Eminem - Mommy Lyrics
Added On: December 27, 2004
| Last Update: December 25, 2004
Mommy by Eminem Lyrics
Intro: Frogg Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em this is.. what you thought it wasn't and like, back and forth because ah It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background* And check out the man he goes by the name of er... Verse One: Eminem Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman Chorus: Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin tellin your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! So put my tape back on the rack But see me on the street and duck Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Verse Two: Eminem I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can With more holes than an Afghan Chorus Verse Three: Eminem Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in Chorus Outro: Eminem Hey, fuck that! Outsidaz.. Young Zee.. Pace One..
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