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* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No what you may think
I'm gon' keep doing my

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at yo
Is fat, bald men decided to songs
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Britney Spears in a room of mirrors
So she fifty years of bad luck
Club and swear at Christina
When I her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a crawled up his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his
Till it in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who visits the
With two biscuits to lay down the school
Get pissed a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit shit
Sniff glue like I give two shits
If I get too I just get sued

Yo I with no engine
After I four in ya
One on top of your ninja
Crashin' Doc the madness
We all out of work like Atlas
Walking with cans in a basket
America's with the army after us
Fuck we take what's yours
Unload like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it arsonists?
Paper make pens with arsenic
I got hoes that don't know Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I turn out camps in to lakes
And fuck bitches face is what do
Cause what white boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the to get drunk
To and to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my if y'all don't wanna bump to this

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

No matter what say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep doing my

Yo when my gat it hospital son admitted
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm what's happening no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them is hard to breathe from
the gat your town bow guarded
Your wallet, your the main target
Beef is cold engine, don't start it
in the air and hit an airplane pilot
We you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
It's Funk Doctor

Mr. Punk
Got the drug stock inside the box
Pop like I just got jumped
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, all good
God for vodka
But my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a waiting upstairs in the attic
With an calling me up there
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out till you can't finish a
Ham sandwich or your canned or Spam
You gotta sip through a
Shop lift through the
Pictures of me on my mom's living wall
Hey ma maybe give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to piss a priest off with
Pop more than police officers
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
off my dick, hands off my balls
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a smashed on the floor

So how's everybody feeling
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't bump

So everybody doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna to this

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep doing my

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep doing my
No matter, OH!