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    歌名Unaccommodating 歌手名 Eminem

    作詞 M Mathers/T. Suby/L. Resto/K. Marrero
    作曲 M Mathers/T. Suby/L. Resto/K. Marrero
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    Oh, this what we doin'? Alright M.A I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble Shake it, shake it, break it, break it, uh Nigga, 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 ass 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 kill er'body, Drake mode (Hello) Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello) Disrespect that life and I'm in gang mode (Grrr) You can leave this earth, bitch, 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 niggas, 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 niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (What?) Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed Game over, Thanos on you H-O's On my petty shit 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 shit 'cause I feed off of it I am the complete opposite of these retards 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 horns 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 eyeballs 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 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 (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating Man, I don't see why they hate me (Huh?) I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy (What?) They call me Kanye crazy (Yah) APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z (Woo) And I'm back with Andre, baby (Yeah) And the doctor's operating (What?) 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 bitch 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, kill, kill, kill Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too Ain't shit 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 fuckin' devour the track And you backpedal, that is a cowardly act Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed 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 (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating

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