Sun Doobie - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend

We got ears that we each'll lend each other my brother

Just hollered at me again

He said he tired of all the lyin' deceivin' and

D*ck ridin' the people providin' on every beat but when

I do it it's stupid I bruise it like a bad b**ch

I lose it my music's a movement and they just mad stiff

I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift

Point 'em out and I will subtract him with an adlib

See the fact is what I'm a bastard

How can I not be macho man I'm a savage

In the past I was passive now I'm mad b**ch

I'm spazzin' you get an adidas classic where yo' a** is

Eheh eheh nickel ain't the one at all

Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall

You a knife at a gun fight our sh*t is raw

You a square you're silverware in a civil war

The slaughterhouse wolf pack riders under the moon

The reason you itchin' wit'cha lighter under your spoon

I'm a lover the lead bustin' is old to me

You put your head in her butt I headbutt the ovaries

God dipped me in war paint for all weathers

I'm mr spill the liquor on my alcohol tether

No need to ride with nobody

I feel the heat can help me

Your jean's skinnier than 'em is when he eatin' healthy hahaha

Whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa shaaady

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Mr porterrrrr

Outnumbered outspoken outcasted

Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted

Outlandish so I learned to outwit 'em

I outsmart 'em outgrew 'em I outdid 'em

Cream outbid 'em team can't outspit him

Keep sleepin' your wet dream is out with him

See do a lil' yoga a lil' kama sutra

Steakhouse ni**a used to be a ramen noodler

Heavy on b and e's was a calm intruder

Pumped a ruger moms called me con and loser

I suggest you and your mans'll regroup why

Bet against it and probably can't recoup out

I point a pistol at your mamma Mia

I'm sick as tyson in the ring at the colosseum with gonorrhea

F**k a rapper my clapper black as bahamadia

F**k you rb b**ches shut up you not aaliyah

Ha ha when mr porter record a piano

Producers may wanna order some ammo

I'm a California corner reporter

Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein' poor was a horror

And now my aura is sorta soprano look here

We reinvent the wheel to have a good year and y'all tired

We like tyler perry mixed with everlast

The house of payne slaughterhouse gang