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eminem - alfred's theme كلمات الأغنية

before i check the mic (check, check, one, two)
i give it an extra swipe with a lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening)
coronavirus in effect tonight

antiseptics on deck, i got every type (yeah)

i throw on my tux, then i (yeah) give zero f_cks, then i (yeah)
act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my nuts, then i (yeah)
check my ball hair (what?), make sure it’s all there (yeah)
then call the pallbearer (yeah)

it’s music to be murdered by again, why stop?
overk!ll like a pipe bomb in your pine box
you’re all hitched to my c_ck (what?)
went from punchin’ a time clock to getting my shot
then treated it like a cyclops
like it’s the only one i got
and my thoughts are like nines c_cked (chk_chk)
every line’s obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked
that’s why there’s parental advising every time i drop

so throw on the theme to alfred, i’ll channel him like the panama c_n_l
but how could i get up in arms about you saying trash is all that i put out?
b_tch, i still get the bag when i’m putting garbage out
plus, the potty mouth, i’m not about to wash it out
the filthiest, so all this talk about “i’m washed up”, how preposterous
because if cleanliness is next to godliness
it’s obvious that it’s impossible for me to be beside myself

and i’m ’bout that capital like a proper noun
still on top the pile
got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial
quick to call you out on your bullsh_t
don’t make me give that crock a dial
’cause if i do, it’s see you later, alligator
made it out the trailer, then i made a vow to cater to no one
so hate, i’ve gained about the same amount that’s in my bank account
so here’s some more sh_t for you to complain about, i say the

bars that never slack, but always get attacked (yeah)
i think they’re gunnin’ for me, it’s startin’ to feel like that
like i’m marked, ’cause when i rap, it’s like fallin’ on my back in a tar pit
’cause i have this target on my back (ew, yuck)

but if i ever double_crossed my fans and lost my stans
i’d probably pop five xans (yeah)
go in my garage, start my van
inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust i can
and doze off like, but odds like that with these thoughts i have’s
like a giant getting squashed by ants
if this is the test of time, i’d pass with flying colors
like i just tossed my crayons (tossed my crayons)
small, medium, and large size cans
sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands
which is a small price for lysol wipes and
if my palms brush across my pants, i wash my hands

sh_t, hold on, man
motherf_cker
happy birthday to_
f_ck (shh, quiet)

i sit in silence in candlelit environments (yeah)
sipping wild irish while getting violent (what?)
homicidal visions when i’m spitting like this
but really i’m just fulfilling my wish of k!lling rhymes
which is really childish and silly, but i’m really like this
i’m giving nightmares to billie eilish, i’m diddy’s side b_tch

what the f_ck? hold on, wait
“i’m diddy’s side b_tch”?
oh, i’m still east side, b_tch

so until the e_n_d, since epmd
been givin’ y’all the business (yeah), d.r.e and me (yup)
from the mmlp to mtbmb (b_tch)
b_tch, it’s 2020, you still ain’t seein’ me (haha)
so call me santa clause (santa clause)
’cause at the present (yeah), i out_rap ’em all, i’m at the mall
got your b_tch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball (uh)
through a plastic straw (yeah) with a fractured jaw (d_mn)
my d_ck is coat check (ha), she wanna jack it off (yeah)
i’m so far past the bar, i should practice law

mentally, i’m f_cked up generally (duh)
dukes of hazzard car, get the cadaver dogs
’cause this is murder, murder and you’ll get murked, murked
this music ’bout to k!ll you, brr, brr (brr)
this chicken hit my phone, she said, “chirp, chirp”
i said, “hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt”
then go eat some worms, like the early bird
what the f_ck is love? that’s a dirty word
make me fall in it, there’s not a girl on earth
or any other planet, that’s a world of hurt

and i won’t buy a designer, ’cause i don’t pander
but i’m back with so many knots, i need a chiropractor (d_mn)
and this the final chapter, ’cause i’m either frying after
or they gon’ give me the needle (what?) like a vinyl scratcher (dj)

yeah, i’m a card, like hallmark
at walmart with a small cart buying wall art
and y’all who claim to be dogs aren’t
no bite like a tree mostly just all bark, arf, arf
but y’all pickin’ the wrong tree, they call me dog because i’m barking (bark, bark, bar king)
and i got a lot, yeah, like where cars park
i’d describe it as bowling (why?) ball hard (ball’s hard)

’cause the gutter’s where my mind is and when
it’s in this frame, better split like the five and the ten
’cause without a second to spare, i’m strikin’ again
and when the beat is up my alley, i go right for the pens

the cypher begins
i’m talkin’ smack like heroin, the mic’s a syringe
it’s like a binge, vicodin, i would liken to tin
my mind is a recycling bin
there’s no place i never been
but i never budge and i never bend
you hyperextend on me, this game’s life, it depends
like adult diapers for men
even when i’m rappin’ less stellar
it’s sour grapes, i still whine, i’m the best seller

like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through dre’s booth
and go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route
so you won’t leave here just scathed with a few scr_pe wounds
your ass is grass and i am not gonna graze you
but if bar’s were semi_mac’s, i’d be the mad hatter
’cause i got so many caps, and you don’t have any straps (nah)
so you’d be a fitted (yeah), so don’t act like you fittin’ to snap
b_tch, i’ll pee on your head, like a phillies hat (haha)

no stoppin’ me, you’re on a window shopping spree
b_tch, you probably go broke at the dollar tree
you never buy sh_t, all you ever cop’s a plea
you’re always punkin’ out like halloween
you rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk
homie, you’re not a g, act like you got the pump
you’re gonna c_ck the heat or get the glock and dump
b_tch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn’t pop the trunk

yeah, and i’m buddies with alfred, we about to
disembowel them, gut ’em and scalp ’em, yeah
this is ’bout to be the bloodiest outcome
’cause we gon’ make you bleed with every cut from this album

so i’m choppin’ ’em up like dahmer
the nut job with the nuts that are bigger than jabba the hutt
i’m in the cut, and i’m out for the blood
it’s lookin’ like it’s that time of the month
carvin’ ’em up with the bars while i sharpen ’em up, dog and a mutt
i’m gonna f_ck your mom in the b_tt with a thermometer, f_ckin’ phenomenal, but
y’all’ll get cut the f_ck up like abdominals if you don’t vámonos
i keep droppin’ like dominos, the formidable, abominable
stompin’ a mudhole in my comp even if it’s off the top of the dome
son ’em, get the coppertone, i’m at the stop and go coppin’ the mop and glo
got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope
you out of pocket though, like a motherf_ckin’ wallet stole

wait, why’d the beat cut off?
f_ck it

- eminem

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