Just Lose It (Explicit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

Lyrics by：Mike Elizondo/Mark Batson/Marshall Mathers/Andre R. Young/Christopher Pope

Composed by：Mike Elizondo/Mark Batson/Marshall Mathers/Andre R. Young/Christopher Pope

Down down down

Down down down

Down down down

Down okay

Guess who's back back back again again

Shady's back back tell a friend friend

Now everyone report to the dance floor

To the dance floor to the dance floor

Now everyone report to the dance floor

Alright stop pajama time

Come here little kiddies on my lap

Guess who's back with a brand new rap

And I don't mean rap as in a new case

Of child molestation accusations

Ah ah ah ah ah no worries

Papa's got a brand new bag of toys

What else could I possibly do to make noise

I done touched on everything but little boys

And that's not a stab at Michael

That's just a metaphor I'm just psycho

I go a little bit crazy sometimes

I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes

Good God dip do a little slide

Bend down touch your toes and just glide

Up the center of the dance floor

Like TP for my bung-hole

And it's cool if you let one go

Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it

Give a little poot poot it's okay

Oops my CD just skipped

And everyone just heard you let one rip

Now I'm gonna make you dance

It's your chance yeah boy shake that a*s

Whoops I mean girl girl girl girl

Girl you know you're my world

Alright now lose it ah ah ah ah ah

Just lose it ah ah ah ah ah

Go crazy ah ah ah ah ah

Oh baby ah ah oh baby baby ah ah

Well it's Friday and it's my day

Just to party all the way 'til Sunday

Maybe 'til Monday I don't know what day

Every day's just a holiday

Cruisin' on the freeway feelin' kinda breezy

Let the top down and my hair blow

I don't know where I'm goin' all I know is

When I get there someone's gonna touch my body

'Scuse me miss I don't mean to sound like a jerk

But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work

Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair

Spit on me maybe gouge my eyes out yeah

Now what's your name girl what's your sign

Man you must be up out your mind

Dre ah ah beer goggles blind

I'm just tryin' to unwind now I'm

Now I'm gonna make you dance

It's your chance yeah boy shake that a*s

Whoops I mean girl girl girl girl

Girl you know you're my world

Alright now lose it ah ah ah ah ah

Just lose it ah ah ah ah ah

Go crazy ah ah ah ah ah

Oh baby ah ah oh baby baby ah ah

Well it's Tuesday and I'm locked up

I'm in jail and I don't know what happened

They say I was runnin' butt-naked

Down the street screamin' ah ah ah ah

Your honor I'm sorry I don't remember

All I know is this much I'm not guilty

They said save it boy we got you on tape

Yellin' at an old lady to touch my body

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down

It gets real intense no one makes a sound

Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now

The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves

Now snap back to reality look it's B Rabbit

Yo you signed me up to battle I'm a grown man

Chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubby

I don't have any lines to go right here so chubba Teletubby

Fellas what fellas what

Grab your left nut make your right one jealous what

Black girls white girls skinny girls fat girls

Tall girls small girls I'm calling all girls

Everyone report to the dance floor

It's your chance for a little romance or

Butt-squeezin' it's the season

Just go ah ah ah ah it's so appeasin'

Now I'm gonna make you dance

It's your chance yeah boy shake that a*s

Whoops I mean girl girl girl girl

Girl you know you're my world

Alright now lose it ah ah ah ah ah

Just lose it ah ah ah ah ah

Go crazy ah ah ah ah ah

Oh baby ah ah oh baby baby ah ah

Touch my body

Touch my body

Oh boy touch my body

I mean girl touch my body

Body body