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letra de unaccommodating - eminem

[intro: young m.a & eminem]
oh, this what we doin’? alright
m.a

[verse 1: young m.a]
i like a b-tch that like to wobble, wobble
shake it, shake it, break it, break it
n-gga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it
pro professional, pure persistent, i’m paper chasing
i hate complaining, i hated waiting, i’ll pay for patience
but i hate to pay a bill (hate that)
and i made a mil’ without a major deal (i made that)
yeah, her -ss fake, but she came for real (she came, uh)
money ain’t a thing, that ain’t a thing for real
it’s the broke lingo (huh)
and no, ain’t nothing saweetie, this is no quavo (migo)
man, i just get high, let my hoes lay low (ooh)
i just want some face but this is no facial (ooh)
do right and k!ll er’body, drake mode (h-llo)
b-tch, i’m tryna eat out, take your plate mode (h-llo)
disrespect that life and i’m in gang mode (grrr)
you can leave this earth, b-tch, i’m in rake mode (huh)
i’m in cake mode (huh), i’m in brave mode, uh
what up, marshall? i’m a martian, i’m in wayne mode (facts)
neck wet, big drip, i’m in rain mode (drip, drip, drip)
eight n-ggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (brrr)
collect pesos (huh), and i’m paid, so? (paid)
self-made goals (hey)
when the pain leaves (huh)
where does the pain go? (where?)
tip of the backwood is where the flame goes (there)
to the sky is where my brain goes (wow)
same pack, same fiend, sellin’ the same clothes (wow)
pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose
me and my n-ggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (what?)
case closed, bodies in my lane, b-tch, lane closed

[verse 2: eminem]
game over, thanos on you h-o’s
on my petty sh-t but i don’t paint toes (yeah)
get the plunger (plunger) ’cause marshall and m.a go plum crazy
call us liquid plumber, ’cause even dre know (dre know)
beat knocks like a beefed up detox
you’re gonna need three swats or police officers at least to come pull me off of it and i don’t stop
please dawg, i need y’all to keep talking sh-t ’cause i feed off of it
i am the complete opposite of these r-t-rds who spit these weak bars, i’ma leave carnage
each thought’ll be so toxic, it’ll block the wind through your esophagus
stop it, cutting off your oxygen
and i hit them pads like a boxing gym
better watch for slim, better get to popping and when i’m at the top again
i won’t topple, i’m giving it to anyone who wanna come and get it and i’m not gonna stop
but when they ask me is the war finished with mgk? of course it is
i cleansed him of his mortal sins, i’m god and the lord forgives even the devil worshippers
i’m moving on but you know your scruples are gone when you’re born with lucifer’s h-rns
and you’re from the school of notorious, puba, cube and the poor righteous teachers tutored my students
showed them all the blueprint and formula
but it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eyeb-lls
i’m watching my pupils get cornier (uh)
but i’m contemplating yelling “bombs away” on the game
like i’m outside of an ariana grande concert waiting

[chorus: eminem]
they call me saddam hussein, ayatollah khomeini
where’s osama been? i been laden lately
look at how i’m behaving, they want me gone away
they wanna jonbenet me (f-ck you), i’m unaccommodating

[verse 3: eminem]
man, i don’t see why they hate me
i’m a clown like john wayne gacy
they call me kanye crazy
apesh-t, beyonce, jay-z
and i’m back with andre, baby
and the doctor’s operating
but he never put no scrubs on from snoop, k. dot to shady
shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, i better check to see why you feel upset
’cause i met your b-tch on the internet now i’m getting head like a pillow pet
that bimbo can put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow
like a dusty cartridge from an old nintendo
those were the days but i bet you, i’m never gonna be broke again, no
i don’t smoke but i got paper, to be blunt, i’m rolling indo
and i keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two
b-tch, shut the f-ck up ‘fore i shoot you too
ain’t sh-t i won’t do just to get a few youtube views
run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
’cause that’s what i do, do, do
but, even to the untrained human eye
we ain’t the same, you and i
somebody should have explained to you why
for you to go against me, it’s simply insane, you will die (yeah)
that’s why they call me kamikaze, it’s plain suicide, yeah
but i know magic and here go my last trick
i’m ’bout to say “abracadabra” and pull a b rabbit up out of my hat
i’m about to relapse and i betcha that you won’t know how to react
but a look of disgust, i don’t doubt it’d be that
as i begin to f-ckin’ devour the track
and you backpedal that is a cowardly act
like a saudi attack when the towers collapsed

- eminem

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