Eminem
Eminem - Ain't Nuttin but Music songtekst
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[Eminem] It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder To figure out than what Britney's tit size is Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits You know how many shit's I get if I wish I did So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just dissed Justin She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him If Afflec can get his ass licked, how I can't shit Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand this Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is Fuck your jewelery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH! [HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre] What's goin on in the world today People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music [Bizarre] Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes Mary's broke, Ty's snortin coke, and then an overdose I got two little boys wit me Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me I'm up early wit my hair curly Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley! [Kuniva] Alotta rappers are livin in la la land That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha men As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junky I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene [Kon Artis] To all the independent women in the house! (HEY!) Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!) [Proof] Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston The shit's confusin (SNIFF!) Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbells PeeWee Herman's, peep show places Public restrooms, peep those cases [HOOK] [Swifty McVay] Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what) We done turned their kids into little body snatchers Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime It's only music, media know it but they blind I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin If you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin) Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh) But holdin back on what I say just aint me [Kon Artis] Now what's these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um) For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!) Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit So when they ask me about my sarcasticness I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this [HOOK] Hoooo Hoooo Hooo (Fade Out)