專輯：好的很 (Recovery)
歌曲：Untitled
Nah man not quite finished yet
Girl I think
you just mighta just try-ta
pull a muhfuckin fast one
I'm mad
You just hurt my god
damn feeling
and that was the
last one I had
Does this look like an arcade
trying to play games
see the saw blade
See the silhouette
of a stalker in your walk way
better cooperate
Or get sauteed
and rotisserie
while you're hog tied
MCs get so quiet
you can hear em all fucking
dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule
stuntin on that ass like
the fuckin fall guy
I don't gas my Mercedes
after midnight
I treat like a mogai
Cuz it will turn into
a gremlin and run over
kids women men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn
motor so big you can
fit a midget in its engine
Bitch gimme them digits
while your cringin'
Not by the hair
on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spen-spend even
ten cents on you
Since when do you think
it's gonna cost me
a pretty penny
Shit if I think
a penny's pretty
Just image how beautiful
a quarter is to me
Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe
catch an esquimaux by his toe
While he's tryin to roll
a snowball but
don't make him lose his cool
If he hollers better
let him go ya'll
Get up baby get a move on
like a u-haul
You can rack your brain
like pool balls
You won't ever think
of this shit
yeah honey you called?
Well here I come
havoc on the beat I wreak it
Evil I see hear and speak it
Lady put your money on shady
fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs
in the same basket
You can count every
motherfuckin chicken
'fore it hatches
Cuz you can bet your ass that
we gonna get it crackin
Like the Kraken & Titans
when they clash and
Get your brains bashin so bad
You gonna have Kurt Cobain
asking to autograph on
a blood stained napkin
Unfashionable
about as rational as
a rash on a fag's asshole
Now let's take that line
run it up the flag pole
with Elton
See if he's cool with it
don't stand there and
look stupid at me bitch
I ain't in the mood
for the shit
gif my dick
Google it till it pops up
Ya'll are so motherfuckin
full of shit that your
stocked up
Me I'm always shittin
diarrhea at the mouth
Till your speakers crap out
pthhhhp
Ha what girl you got
a hot butt
like a lit cigarette
But you won't get a hot
fudge Sunday from me
So do not strut my way slut
because
And now that I got your
panties in a bunch and
your bowels in an uproar
I'ma show you why I came
so you stop asking me
what the fuck for
Not look you little
slut-cunt-whore
I know you want more
Bitch it's time to put
the math back in the Mathers
Cuz I'm a fuckin' run boy
Every flow got it mastered
So every last word
hat you fuckin' fags heard
Comes straight from
the fish's ass
Yeah in other words
I'm a bass-terd
Lookin' at me like
a killed Kenny
gas in the tank
Yeah still plenty
No morals
are instilled in me
so remorse
I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal
understandable
why you're jealous
Fuckin' animal
I got cannibal magnetism
Can't resist 'em
now can ya hoe
Shady
I don't understand ya flow
understand my flow
Bitch I flow
like Troy Polamalu's hair
boy
Don't you dare try to
follow or compare boy
I'm raw
you ain't even medium rare
stay the fuck outta
my hair boy
You can look
you can stare point
But you can't touch
I'm too clairvoyant
I don't get it man
is there a void
All this weak shit
what are my steroids
Well bitch
I'm back with some shit
for that ass
In ya trunk elephant
hemorrhoids
And remember boys
Thank you for coming out
Hope you enjoyed the show
Until next time peace
