Letra de Mommy, Eminem

Intro: Frogg 

A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em 
and like, back and forth because ah 
this is.. what you thought it wasn't 
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 a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady 
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer 
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer 
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from 
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album 
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open 
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then 
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) 
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 


So when you see me on your block with two glocks 
Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac 
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! 
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 
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack 
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! 
But see me on the street and duck 
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 Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone 
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 
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview 
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review 
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!) 
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion 
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion 
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 


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 
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure 
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher 
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches 
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes 
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush 
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 


Outro: Eminem 

Hey, fuck that! 
Pace One.. 
Young Zee..

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