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letra de turn me loose - eminem

eminem: aite
fred durst: check! slim shady, do the mic. kid

(eminem)
i don’t do black music
i don’t do withe music
i make fight music
for high school kids
i pull side full grips
when i drive like this {screech}
with a slipped disk

from a limp bizkit diss
i just missed the gift list for christmas gifts
so i get p-ssed and can’t pick which wrist to slit
little rich kids in cribs
don’t attempt this sh-t
just step back
while i prep up to pimp this b-tch
so i said to the girl, i’m like
“what up girl?”
“shut up girl!”
and showed her a cut-up squirrel
she screamed bl–dy murder so loud everybody heard her
slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer
i moved on to two blondes
and kissed ’em on a futon
{ay yo baby!}
{what do you want?!}
i looked at ’em both and i was like
“look, check this out toots, i’m lookin’ for cookie pus”
i need to speak to ’em immediately
they played my video on mtv last week
and just when i was thinkin’ i was all that and then some
in comes fred durst

(fred durst)
yo shady let me get some
who knows what galaxy i came from
one where a b-ss drum hung from my high chair
now i’m a nightmare
you stay right there
i got the diva
hold the flavor of a single
see me and shady?
i think we got a lock down
shocked by the sound
i got you cruisin’ with your top down
these two blondes
i offered ’em both a drink
and this you would think
could get the party started
but instead them girls turned their heads
opened up their mouths
smelt like somebody farted
so if it’s time for me to move on
shady said the livin’ room was a dance floor
so turn me loose
i was cuttin’ the rug with this chick
bumped into this dude who was drunk
and a pr-ck
ramblin’ on about how
he was gonna kill me
wow!
i spilled a drink on his shirt
but no- he insisted we should go
before i could drop ’em
shady had to clock ’em
the music stopped
the party stood in shock
so i looked around
grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf

turn me loose
turn me loose
turn me loose
turn me loose
this party’s goin’ my way
or no way at all
but don’t you
turn me loose
turn me loose
turn me loose
this party’s goin’ my way
or no way at all

(eminem)
turn me loose
you better tell ’em to come re-shingle the roof
just keep feedin’ me free drinks till i puke
and fred’ll ask me to lead sing in his group
i’m sick at the barn
i’m not bein’ approached
cuz fred’s over there stealin’ all of my hoes
{yo fred save me some}
i walked up to these saimese twins
and asked to have a threesome
told ’em two heads are better that one
plus i respect how y’all roll together as one
got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin
stood up like “ay wait, where you goin” {bye!}
oh well
three strikes and i’m out
i struck out and stood tied to the road {ouch}
i ain’t tryin’ no more
f-ck it- i’m chillin’
get a shot of yable {ahhh}
fell asleep on the ceiling

(fred durst)
who knows what galaxy i came from
one where a b-ss drum hung from my high chair
now i’m a nightmare
you stay right there
i got the diva
hold the flavor of a single
see me and shady?
i think we got a lock down
shocked by the sound
i got you cruisin’ with your top down
these two blondes
i offered ’em both a drink
and this you would think
could get the party started
but instead them girls turned their heads
opened up their mouths
smelt like somebody farted
so if it’s time for me to move on
shady said the livin’ room was a dance floor
so turn me loose
i was cuttin’ the rug with this chick
bumped into this dude who was drunk
and a pr-ck
ramblin’ on about how
he was gonna kill me
wow!
i spilled a drink on his shirt

- eminem

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