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letra de the wake up show freestyle - eminem

[verse 1]
met a r-t-rded kid named greg with a wooden leg
sn-tched it off, and beat him over the head with the peg
go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40
mix it with alka-seltzer and formula 44d
forget an acid tab, i’ll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
wait until it absorbed in, and fell to the floor dead
no more said, case closed, end of discussion
we blowin’ up like spontaneous human combustion
leavin’ you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
cross the bombers?
we blowin’ up your housе, k!llin’ your parents
comin’ back to get your foster mamas
and i’m as good at keepin’ your promisе as nostradamus
’cause i ain’t makin’ no more threats
i’m doin’ drive-bys in tinted corvettes on vietnam war vets
i’m more or less sick in the head
maybe more, ’cause i smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before
saboteur, walk the block with a labrador
strapped with more corral for war than el salvador
foul style galore, verbal cow manure
comin’ together like an eyebrow on al. b sure!

[verse 2]
it’s only fair to warn: i was born with a set of h-rns
and metaphors attached to my dang umbilical cord
warlord of rap that’ll bash you with a two-by-four board
and smash into your honda accord with a four door ford
but i’m more toward droppin’ an a capella
to chop a fella’ to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller
got you locked in a cellar, with your skeleton showin’
developin’ anorexia, while i’m standin’ next to ya’
eatin’ a four-course meal, watchin’ you starve to death
with an iv in your vein, feedin’ you liquid darvocet
pumpin’ you full of drugs
pull the plugs on the gun shop victims full of bullet slugs
who were picked up in an ambulance and driven to recievin’
with the asses ripped outta they’ pants
and given a less than a 20% chance of livin’
have a possible placement as a hospital patient
storin’ the dead bodies in grandma’s little bas-m-nt
dr. kevorkian has arrived
to perform an autopsy on you, while you scream: “i’m still alive!”
drivin’ a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
and pullin’ your adam’s apple out through your mouth
better call the fire department, i’ve hired an arson
to set fire to carpet, and burn up your entire apartment

- eminem

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