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Lyrics for Under The Influence by Eminem:
| | | Artist: | Eminem |
| | Album: | Marshall Mathers | | Track: | Under The Influence | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 133 | | | | Lyrics: | Gibberish) translation:
So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was
high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
(Eminem)
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils
swell up like two
pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-20's
A young-ass man with a
trash can strapped to the back
of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his last
pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright
lightnin'
Frightened with five
little white Vicaden pills bitin'
him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital,
lost
Stingin' the fuck out of everything I come across in
the halls
I light a candle
and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the
fuckin'
handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds
hurtin'
(Bitch it's too
late)
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's
"curtains"
(Swifty
McBay)
I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator
They bring creative murders to kill
haters
Accused for every crime known to the equator
They knew I did it, for havin' blood
on my gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled
gauge'er
I'm a black
grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit
on
purpose
You'll never hear me say "forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny, it's
gotta be that way
Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced
it
You had
it, I'll make the President get a face-lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me their
bracelets
Chillin' in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kaluha and Gin, and
throw
up on the mic
Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight
And even at
the Million Man March, we gonna fight
Chorus:
So you can suck my dick if you don't
like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a
fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my
dick
(Bizarre)
I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire
Slash your tires,
find out, thinkin' they're mine
Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm
fired
Jackin' my dick off in a band of barbed wires
"Hey, is Bizarre
performing?"
Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be Richard
Pryor
"Aren't you a male dancer?"
Naw bitch, I'm retired, for fuckin' a bitch in the
ass
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
(reverse revolving of
record)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost $300 dollars to get my pit
bull an
abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in
her face, and
laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches are hoes, even
my stinkin' ass moms
(Caniver)
Ayo flashback, two seats, too deep up in that
asscrack
Weed laced with somethin', nigga pass that
And after then we go to hang out with
hashrats
At a Stop The Violence rally
I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing
Get
your ass capped, the Caniver divider
Yo cash that, run your motherfuckin' pockets
ASAP, I
don't need a platinum chain
Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's, born loser
Half-thief and
half-black
Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at
Bitch smack 'em, bitch
rappers get ejac-jacked
Found chopped-up in a trash bag
(Dirty
Harry)
Stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell
'Cause their crew is full of fags
that're sweeter than
bake sales
Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your
necklace
Cruisin' and causin' more trouble than nine hoodlums
I rattle your Adam's Apple
until it crackles
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed,
'cause I'm a looney
I got an adept mind, and it's polluted
I cock it back then shoot
it
I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers
Shoot up they household, even the
young toddlers
Brigades barricade to bring the noise
Watch the bullets wrap your bones up
like Christmas
toys
If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga,
screamin' "Ihava yo-yo"
I'll leave your face leakin'
Run up in church and smack the
preacher while he's
preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon
(The Con
Artist)
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight until I got caught
sellin' em shaped
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of
summer camp for havin' sex in my
tent
While the superintendent thought up, my brain's out
of
order
I've been a con artist since I was swimmin' in water
And cahoots with this
nigga named Fall Out Tom (?)
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 an advancement
and run
Ride by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on
you for not givin' me
none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a
reputation for havin' niggas run up they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was full of
some
one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in
dough
Chorus
Suck my motherfuckin' dick...
D-12... Dirty motherfuckin'
Dozen...
Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fuckin'
husbands...
Bizarre kid...
Swifty McBay... The Con Artist... The
Caniver... Dirty Harry...
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