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Interpret:
Eminem
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| Under The Influence
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(Gibberish) translation:
So you can suck my dick if you dont 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
Im Clint Eastwood in his mid-20s
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats cant chew through his last pants
Im like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightnin
Frightened with five little white Vicaden pills bitin him
Im 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 its too late)
Cause once youre hung from the drapes, its "curtains"
(Swifty McBay)
Im 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 weedll hit your chest like a double-barreled gaugeer
Im a black grenade thatll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit on purpose
Youll never hear me say "forgive me"
Im snatchin every penny, its gotta be that way
Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced it
You had it, Ill make the President get a face-lift
Niggas just afraid, handin me their bracelets
Chillin in the lab wasted
Im the type thatll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on the mic
Dont 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 dont like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
Cause I dont give a fuck if you dont like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
(Bizarre)
Im a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire
Slash your tires, find out, thinkin theyre mine
Plates expired, so as soon as Im hired, Im fired
Jackin my dick off in a band of barbed wires
"Hey, is Bizarre performing?"
Bitch, didnt you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
"Arent you a male dancer?"
Naw bitch, Im retired, for fuckin a bitch in the ass with a tire iron
Im ripped, Im on an acid trip
My DJs in a coma for lettin the record skip
Lettin the record skip - lettin the record skip
(reverse revolving of record)
Im fuckin anything when Im snortin
Its gonna cost %24300 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 dont need a platinum chain
Bitch, Ill snatch Shaqs, 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 cant yell
Cause their crew is full of fags thatre sweeter than bake sales
Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Cruisin and causin more trouble than nine hoodlums
I rattle your Adams Apple until it crackles
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cause Im a looney
I got an adept mind, and its 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, Im doing a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Ihava yo-yo"
Ill leave your face leakin
Run up in church and smack the preacher while hes 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
Im 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 brains out of order
Ive 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 ones
Til I met your fat mama, now Im 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...
Haha, and Slim Shady...
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10.Apr.2001 14:04:08 |
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21.Jul.2004 14:07:34 |
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