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letra de suck my dick - eminem

[eminem]
-talking gibberish-
“translation”
so you can suck my d-ck if you don’t like my sh-t,
cause i was high when i wrote so suck my d-ck.

two pills i pop till’ my pupils swell up like two pennies
i’m clint eastwood in his mid-twenties
a young -ss man with a trash can strapped to the back of his -ss
so the rats can’t chew trough the last pants
i’m like a mummy at night,fightin’ with bright lightnin’
frightened with 5 little white vicadin pills bitin’ him
i’m like a f-ckin’ was in the hospital lost
stingin’ the f-ck outta everything i came across in the halls
i light a candle and place it up on a mantle
grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the f-ckin’ handle
so when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin’
[swifty]it’s just to late
[eminem]cause once you’re hung from the drapes,it’s curtains

[swifty mcbay]
i’m an instigator, 380 slug pentrator
degrading, creating murders to kill haters
accused for every crime known thru the equator
they knew i did it, for having blood on my gators
my weed ‘ll hit you’re chest like a double barrel gauge
i’m like a black grenade,that ‘ll blow up in you’re face
with a fifth of me, when i guzzle remi, i do sh-t on purpose
you never hear me say “forgive me”
i’m sn-tching every penny
i gotta be that way n-gg-, face it
that weed i sold to you brigade laced it
you high and i make the president get a facelift
n-gg-s just afraid, handing me their bracelets
chilling in the lab,wasted
i’m the type that ‘ll drink kahlua and gin-throw up on the mic
your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
and even at the million man march, we gon’ fight

[eminem]
so you can suck my d-ck if you don’t like my sh-t,
cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my d-ck.
cause i don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like my sh-t,
cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my d-ck

[bizarre]
i’m a compulsive lier, setting my preacher on fire
slash you’re tires,flyin’ down fenkel and meyers
plates expired, soon as i’m hired, i’m fired
jackin’ my d-ck off in the bed of barb wire
(hey, is bizarre performing?)
b-tch can’t you read the flyer?
special invited guest would be richard pryor
(aren’t you a male dancer?)
nah b-tch, i’m retired
f-ckin’ you’re b-tch in the -ss with a tire iron
i’m ripped, i’m on an acid trip
my dj’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip
(d-mn!)
-dj’s schratching-
i’m f-ckin’ everything when i’m snortin’
it’s gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
some b-tch asked for my autograph
i called her a h-r-, spit beer in her face and laughed
i drop bombs like i was in vietnam
all b-tches ares hoes,even my stinkin’ mom

[kuniva]
ay-yo flashback,2 seats,2 deep up in that -ss crack
weed laced with somethin’ , n-gg- p-ss that
in amsterdam we only hang out with that hasj rats
at a ‘stop the violence’ rally i blast gats
be you’re momma publishin’, get you’re -ss capped
the kuniva, divide up you’re cash stack
raid you’re motherf-ckin’ pockets,asap
i don’t need a platinum chain b-tch, i sn-tched shaq’s
born loser, half thief and half black
bring you’re boys and you’re guns and get laughed at
b-tch smacker, rich rapper and their jag’s jacked
and find chupped up in a trash bag

[dirty harry]
strangling rappers to the point they can’t yell
cause their crew is full of f-gs and sweeter than bake sales
wreckless, come from behind and sn-tch you’re necklace
gruesome, and causin’ more violence than 9 hoodlums
i grapple you’re adam’s apple until it crackle
run right past you,turn around, grab you and stab you
get executed, cause i’m a loony
i got a yuck mouth and it’s polluted
i c-ck it back and shoot it
i love sn-tching up players, thugs and young ballas
shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
brigades barricade to bring the noise
while the bullets break up you’re bones like christmas toys
if a go solo, i’m doing a song with polo
a big chinese n-gg-, screaming yo,yo!!!
i leave ya face leakin’
run up in church and smack the preacher while he’s preachin’
take a swing at the deacon

[the kon artis]
i used to tell cats i sold weed and weights
i was straight until i got caught sellin’ them shaped
i’m ignorant, with the intent to sn-tch you’re rent
i got kicked out of summer camp for havin’ s-x in my tent
with the superintendent’s daughter, my brain’s out of order
i’ve bin a con artist since i was swimmin’ in water
in cahoots with this n-gg- called fall out von
who got fired from ups for tryin’ to send you a bomb (special delivery)
i signed to a local label for fun
say i got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
ride by you in the rain while you carry you’re son
call you house and hang up on you for not givin’ me none
born straight up out a p-ssy but a son of a gun
got a reputation for havin’ n-gg-s run up they funds
used to be the type of n-gg- that was full of someone’s
’til i met you’re fat mama, now i’m rollin in dough

[eminem]
so you can suck my d-ck if you don’t like my sh-t,
cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my d-ck.
cause i don’t giva a f-ck if you don’t like my sh-t,
cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my d-ck.

[eminem]
suck my motherf-ckin’ d-ck
d-12
dirty motherf-ckin’ dozen
nasty like a stank sl-t b-tch with 30 f-ckin’ husbands
bizarre kid
swifty mcbay
the kon artis
the kuniva
dirty harry
haha, and slim shady

- eminem

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