Eminem
Eminem - Under The Influence lyrics
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(Gibberish) translation: So you can suck my dick if you don`t like, my shit `Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick (Eminem) Two pills I pop, `til my pupils swell up like two pennies I`m Clint Eastwood in his mid-20`s A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass So the rats can`t chew through his last pants I`m like a mummy at night, fightin` with bright lightnin` Frightened with five little white Vicaden pills bitin` him I`m like a fuckin` wasp in the hospital, lost Stingin` the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fuckin` handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds hurtin` (Bitch it`s too late) `Cause once you`re hung from the drapes, it`s "curtains" (Swifty McBay) I`m an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator They bring creative murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known to the equator They knew I did it, for havin` blood on my gators My weed`ll hit your chest like a double-barreled gauge`er I`m a black grenade that`ll blow up in your face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit on purpose You`ll never hear me say "forgive me" I`m snatchin` every penny, it`s gotta be that way Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced it You had it, I`ll make the President get a face-lift Niggas just afraid, handin` me their bracelets Chillin` in the lab wasted I`m the type that`ll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on the mic Don`t like this rule, you get socked right on sight And even at the Million Man March, we gonna fight Chorus: So you can suck my dick if you don`t like, my shit `Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick `Cause I don`t give a fuck if you don`t like, my shit `Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick (Bizarre) I`m a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire Slash your tires, find out, thinkin` they`re mine Plate`s expired, so as soon as I`m hired, I`m fired Jackin` my dick off in a band of barbed wires "Hey, is Bizarre performing?" Bitch, didn`t you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor "Aren`t you a male dancer?" Naw bitch, I`m retired, for fuckin` a bitch in the ass with a tire iron I`m ripped, I`m on an acid trip My DJ`s in a coma for lettin` the record skip Lettin` the record skip - lettin` the record skip (reverse revolving of record) I`m fuckin` anything when I`m snortin` It`s gonna cost $300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion Some bitch asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face, and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bitches are hoes, even my stinkin` ass moms (Caniver) Ayo flashback, two seats, too deep up in that asscrack Weed laced with somethin`, nigga pass that And after then we go to hang out with hashrats At a Stop The Violence rally I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing Get your ass capped, the Caniver divider Yo cash that, run your motherfuckin` pockets ASAP, I don`t need a platinum chain Bitch, I`ll snatch Shaq`s, born loser Half-thief and half-black Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at Bitch smack `em, bitch rappers get ejac-jacked Found chopped-up in a trash bag (Dirty Harry) Stranglin` rappers to the point they can`t yell `Cause their crew is full of fags that`re sweeter than bake sales Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Cruisin` and causin` more trouble than nine hoodlums I rattle your Adam`s Apple until it crackles Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, `cause I`m a looney I got an adept mind, and it`s polluted I cock it back then shoot it I love snatchin` up players, thugs, and young ballers Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers Brigades barricade to bring the noise Watch the bullets wrap your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I`m doing a song with Bolo A big Chinese nigga, screamin` "Ihava yo-yo" I`ll leave your face leakin` Run up in church and smack the preacher while he`s preachin` Take a swing at the deacon (The Con Artist) I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight until I got caught sellin` em shaped I`m ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin` sex in my tent While the superintendent thought up, my brain`s out of order I`ve been a con artist since I was swimmin` in water And cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Tom (?) Who got fired from UPS for tryin` to send you a bomb (special delivery) I signed to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped an advancement and run Ride by you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin` me none Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin` niggas run up they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some one`s `Til I met your fat mama, now I`m rollin` in dough Chorus Suck my motherfuckin` dick... D-12... Dirty motherfuckin` Dozen... Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fuckin` husbands... Bizarre kid... Swifty McBay... The Con Artist... The Caniver... Dirty Harry... Haha, and Slim Shady...