasure of layin’ a n-gga down daily
you face me, punk it’s over, you’ll faint fast
i’ve never f-cked up to where i can’t whoop your ass
you’ll neck’ll will get snapped with bare hands, f-ck music
is he rappin’? it’s cool but fools, just don’t confuse it
what happens, these dudes get rude, then i lose it
i m scandalous, i blow your two kids off the atlas
with a gat that’s bigger then godzilla’s back, n-gga
you are not realer, in fact you’ll feel the effects
of a crack dealer, y’all president since we smacked
and got a mac-10 with it, so i ain’t gotta rap
but i’m thankful for that, don’t mistakin’ me black
’cause you’ll be stankin’ in the back of a f-ckin’ cadillac

[verse 2: eminem]
i’m a get snuffed, ’cause i ain’t said enough to pipe down
i pipe down when the white house is wiped out
when i see that little cheney dyk- get sniped out
lights out, b-tch, adios, goodnight
now put that in your little pipe and bite down
think for a minute ’cause the hype had died down
that i won’t go up in the oval office right now
and flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down
i’m all for america, f-ck the government
tell that seed deloris, tell the sl-t to suck a d-ck
motherf-cker ducked, what the f-ck? son of a b-tch
take away my gun, i’m gonna tuck some other sh-t
can’t tell me sh-t about the tricks of this trade
switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
and switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
sh-t’s like a samurai sword and since he
sh-t just don’t change to this day
i’m this way, still tell that utslay itchbay
upsay my ipnay, ‘scuse my igpay atinlay
but uckfay, it pays

[chorus: eminem & d12 member]
this rap game, this rap game
i ain’t sellin’ my soul for this rap game
and i ain’t diggin’ no hole for this rap game
man, i’m tellin you, no, it ain’t happening
this rap game, this rap game
i ain’t sellin’ my soul for this rap game
i ain’t diggin’ no hole for this rap game
this rap game, this rap game

[verse 3: d12 member]
i bet ya lovin me (??), drink and drown in my own iniquity
but f-ck that, i m gonna rap till y all get sick of me
and clutch my last sack, it s been all who big on me
i m pickin a rot mix, f-ck the dog who single me
i m saying you motherf-ckers, don t know ith, who playin
if i m broke, then i m brakin open the place where you layin
you know, same she every n-gga done in his life
i livin this why (??), speak long (??), what i blow when i write
so why, should i, ever fear another man, if he bleed like i bleed
take a p-ss when he stand, ok you win, you can say we can’t rap
but no shots (??), never me (??), you never (??), and i don t wanna (??)
when they say it was wack…

i walk in the party and just start bustin
right after i hear the last of self destruction
this liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome
to let you know that time without morse dangerom (??), (n-gga)
i low down and shifty, quickly call swifty
to do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty
you feelin lucky squeeze, i catch you outside of chucky cheese
with you see (??) who be unlucky g, my lifestyle is unstable
a partyin addict, they said no fightin in the club
so i brought me a matic, coughin the static
i jump n-gga s call me a rabbit
pop in the tavern and guns are so just irratic…

believe me, we run this rap sh-t forchezy
make makin millions look easy
everywhere you turn you see me
you hear me

believe me, you see my pistol and three dead
no time to call the peace treaty
dial 911 cause you need the…,
police to help you, believe me

i haft to tunnel from the side walk and p-ss on the curve
this is obserde, these street n-gga s twistin my words
we finally could say goodbye to hollywood
cause boots and shine pants, is nothin in commin
the nasty been with gasoline cans (??)
we never bow down to be a flashin a pig (??)

no one must, f-ck this statue dawg
nothin to do with hands when i clap with yall
put your job on the ground (??), then the dog in the pound (??)
then i m goin out of town, for the law come around
so we can battle with raps, we can battle gats
matter a fact we can battle with placks

(eminem)

this rap game

(bizarre)

i m too f-ckin retarted, i don t give a f-ck about my d-ck
thats why i m date in raymond bobbet
my crew had a arguement who was the largest
now they all is dead and i roll as a solo artist
plus i made the beat to all the raps
well i really didn’t but i did according to this contract
i was thrown in the snow with no where to go
freezin 20 below forced to join, bail sh-t, then blow (??)
my little girl, she should nt listen to these lyrics
thats why i glued here headphones to her ears
to make sure she hear it
if rap don t work i m startin a group with garth brooks
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
this ain t the hook… (??)

- eminem

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