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bizarre – on edge كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: bizarre]
i rap, like i got a chip on my shoulder
this ain’t no chip, this is a 15 pound boulder
practicing yoga, meditatin’ on death
bottle of vicodin ‘till ain’t nothing left
i got an idea lets play b_tt_naked hokey_pokey
cut off the lights, listen to esham and hold me (yeah)
d_mn my neighbor is nosey, close the blinds
this kid ain’t ten, he’s barely nine
nice behind. d_mn, i’m talkin’ about a kid
i’m talkin’ about rapes, i’m talkin’ about a bed
mia, my wife’s spanish she’s been f_ckin’ from the back
i’m in the other room tongue_kissing the cat
“d_mn, this is one sick motherf_cker (aha)
he talks about rape and he’ll tongue_kiss your brothеr” (d_mn)
rape your grandma in the ass and i put a plug
hide out for 30 days and wait for hеr period to come (yeah)
30th day i beat her ass for nothing
b_tch is 65 years old, that period ain’t comin’
i’m a lutheran, a catholic, a jehovah witness, a baptist
a muslim, i’m a f_ggot, go_go gadget!
[verse 2: kuniva]
kickin’ down your door with a 44._matic
and the size will make you shake like a know dope addict
turn a robbery into something more tragic
“don’t shoot, here’s my watch it’s all rolls gold have it”
b_tch! i coined the phrase “i’m goin’ in”
your mom insisting play the game
the first tongue on my dong wins
they says the dozen was slippin’, yo how’d you figure that
slap the drool out of your mouth, tell you to spit a rap
breakin every bone in your hand, homie twitter that
i am like a chinese chef the way i’m k!llin cats
see a fool screamin at his caddy and then i prop it up
get the kinda stuff that make your toilet keep stoppin’ up
we cannot stop the cuts after i tie you in a chair
and grab the ginsu knives, now we can chop it up
i’ll take it easy if your chick’s pregnant
i’ll wait until your kid’s stretchin then sock him in his midsection (ah!)
don’t ever try to slug me, i’ll leave the back of your head bl__dy
so when you wipe it looks like you’re doin’ the dougie
so don’t trust me, i’m grimy and unlucky
voice_mails from your b_tch like, “kuniva, come f_ck me!”
gritty, know every nook and cranny of the city
bullet for every fool that mr. t pitied
i smell p_ssy and i don’t see titties
cash buried underground, dirty money, p. diddy
shifty off the remmy or the henny
hit your bentley i’m simply demandin
and i’m never f_ckin b_tches gently, gang around
all up in the crib pistol hangin out (sup b_tch)
likes the way i rhyme and i love the way she slang her mouth
[chorus: eminem]
(you’re on fire)
that’s how you know you’re on a roll
’cause when you’re hot it’s like you’re burning up everyone else’s cold
(you’re on fire)
man, i’m so f_ckin’ sick
i got ambulances pullin’ me over and sh_t
(you’re on fire)
you need to stop, drop, and roll
’cause when you say the sh_t to get the whole hip_hop shop to blow
(you’re on fire) yeah
(you’re on fire) yuh

[verse 3: swifty mcvay]
if you say that you hungry, then i ain’t concerned
unless you came in this game with a tapeworm
the phantom of hip_hop, cause this is the doctrine of a madman
and i’m assassinating doctors, no shot treatment is needed
i’m up in the hospital weeded with bl__dy orthopedics
i’m giving it to innocent people that don’t need it
and i’m exporting you n_ggas without a heater
keep them breathin’ nut there’s none worthy
if i ain’t out murkin’ motherf_ckers, i’m cold turkey
or worst thing since percy
when i was younger, my momma placed me in the dirty nursery
that’s why they labeled me a cursed beast, i’m blood_thirsty
i pop up, unexpectedly like a herpe
i murder you for dirt, cheap
open up that door like lurch
and i’m murk the first n_gga that i see
when i guillotine, i slit a n_ggas brain
and slit it till you get rap and signature, my name
the pinnacle of insane, my genitals remain
bigger then a afro_puffs, on cranium arrange
sh_t, it’s normal till i end with a gauge
cut your life short, like an editor with blades
i’m a predator, infrared up in the trees
when i conversate i’ll be shootin’ more in a breeze
i breath b_tches to their knees
givin’ them stitches with a rusted needle and barb wires
sealin’ their lips i’m justa’, opposite of narcoleptic
i breathe darkness, sleepwalker tearing the tees off these hawkers
i throw you hoes in the ocean
and seen it to souls that the air force is exploding with seahorses
like me, my sorcerist is talking b_tchy
this ain’t pulp fiction, my addiction is torture methods
[verse 4: eminem]
i just put a bullsh_t hook in between two long_ass verses
if you mistook this for a song, look, this ain’t a song
it’s a warning to brooke hogan and david cook
that the crook just took over, so book
run as fast as you can, stop writing and k!ll it
i’m lightning in a sk!llet, you’re a f_ckin’ flash in the pan
i pop up, you b_tches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan
mr. mathers is the man, yeah, i’m p_ssed
but i would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
come back and whip your ass with it again
saliva’s like sulfuric acid in your hand
it’ll eat through anything, metal, the ass of iron man
turn him into plastic
so for you to think that you could stand a f_ckin’ chance is asinine
yeah, ask denaun, man
hit a blind man with a coloring book
and told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon
f_ck it, i ain’t playin’, pull up in a van
and hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin’
“vietnam vet”, i’m out my f_ckin’ mind, man
kick over the can, beat his ass, and leave him nine grand
so if i seem a little mean to you
this ain’t savage, you ain’t never seen a brute
you wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route
you couldn’t make a bulimic puke
on a piece of f_ckin’ corn and peanut p__p
sayin’ you sick, quit playin’, you pr_ck, don’t n0body care
and why the f_ck am i yellin’ at air?
i ain’t even talkin’ to no one, ’cause ain’t n0body there
and n0body will f_ckin’ test me
’cause these hoes won’t even dare
i’m wasting punchlines, but i got so many to spare
i just thought of another one that might go here
nah, don’t waste it, save it, psycho—yeah
plus you got to rewrite those lines
that you said about michael’s hair (whoops!)

[chorus: eminem]
(you’re on fire)
that’s how you know you’re on a roll
’cause when you’re hot it’s like you’re burning up everyone else’s cold
(you’re on fire)
man, i’m so_ i’m so hot
my motherf_ckin’ firetruck’s on fire, homie
(you’re on fire)
you need to stop, drop, and roll
’cause when you say the sh_t to get the whole hip_hop shop to blow
(you’re on fire) yeah
oh, sh_t (you’re on fire)

[verse 5: fuzz scoota]
married to game a benevolent groom
bachelor party, arranged shoot up the reverend in june
reference the goons, you have to give the elephants room
run sh_t from the elegant room to the president’s tomb
d12, one plus eleven is noon
make a community feel like heaven’s sent to them
and if i have to get my intelligence room
be at your residence soon
guns on me lookin like an evidence room
and that fits range, that python, that sh_t snapped bones
you’d rather be shot with it than b_tch_smacked holmes
after dark dj’s will put your kid_raps on, but
for that young money my n_gga you’ll get kidnapped holmes
after triple_countin the bread you can get back home
collect the ransom, told my driver, “take this b_tch back home”
conversation’s recorded, gotta get that phone
it’s got valuable information on the bricks’ that’s flown
the confidential on hoes and the d_cks’ that’s blown
d12, the reason ya girl done bring a thick ass home
and i need help on the b_tches, gotta get back home
so they won’t be asking “when will you get back home?”
i call yo b_tch like “b_tch, come and pick this b_tch up,”
got her on speed dial, she used to come and get this d_ck up
she call like “you have a few minutes to come and get this quick nut?”
i have a few second ma, i can get come and get this d_ck sucked

[outro: dj young maise]
fuzz scoota!
newest member of d12
what up!
we back m_th_rf_ckers!
d12

- bizarre

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