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Lyrics for 3 Verses by Eminem:
| | | Artist: | Eminem |
| | Album: | Fucking Crazy | | Track: | 3 Verses | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 176 | | | | Lyrics: | I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch
in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James
Tarteenyer
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild
hood
As a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood
That I used as an
excuse
And aint shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I
failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I
don't promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a
cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the
wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why
not? Blow your brain out
I'm blowing mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as
well die now
It's only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And
metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four
board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?)
droppin an accapella
The choppa (?) fella
The mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta
propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing
anorexia
While I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to
death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of
drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up
in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And
given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It's a
hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty
scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your
mouth
Better call the fire department
I've hired a arson
To set fire to
carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch
wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit
Met a
retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head
with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and
Formula 44D
Fuck 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
I'm
blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and
traumas
Cross the bombas
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back
to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint
making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys 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 sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El
Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al
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