Eminem
Eminem - Can A Bitch songtekst
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(Child) I, I wanna grow up toon Uncle Marshall, will you tell us a bed time story? (Eminem) Heeere we gooo Now once upon a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went letter double pop a wood So the silly little fans they were mislead By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head "Me and you clef we're gonna make some cash Grab the silver paint and let's paint my ass" Hey mister would ya get a bear witness tha Ass-whippin I'm about to add minister To this ass-kissin little vagnal blista Stan-abis, little Marshall Mathers sista And in dis, corner, we have a mister Not havin it it's the machinista Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for This little antagonist bag of dick-suckin Ex LL Cool Jay fan from Windsor I'm bout to murder little guinea fag Anista You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya Canabis, where the fuck you at I miss ya (Chorus) Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch where for art thou can-a-bitch? Please tell me what happened with that style that you were rappin with? Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor from Canada? Oh Can-a-bitch Now at first I ain't really understand this shit Picture me for a second and imagine it Chillin in a bat man chair an relaxin When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanner It's 'Can-a-bitch' on some Stan lives shit They creep me out at first man this is sick But me being just a sick as conflict gets my dick harder than arithmetic And I know how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me The first two letters you were Tellin me shit like you respect me like any other regular MC The third letter you ask How come I ain't return none of the messages at Shady Records you left me? The fourth Letter "Slim you really startin to upset me" The fifth letter told me you were comin to get me The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building This crazy mother fucker's really tryin to kill me So I went back and read the first few letters That said some shit about a message you left Oh shit that's not an "e" that's an "a" This dude wants to leave me a massage he's gay Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre We got a bogey ("Marshall I'm on the way") (Chorus) Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch where for art thou can-a-bitch? Please tell me what happened with that style that you were rappin with? Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor from Canada? Oh Can-a-bitch So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib Only thing is we both know where this kid lives And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship Shit oh Dre wait a mintue that's it All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost We can fly over the border "Let's go whoosh" So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin speed *Pfftt Arghh* What was that? Oh Jermaine Dupri fuck It Keep goin no time to waste Wait backup hit him one more time in case (Okay) Fuck now he's draggin under the car Oh well only 30 more thousand miles Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin to conversate Just tryin to find a reason for the constant hatin And tryin to figure out what happened to Jermaine propaine "He couldn't have fell of that hard" ain't no way "What happened to the way you was rappin, When you was scandalous then Canabis turned into a television evangelist?" Plus he raps with his regular voice *Pft, pft, pft, pft* ("What was that?") Pet Shop Boys So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted His corpse was still movin but his ass was rotted He kind of smelled a little like Courtney Love I figured if I stick him with a fork he's done So I stapped him twice kept jabbin christ He won't die this guy's like a battered wife He's like Kim he keeps comin back for more But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw Hold up Bis quit foldin up Punch me in the chest make my shoulders touch Do somethin at least one punch line C'mon till the meter reads nine, nine, ninetey-nine percent of my fans are blonde Bis c'mon answer me man respond Tell me bout the sun, rain, moon and stars Intergalatic or metaphors from Mars Raw to the floor raw like Resovoir dogs Bite another line from Red Man's song Suddenly the stub of a dead man's arm from a midget Reaches out from under the car It's JD, this motherfucker won't die neither Dre starts sprayin him with cans of Ether *Sshhhh* We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the bitch again (Compton) Detroit Bitch talk some shit again Stomp him (switch feet) Stomp him (switch again) Dre alright he's dead dawg quit kickin him I think Stan-abis jumped off the bridge again (Arghhhhhh.....Damn!) He disappeared yo he's gone he did it again (Chorus) Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch where for art thou can-a-bitch? Please tell me what happened with that style that you were rappin with? Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor from Canada? Oh Can-a-bitch