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  • Eminem - Under the Influence

    Eminem

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    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 - ha ha!
    Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies

    I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
    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 lightning

    Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
    I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost
    Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
    I light a candle and place it up on the mantle

    Grab a knife at 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

    I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
    Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
    Accused for every crime known through the equator
    They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators

    My weed will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
    I'm a black grenade that will blow up in yo' face {*BLAM*}
    With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
    You never hear me say, "Forgive me"

    I'm snatchin' every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it
    That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
    You hidin, I make the president get a face lift
    Niggaz just afraid, handin' me they bracelets

    Chillin' in the lab wasted
    I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic
    Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
    And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

    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

    I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
    Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
    Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
    Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire

    (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer?
    Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
    (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
    Fuckin' your 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.. {*needle pops*}
    Lettin' the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
    Lettin' the record skip.. {*needle pops*} (Damn!)

    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 is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

    Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass crack
    Weed laced with somethin' {*gun cocks*} nigga pass that
    In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
    At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats

    Be your mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
    The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
    Run your motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP
    I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's

    Born loser, half thief and half black
    Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
    Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
    And found chopped up in a trash bag

    We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
    'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
    Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
    Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums

    I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle
    Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
    Get executed, cuz I'm a "Luni"
    I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted

    I cock it back then shoot it
    I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
    Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
    Brigade barricade to bring the noise

    While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
    If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
    A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo.."
    I leave ya face leakin', run up in church
    And smack the preacher while he's preachin'
    Take a swing at the deacon

    I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
    I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' em shake
    I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
    I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent

    With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
    I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
    In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von
    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, take the advancement and run
    Driveby 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' niggaz runnin' they funds
    Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some one's
    'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

    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

    Haha... suck my motherfuckin dick
    D-12.. Dirty motherfuckin Dozen
    Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
    Bizarre kid

    Swifty McVeigh
    The Kon Artis
    The Kuniva
    Dirty Harry
    Haha, and Slim Shady...

    Licensed by © EMI Music Publishing
    Written by RUFUS B JOHNSON | DENAUN M PORTER | DE SHAUN DUPREE HOLTON

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