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* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter what say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No matter what you may
I'm keep doing my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And teach to sing
I'll stick Britney Spears in a room of mirrors
So she fifty years of bad luck
and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a habit of Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
With two to lay down the school district
Get with a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit shit
Sniff glue like I give two shits
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I leave with no
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Crashin' Doc stir the
We all out of like Tony Atlas
Walking cans in a laundry basket
America's most with the army us
flossin' we take what's yours
Unload like an ace and four
I'm out of but Doc laid them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got that don't know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your barber
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches is what I'mma do
Cause what white boy Tyno do

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To and to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all wanna bump to this

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

No matter what say
I'm keep rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep doing my

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the main
Beef is like cold engine, start it
in the air and hit an airplane pilot
We pound you, rap sounds around you
From ten and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood with 2Paclypse and them
It's Funk Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug stock inside the box
Pop junk like I got jumped
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the
an automatic calling me up there
My man with a gat in his hand
my house out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your spinach or Spam
You gotta sip through a
Shop lift the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's room wall
Hey ma I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to piss a off with this
Pop more than police officers
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
off my dick, hands off my balls
But y'all can my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting on the floor

So how's everybody tonight?
you in the mood to get rude
And to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't bump

So how's everybody tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my if y'all don't wanna bump to this

No what people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep my thing

No what people say
I'm gon' doing my thing
No matter, OH!