Grindin - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

Yo Turn that click off

My music is theraputic

But its also provin

That it can put you in the mood to

Jump out your car while it's movin

You been waitin' on this moment

My sermon is like a omen

I'm servin' I'm Erick Sermon

I saw the window was open

And I jumped through it

My sh*t if you don't get pumped to it

I quit here's my rhyme book

Go ahead and thumb through it

And pick what you want from it

Rummage and find something

You can use to jump someone

And roll up bumpin

I'm constantly copin' over you

Squattin' sh*t has gotten to the point

Where I ain't even writin' no more

I'm just jottin'

This is chicken scratch sh*t is sickenin'

I've been kickin' a** off b******t

Throwaway rhymes pick a batch

I live for the love of rap you crazy

Ive made beats for Jay-Z for free

Page me you need a beat you ****

Then it's Dre's fee

You Kay Slay the fees waved

I stay beefin' with JD

Till the day Dre 2-ways me

That it's okay to stop blazin' him

Oops I put it out I apologize now

It's too late G it's on tape

And the tape leaped

"Say What You Say" mothaf**ka

Drama King Kay Slay mothaf**ka

We dictate these mixtapes mothaf**ka

Xzibit blaze little gay midget cocksucka

Ladies and Gentlemen

This is dedicated to the man

We all love to hate

Tattoo a k a The Leprechaun a k a

Mr Jermaine Dupri

Come on ladies and gentlemen sing a long

(Short people got) What (no reason) Yeah

(Short people got) What (no reason) Come On

(Short people got no reason to live)

Haha f**kin' faggot

If ya So So Def than b**ch get a hearing aid

Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade

Hook line and sinker ya took the bait

Act ya age not ya size not ya weight

Every time you professional making hits

Why it always gotta sound

Like the next men sh*t

Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay

Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today

Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr Dre

Never liked ya f**kin' a** any goddamn way

And I could care less if we label mates

Your style been dead Columbians

Should drop the weight

I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back

F**k you f**k ya n***as that's writing ya raps

What up lo get ya L A pass revoked

Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf

You won't get smoked

But ya might get robbed and choked

Or you might disappear kidnapped

With no ransom note

Off the leash off the hook off the chain

F**k Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name

Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth

You ain't the mayor

You don't run sh*t in the South

Scarface run the South motherf**ker

You will be on

The underage b**ch in the Kelly tape

Getting pee'd on

Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex

Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense

Harlem Shake to that high jump to hell

You the best in the business I can't tell

Too late to apologize kiss my a**

We about to cut your whole sound scan in half

Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self

Stop f**king with the West ni**a respect yo'self

It's a short ride to the top and a long way down

Look Man vs Machine about to drop now

This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat

Loss caliber heat let's take it

To the street muh'f**ker

Oh my god yeah yeah