Pull a fifth of bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head Looking like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead And tomorrow probably still be too high to get out of bed Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer Mixing hennessey and fanta with pepto and mylanta I shoot the gift like I’m hollerin’ “die santa” Missed the tree and hit Rudolf and two innocent bystanders So quite tryna play the wall like you Paul And get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin’ They call the Stefan Marlbury of rap, darling Cause soon as they throw on some R. Kelly I start ballin’! Making it rain for the ladies in the mini’s But I’m not throwing ones, five’s, ten’s or even twenty’s I’m throwing quarters, nickels, dimes, pennys Up at skinny’s, man I do this for them bunnys up at Denny’s From the north east and west But when it comes to them trailers in them south parks, muffle it Cause homie, that hood’s tighter than Kenny’s So ladies if your belly button’s not an innie, them I’m outtie Now hop in my minivan, let’s get rowdy cmon! Eminem
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 14:05:17 +0000