LETRA ' BUSINESS '
Intro
Dre: Marshall...sounds like an S.O.S
Eminem: Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right
Dre: To the rapmobile...Let's go
Marshall!
Marshall!
Eminem: Bitches and gentlemen,
It's showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up
Introducing the star of our show…his name is...
Marshall!
Eminem: You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now
So without further ado, I bring to you
Marshall!
Verse 1
You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest,
more rawest form, flow almost flawless
most hardest, most honest known artist,
chip off the old block, but good old Doc is BACK
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin.
Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden
wit' his own private plane, his own pilot,
set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges
oranges, peach, pears, plums syringes. Vnnnn vnnnn,
yeah here I come, I'm inches
away from you, dear fear none,
hip hop is in a state of nine-one-one so...
Chorus (X2)
Lets get down to business.
I don't got no time to play around what is this
Must be a circus in town,
lets shut the shit down on these clowns.
Can I get a witness? HELL YEAH!
Verse 2
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles.
Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat syllables
look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone.
Time to get rid of these rap criminals
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best.
You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it
Flows too wet, nobody close to it,
nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit
the most hated on out of all
those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all
So much, they make it all up, there's no such thing,
like a female with good looks , who cooks and cleans
it just means so much more to so much more people
when you're rappin' and you know what for the show must go on.
So I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival,
C'mon! Now...
Chorus (X2)
Verse 3
Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic,
you already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes,
dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero
you can even call collect, the most feared duet,
since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette
and never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat,
people steppin' over people just to rush to the set
just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely,
ease over these beats and be so breezy
Jesus how can shit be so easy,
how can one Chandra be so Levy?
Turn on these beats, MC's don't see me.
Believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve
when we leave, dog, fo' sheezy.
Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me
T ill we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into the mountains.
Nothin' but clowns down here
but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo Dre. . . What up?
Can I get a Hell? Hell Yeah! Now...
Chorus (X2)
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall! / Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall!
Outro
So there you have it folks, Marshall has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre, and to remind you that bullshit does not pay
Because Marshall!
And Andre are here to stay and never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey
Marshall!
So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel,
Good night everyone, Thank you for coming
Your host for the evening. . . Marshall! Oh...
martes, 14 de octubre de 2008
LETRA ' EVIL DEEDS '
LETRA ' EVIL DEEDS '
[intro *talking*]
lord please forgive me for what i do… for i know not what i’ve done…
[chorus]
father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds.
[verse 1]
momma had a baby and it’s head popped off. (*echo*)
my momma didn’t want me, next thing i know i’m getting dropped off. (*echo*)
ring ring ring went the next door neighbors door and i’m on they front porch. (*echo*)
but they didn’t want me neither, so they left me on someone else’s lawn. (*echo*)
until somebody finally took me in, my great aunt and uncle edmond charles. (*echo*)
they were the ones who were left in charge.
in elementary the came to me and sang this song. (*echo*)
it went a little something like this. “marry had a little lamb. (*echo*)
debbie had a satan spawn. (*echo*)”
momma, why do they keep saying this? i just don’t understand.
and by the way, where’s my dad?
[chorus]
father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds.
[verse 2]
predominantly. predominantly. everything’s always predominantly.
predominantly white. predominantly black.
but what about me? where does that leave me?
i guess i’m in between predominantly both of ‘em.
i think if i hear that fucking word again i’mma scream.
wild projectile, vomiting. what do i look like, a comedian to you?
do you think i’m kidding? do i look like some kind of idi-
wait a minute, shit, don’t answer that. why am i so misunderstood?
why do i go through so much bullshit, it’s such bullshit, touch this bitch.
woe is me. there goes poor marshall again,
whining about his millions and his fortune and
his sorrow he’s always drowning in
and the dad that he never had and how his childhood was so bad
and how mom was a dope addict and his ex how they go at it.
man, i’d hate to have it as bad as that mr. mathers claims he had it.
man, i can’t imagine it. that little rich poor white bastard needs to
take some of that cash out of the bank and take a bath in it.
man, if i only had half of it…
you only knew the half of it…
[chorus]
father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds.
[verse 3]
evil deeds, while i plant these evil seeds.
please release me from these evil demons
i never had any of this shit planned, mom, please believe.
i don’t wanna be satan’s spawn.
never got the chance to say i’m sorry.
now look at all the pain i caused.
santa clause, why you not comin this year again?
what did i do that was so bad to deserve this?
everything coulda been so perfect, like life in a fairy tail
i’m bout to be hoist up in the air.
40 feet below me, there’s people everywhere.
i don’t even know what it feel like, cuz they know me. i’m in despair.
all i wanna do is go to the mall and take hailey on that carousel.
with out this crowd everywhere i go. but life is like a merry-go-round.
now here we go. now dosie-do. now curtains up, the shot must go.
now ring-around-the rosie. the shows over. you can all go home.
but the curtain just don’t close for me. this ain’t how fame is supposed to be.
where’s the switch i can just turn off and on? this ain’t what i chose to be.
so please, god, give me the strength to give me what it takes to carry on.
till i pass 50 back the baton, the camera’s on. my song is gone.
[chorus]
father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds.
i said father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds. (*echo*)
[outro]
oh! yeah, last one, baby… let’s go… detroit!
[intro *talking*]
lord please forgive me for what i do… for i know not what i’ve done…
[chorus]
father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds.
[verse 1]
momma had a baby and it’s head popped off. (*echo*)
my momma didn’t want me, next thing i know i’m getting dropped off. (*echo*)
ring ring ring went the next door neighbors door and i’m on they front porch. (*echo*)
but they didn’t want me neither, so they left me on someone else’s lawn. (*echo*)
until somebody finally took me in, my great aunt and uncle edmond charles. (*echo*)
they were the ones who were left in charge.
in elementary the came to me and sang this song. (*echo*)
it went a little something like this. “marry had a little lamb. (*echo*)
debbie had a satan spawn. (*echo*)”
momma, why do they keep saying this? i just don’t understand.
and by the way, where’s my dad?
[chorus]
father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds.
[verse 2]
predominantly. predominantly. everything’s always predominantly.
predominantly white. predominantly black.
but what about me? where does that leave me?
i guess i’m in between predominantly both of ‘em.
i think if i hear that fucking word again i’mma scream.
wild projectile, vomiting. what do i look like, a comedian to you?
do you think i’m kidding? do i look like some kind of idi-
wait a minute, shit, don’t answer that. why am i so misunderstood?
why do i go through so much bullshit, it’s such bullshit, touch this bitch.
woe is me. there goes poor marshall again,
whining about his millions and his fortune and
his sorrow he’s always drowning in
and the dad that he never had and how his childhood was so bad
and how mom was a dope addict and his ex how they go at it.
man, i’d hate to have it as bad as that mr. mathers claims he had it.
man, i can’t imagine it. that little rich poor white bastard needs to
take some of that cash out of the bank and take a bath in it.
man, if i only had half of it…
you only knew the half of it…
[chorus]
father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds.
[verse 3]
evil deeds, while i plant these evil seeds.
please release me from these evil demons
i never had any of this shit planned, mom, please believe.
i don’t wanna be satan’s spawn.
never got the chance to say i’m sorry.
now look at all the pain i caused.
santa clause, why you not comin this year again?
what did i do that was so bad to deserve this?
everything coulda been so perfect, like life in a fairy tail
i’m bout to be hoist up in the air.
40 feet below me, there’s people everywhere.
i don’t even know what it feel like, cuz they know me. i’m in despair.
all i wanna do is go to the mall and take hailey on that carousel.
with out this crowd everywhere i go. but life is like a merry-go-round.
now here we go. now dosie-do. now curtains up, the shot must go.
now ring-around-the rosie. the shows over. you can all go home.
but the curtain just don’t close for me. this ain’t how fame is supposed to be.
where’s the switch i can just turn off and on? this ain’t what i chose to be.
so please, god, give me the strength to give me what it takes to carry on.
till i pass 50 back the baton, the camera’s on. my song is gone.
[chorus]
father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds.
i said father please forgive me for i know not what i do.
i just never had the chance to ever meet you.
therefore i did not know that i would grow to be
my mother’s evil seed and do these evil deeds. (*echo*)
[outro]
oh! yeah, last one, baby… let’s go… detroit!
LETRA ' 6 IN THE MORNING '
LETRA ' 6 IN THE MORNING '
Good morning
Haha
Wake ur mother fuckin asses up
yo with us or what
Good morning
Haha
Wake ur mother fuckin asses up
Wake ur mother fuckin asses up
Wake ur mother fuckin asses up
Yo wit us or what
Well come on then u know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch
For whatever its worth, it’s worth havin my ass whipped
Cause I’m a have the last lift that had ever kissed ass worth
I just can’t get past the little pissed ass
That wanna be born bad asses so bad
And they so mad they cant stand it
Cause we can and they can’t speak
And they cant handle it like a man
And that’s when it just happens I snap and it’s a wrap
and it’s a scrap and it isn’t rap is it?
Hip hop isn’t a sport anymore
When u gotta go and resort back to that shit
Maybe I’m old fashion but my passion is to smash any one
rappin without havin to slap them
Believe my I’d much rather have to lift a pencil than
a bitch when I’m pissed out
But it alls depends on how far it gets took on the mic
Cause I’m telling u right now ur not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge I’m pullin u wit me
U poke a stick at a pit bull u get bit
Ur words stick to u like crazy glue when u dis me
Cause they just bounce off me like bullets do 50
I’m the beautiful instinct
And ur gonna miss me when I’m gone
Like keith murray when he threw his cool and hit a girl accidentally
I threw this with swifty, kon and kuniva, bizzy and proof r u wit me
Chorus – (eminem)
Good morning
Everybody good morning
Kick ur shoes off mother fuckers good morning
Cause we get it on
Till the break of down
And wake ur ass up mother fucker its morning
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the morning
So help us sing along with the words of the song
And if u don’t know the words an u can’t sing along
And fake like u know em mother fuckers an join in
And every body come on
(swifty)
The media a pitomy of beef starter
And the party with heat
Its hard to keep u alive one
Fuck snugs
I walk in a club with shot guns
Constantly poppin slugs
Aint hot son but I got one
The bosses of all bosses
I holocast anyone who ever ain’t catious
In a house with dog shit
I’m a gothic death product, you’ll stop breathin
You’ll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
And it ain’t about whatch u reading
When u meet me u better speak like a seasons greetin
Either that or we’ll be beefin frequent
Niggas need a e just to speak shit
Your leader is boutique bitch
Keep the heater where u can reach quick
I snipe u with it and we don’t even keep it a secret
I did it from a mind of mental patient
When glocks wave u can save the conversation for Satan
You brave?
Chorus – (Eminem)
Good morning
Everybody good morning
Kick ur shoes off mother fucker good morning
Cause we get it on
Till the break of down
And wake ur ass up mother fucker its morning
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the morning
So help us sing along with the words of the song
And if u don’t know the words an u can’t sing along
And fake like u know em mother fuckers an join in
And every body come on
(kuniva)
Yo yo I heard u niggas don’t like us
But so what this beef is like
What the fuck did he say in his rap em?
I can see that he’s just a punk
I mean these niggas squeeze on me
Please I’m seeing guts
I don’t need no enemies as my family a couple of trucks
Am I empty seein them ?
I empty out them ? to fight u
In front of every reporter that I don’t like
No need for metaphors
I get urs across when I write
So emotions enough to say fuck u bitch
An I don’t like u WHAT
I might as well just give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave d 12 and this blunt
We cant self disrupt
I’ve never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like bugs
Last night of his life
(kon artist)
I walk with a limp
Pistol hangin off tha hip
I’m awkward an quick enough
And sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcass is split even
The beef is partially thick
We can’t take u serious
You a comedy skit
U probably wish that u
Could be out shootin them G’s
But the only thing u shoot is the breeze
I can’t believe u speakin on movin keys
But every time we hear u kick it
The only thing u sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get ur guts clapped outta ur stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get ur gun and if ur comin
Chorus – (eminem)
Good morning
Everybody good morning
Kick ur shoes off mother fucker good morning
Cause we get it on
Till the break of down
And wake ur ass up mother fucker its morning
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the morning
So help us sing along with the words of the song
And if u don’t know the words an u can’t sing along
And fake like u know em mother fuckers an join in
And every body come on
Good morning
Haha
Wake ur mother fuckin asses up
yo with us or what
Good morning
Haha
Wake ur mother fuckin asses up
Wake ur mother fuckin asses up
Wake ur mother fuckin asses up
Yo wit us or what
Well come on then u know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch
For whatever its worth, it’s worth havin my ass whipped
Cause I’m a have the last lift that had ever kissed ass worth
I just can’t get past the little pissed ass
That wanna be born bad asses so bad
And they so mad they cant stand it
Cause we can and they can’t speak
And they cant handle it like a man
And that’s when it just happens I snap and it’s a wrap
and it’s a scrap and it isn’t rap is it?
Hip hop isn’t a sport anymore
When u gotta go and resort back to that shit
Maybe I’m old fashion but my passion is to smash any one
rappin without havin to slap them
Believe my I’d much rather have to lift a pencil than
a bitch when I’m pissed out
But it alls depends on how far it gets took on the mic
Cause I’m telling u right now ur not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge I’m pullin u wit me
U poke a stick at a pit bull u get bit
Ur words stick to u like crazy glue when u dis me
Cause they just bounce off me like bullets do 50
I’m the beautiful instinct
And ur gonna miss me when I’m gone
Like keith murray when he threw his cool and hit a girl accidentally
I threw this with swifty, kon and kuniva, bizzy and proof r u wit me
Chorus – (eminem)
Good morning
Everybody good morning
Kick ur shoes off mother fuckers good morning
Cause we get it on
Till the break of down
And wake ur ass up mother fucker its morning
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the morning
So help us sing along with the words of the song
And if u don’t know the words an u can’t sing along
And fake like u know em mother fuckers an join in
And every body come on
(swifty)
The media a pitomy of beef starter
And the party with heat
Its hard to keep u alive one
Fuck snugs
I walk in a club with shot guns
Constantly poppin slugs
Aint hot son but I got one
The bosses of all bosses
I holocast anyone who ever ain’t catious
In a house with dog shit
I’m a gothic death product, you’ll stop breathin
You’ll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
And it ain’t about whatch u reading
When u meet me u better speak like a seasons greetin
Either that or we’ll be beefin frequent
Niggas need a e just to speak shit
Your leader is boutique bitch
Keep the heater where u can reach quick
I snipe u with it and we don’t even keep it a secret
I did it from a mind of mental patient
When glocks wave u can save the conversation for Satan
You brave?
Chorus – (Eminem)
Good morning
Everybody good morning
Kick ur shoes off mother fucker good morning
Cause we get it on
Till the break of down
And wake ur ass up mother fucker its morning
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the morning
So help us sing along with the words of the song
And if u don’t know the words an u can’t sing along
And fake like u know em mother fuckers an join in
And every body come on
(kuniva)
Yo yo I heard u niggas don’t like us
But so what this beef is like
What the fuck did he say in his rap em?
I can see that he’s just a punk
I mean these niggas squeeze on me
Please I’m seeing guts
I don’t need no enemies as my family a couple of trucks
Am I empty seein them ?
I empty out them ? to fight u
In front of every reporter that I don’t like
No need for metaphors
I get urs across when I write
So emotions enough to say fuck u bitch
An I don’t like u WHAT
I might as well just give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave d 12 and this blunt
We cant self disrupt
I’ve never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like bugs
Last night of his life
(kon artist)
I walk with a limp
Pistol hangin off tha hip
I’m awkward an quick enough
And sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcass is split even
The beef is partially thick
We can’t take u serious
You a comedy skit
U probably wish that u
Could be out shootin them G’s
But the only thing u shoot is the breeze
I can’t believe u speakin on movin keys
But every time we hear u kick it
The only thing u sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get ur guts clapped outta ur stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get ur gun and if ur comin
Chorus – (eminem)
Good morning
Everybody good morning
Kick ur shoes off mother fucker good morning
Cause we get it on
Till the break of down
And wake ur ass up mother fucker its morning
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the morning
So help us sing along with the words of the song
And if u don’t know the words an u can’t sing along
And fake like u know em mother fuckers an join in
And every body come on
LETRA ' BATTLE 3 VS PAPA DOC (8 MILE) '
LETRA ' BATTLE 3 VS PAPA DOC (8 MILE) '
Battle 3 vs. Pappa-Doc
[B.Rabbit:]
Now everybody from the 313 put your motherfuckin hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313 put your motherfukin hands up
Look, look
Now while he stands tough
notice that this man did not have his hands up
this freeworld's got you gased up
now whose afraid of the big bad wolf?
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac, 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
you're pac, he’s pac, no pac, none
this guy ain’t no motherfuckin MC
I know everything he’s got to say against me
I am white
I am a fuckin bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
my boy future is an Uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Chedder Bob who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun
I did get jumped
by all six of you chumps
and Wink did fuck my girl
I’m still standin’ here sayin’ fuck the Freeworld
don’t ever try to judge me dude
you don’t know what the fuck I been through
but I know somethin’ about you
you went to Cranbrooke, that’s a private school
what’s the matter dawg you embarassed?
this guy’s a gangsta? His real name’s Clarence
and Clarence lives at home with both parents
and Clarence parents have a real good marriage
this guy don’t wanna battle, he’s shook
‘Cause ain’t no such thing as half way crooks
he’s scared to death
he’s scared to look
at his fuckin’ yearbook
fuck Cranbrooke(music stops)
Fuck a beat, I'll go accapella
Fuck a Papa Doc, Fuck a clock, Fuck a trailer
fuck everybody
fuck y’all if you doubt me
I’m a fuckin’ piece of white trash I say it proudly
And fuck this battle I don’t want to win, I’m outty
here tell these people somethin’
They don’t know about me
Battle 3 vs. Pappa-Doc
[B.Rabbit:]
Now everybody from the 313 put your motherfuckin hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313 put your motherfukin hands up
Look, look
Now while he stands tough
notice that this man did not have his hands up
this freeworld's got you gased up
now whose afraid of the big bad wolf?
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac, 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
you're pac, he’s pac, no pac, none
this guy ain’t no motherfuckin MC
I know everything he’s got to say against me
I am white
I am a fuckin bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
my boy future is an Uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Chedder Bob who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun
I did get jumped
by all six of you chumps
and Wink did fuck my girl
I’m still standin’ here sayin’ fuck the Freeworld
don’t ever try to judge me dude
you don’t know what the fuck I been through
but I know somethin’ about you
you went to Cranbrooke, that’s a private school
what’s the matter dawg you embarassed?
this guy’s a gangsta? His real name’s Clarence
and Clarence lives at home with both parents
and Clarence parents have a real good marriage
this guy don’t wanna battle, he’s shook
‘Cause ain’t no such thing as half way crooks
he’s scared to death
he’s scared to look
at his fuckin’ yearbook
fuck Cranbrooke(music stops)
Fuck a beat, I'll go accapella
Fuck a Papa Doc, Fuck a clock, Fuck a trailer
fuck everybody
fuck y’all if you doubt me
I’m a fuckin’ piece of white trash I say it proudly
And fuck this battle I don’t want to win, I’m outty
here tell these people somethin’
They don’t know about me
LETRA ' PUKE '
LETRA ' PUKE '
(puke noises)
em: there i go, thinkin of you again...
[chorus]
you don’t know how sick you make me
you make me fuckin sick to my stomach
every time i think of you i puke
you must just not know
you may not think you do but you do
every time i think of you i puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down
and write you a little poem
but off of the dome it would probably be a little more
more suitable for this type of song
i got a million reasons off the top of my head
that i could think of
16 bars just aint enough to put some ink to
so fuck it im'a start right here and just be brief
about to rattle off some other reasons
i knew i shouldn't go and get another tattoo
of you on my arm, but what do i go and do?
i go and get another one, now i got two
now i’m sittin here with your name on my skin
i can’t believe i went and did this stupid shit again
my next girlfriend, now here names gotta be kim... shit
if you only knew how much i hated you
for every motherfuckin thing you ever put us through
then i wouldn’t be standin here cryin over you... boohoo
[chorus]
I was gonna take the time to sit down
and write you a little letter
but i thought a song would probably be a little better
instead of a letter, that you'd probably just shred up... yea
i stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think of
how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to
a stupid piece of paper, i’d rather let you see how
much i fuckin hate you in a freestyle
you’re a fuckin cokehead and i hope you fuckin die
i hope you get to hell and satan sticks a needle in your eye
i hate your fuckin guts you fuckin slut i hope you die... die
but please don’t get me wrong, i’m not bitter or mad
its not that i still love you its not cause i want you back
it’s just that when i think of you it makes me wanna yack... yack
but what else can i do, i haven't got a clue
now i guess i’ll just move on i have no choice but to
but every time i think of you now all i wanna do is puke
[chorus]
(puking noises)
(puke noises)
em: there i go, thinkin of you again...
[chorus]
you don’t know how sick you make me
you make me fuckin sick to my stomach
every time i think of you i puke
you must just not know
you may not think you do but you do
every time i think of you i puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down
and write you a little poem
but off of the dome it would probably be a little more
more suitable for this type of song
i got a million reasons off the top of my head
that i could think of
16 bars just aint enough to put some ink to
so fuck it im'a start right here and just be brief
about to rattle off some other reasons
i knew i shouldn't go and get another tattoo
of you on my arm, but what do i go and do?
i go and get another one, now i got two
now i’m sittin here with your name on my skin
i can’t believe i went and did this stupid shit again
my next girlfriend, now here names gotta be kim... shit
if you only knew how much i hated you
for every motherfuckin thing you ever put us through
then i wouldn’t be standin here cryin over you... boohoo
[chorus]
I was gonna take the time to sit down
and write you a little letter
but i thought a song would probably be a little better
instead of a letter, that you'd probably just shred up... yea
i stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think of
how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to
a stupid piece of paper, i’d rather let you see how
much i fuckin hate you in a freestyle
you’re a fuckin cokehead and i hope you fuckin die
i hope you get to hell and satan sticks a needle in your eye
i hate your fuckin guts you fuckin slut i hope you die... die
but please don’t get me wrong, i’m not bitter or mad
its not that i still love you its not cause i want you back
it’s just that when i think of you it makes me wanna yack... yack
but what else can i do, i haven't got a clue
now i guess i’ll just move on i have no choice but to
but every time i think of you now all i wanna do is puke
[chorus]
(puking noises)
LETRA ' REMEMBER ME? (EN ESPAÑOL) '
LETRA ' REMEMBER ME? (EN ESPAÑOL) '
(¿Me Recuerdas?)
(RBX) ¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Varias ejecuciones")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("No tengo piedad")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Tengo un don divino")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Tiro bombas como las de Hiroshima")
¿Para eso esta la X, retrasado?
Porque cojo el micro y me vengo, es como un síndrome
Me escondo en Roma y de las masas, sin fronteras
Las Ratas Blancas me clasifican bajo el término de universal
Sin prueba previa, pegar palabras es controvertido
Como no soy alguien al cual quieras desafiar, ves por
qué te daré una patada en el culo como hizo aquel
tren, como aquella zorra
que fue "vetada por la televisión".
Peso-pesado, levántate, te he dado, veo tu cabeza partida en dos
Loco es la moción, la yerba se abre camino
Agujeros en el liderato, el cuarentaycinco se abre
camino (Dedos pegajosos)
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Lanzad vuestras al aire!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Slam! Slam!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Negrata, cubreme-la-espalda!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Chka-Chka-Onyx")
Negros cogiendo un "no" por respuesta, gueto no
Yeah, la muy puta se negó, pero fue más bien como "no, no, no!!"
La vida es una putada; sííí, te follará como la dejes
Mejor que mejor que mejor que ser un competidor
Este veto es una cabeza, la mierda es toda más roja, tu más muerto que muerto
Yo mejor unto el queso y credda
Mejor que vendeta, una suave beretta de gueto a gueto
¿Pruebas? ¡Qué va! Nunca dejes a un loco.
Yo tengo el alma de cualquier rapero dentro de mí, ámame u ódiame
Mi mamá fue violada por la industria y me creó a mí
Soy el más enfermo de los negratas, jamás te lo dije
Me vuelvo más gatito que todos los putones juntos
¿Quieres carne, negro? PSH mejor muerta esa mierda.
Mi nombre debería ser "No-me-puedo-creer-que-el-negro-dijera-esa-mierda"
Problamente diga "que no es un asesino, pero me mato a mí mismo"
Fumo hasta la sordera, follo zorras crudamente, en el suelo de la cocina
Así que piensa lo que te voy a hacer a ti, te he hecho a ti.
Tengo negros en el barrio que harían toda esa mierda por una bala también
¿Qué queréis hacer, chupapollas? Somos cazadores de glock
Hasta que los polis nos esposen, empezaremos a ruckus y blockbusters
Activos a todas horas, no nos puedes tocar
Estoy enterándome negros, me quieren muerto
Una en la cabeza, ¿creéis que puedo ser algo que dije? (Eminem)
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Simplemente no doy un puto duro!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Sííí, que te follen a ti también!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? (Estoy decaído y arrastrado)
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Soy shady")
Cuando salga, voy a salir disparando
No me refiero a cuando muera, me refiero a cuando vaya a la discoteca, estúpido
Estoy intentando lavar mi puta imagen, así se lo he prometido a los putos críticos
Yo nunca diría fuck durante seis minutos
(*click* Seis minutos, Slim Shady, estás en el aire)
La mamá de mi hija, la zorra me hizo una rubia cabreada
Así que me escribí una canción, la maté y vi
Haley en la tele
Puede que esté equivocado, sigo pensando esas locuras
En mi cráneo, pero estoy atrapado con una madre
loca (¿Está de verdad tan drogada como tu dices?)
Llegué a casa, alguien rompió la ventana trasera
y robó dos ametralladoras doradas y mis dos gabardinas
Malos, muy malos sueños de imágenes de pic-nic,
dos niños, ambos de dieciséis,
Y M-16 con diez cargadores cada una
Y son suficientes para alcanzar a seis niños cada uno
Y Slim es acusado en la charla Bill Clinton
de pervertir la calle.
A LA PUTA MIERDA CON ESO! PSH mariquitas os
podéis convertir en cenciza volcánica
Y volver a aparecer en el infierno con un
bote de gasolina, y con una cerilla
Moraleja, Dre, coge el sentido, enséñales
de lo que va esto (Qué cojones estás mirando, negro?)
¿No te acuerdas de mí?
¿Te acuerdas de mí?
¿Te acuerdas de mí?
¿Te acuerdas de mí?
(¿Me Recuerdas?)
(RBX) ¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Varias ejecuciones")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("No tengo piedad")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Tengo un don divino")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Tiro bombas como las de Hiroshima")
¿Para eso esta la X, retrasado?
Porque cojo el micro y me vengo, es como un síndrome
Me escondo en Roma y de las masas, sin fronteras
Las Ratas Blancas me clasifican bajo el término de universal
Sin prueba previa, pegar palabras es controvertido
Como no soy alguien al cual quieras desafiar, ves por
qué te daré una patada en el culo como hizo aquel
tren, como aquella zorra
que fue "vetada por la televisión".
Peso-pesado, levántate, te he dado, veo tu cabeza partida en dos
Loco es la moción, la yerba se abre camino
Agujeros en el liderato, el cuarentaycinco se abre
camino (Dedos pegajosos)
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Lanzad vuestras al aire!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Slam! Slam!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Negrata, cubreme-la-espalda!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Chka-Chka-Onyx")
Negros cogiendo un "no" por respuesta, gueto no
Yeah, la muy puta se negó, pero fue más bien como "no, no, no!!"
La vida es una putada; sííí, te follará como la dejes
Mejor que mejor que mejor que ser un competidor
Este veto es una cabeza, la mierda es toda más roja, tu más muerto que muerto
Yo mejor unto el queso y credda
Mejor que vendeta, una suave beretta de gueto a gueto
¿Pruebas? ¡Qué va! Nunca dejes a un loco.
Yo tengo el alma de cualquier rapero dentro de mí, ámame u ódiame
Mi mamá fue violada por la industria y me creó a mí
Soy el más enfermo de los negratas, jamás te lo dije
Me vuelvo más gatito que todos los putones juntos
¿Quieres carne, negro? PSH mejor muerta esa mierda.
Mi nombre debería ser "No-me-puedo-creer-que-el-negro-dijera-esa-mierda"
Problamente diga "que no es un asesino, pero me mato a mí mismo"
Fumo hasta la sordera, follo zorras crudamente, en el suelo de la cocina
Así que piensa lo que te voy a hacer a ti, te he hecho a ti.
Tengo negros en el barrio que harían toda esa mierda por una bala también
¿Qué queréis hacer, chupapollas? Somos cazadores de glock
Hasta que los polis nos esposen, empezaremos a ruckus y blockbusters
Activos a todas horas, no nos puedes tocar
Estoy enterándome negros, me quieren muerto
Una en la cabeza, ¿creéis que puedo ser algo que dije? (Eminem)
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Simplemente no doy un puto duro!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Sííí, que te follen a ti también!")
¿Te acuerdas de mí? (Estoy decaído y arrastrado)
¿Te acuerdas de mí? ("Soy shady")
Cuando salga, voy a salir disparando
No me refiero a cuando muera, me refiero a cuando vaya a la discoteca, estúpido
Estoy intentando lavar mi puta imagen, así se lo he prometido a los putos críticos
Yo nunca diría fuck durante seis minutos
(*click* Seis minutos, Slim Shady, estás en el aire)
La mamá de mi hija, la zorra me hizo una rubia cabreada
Así que me escribí una canción, la maté y vi
Haley en la tele
Puede que esté equivocado, sigo pensando esas locuras
En mi cráneo, pero estoy atrapado con una madre
loca (¿Está de verdad tan drogada como tu dices?)
Llegué a casa, alguien rompió la ventana trasera
y robó dos ametralladoras doradas y mis dos gabardinas
Malos, muy malos sueños de imágenes de pic-nic,
dos niños, ambos de dieciséis,
Y M-16 con diez cargadores cada una
Y son suficientes para alcanzar a seis niños cada uno
Y Slim es acusado en la charla Bill Clinton
de pervertir la calle.
A LA PUTA MIERDA CON ESO! PSH mariquitas os
podéis convertir en cenciza volcánica
Y volver a aparecer en el infierno con un
bote de gasolina, y con una cerilla
Moraleja, Dre, coge el sentido, enséñales
de lo que va esto (Qué cojones estás mirando, negro?)
¿No te acuerdas de mí?
¿Te acuerdas de mí?
¿Te acuerdas de mí?
¿Te acuerdas de mí?
LETRA ' HOW COME '
LETRA ' HOW COME '
[intro]
So I changed, huh
You got a phone,
Pick it up, call me
[chorus:]
How come, we don't even talk no mo',
And you don't even call no mo',
We don't barely keep in touch at all,
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no mo',
And I heard it through the grape vine we been beefin' now,
After all the years we've been down,
Ain't no way, no how,
This bullshit can't be true,
We family, aint a damn thing change unless it's you
[verse one]
We were so young,
So full of life and vivrance,
Side by side wherever you was ridin’, I went,
So close or most us some bonnie and clyde shit,
When ronnie died you was right by my side,
With a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,
And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,
You even had the same type of childhood I did,
Sometimes I just wanna know why,
Is it that you sur-came to yours,
And mine I survived it,
You ran the streets I nine to fived it,
We grew up, grew apart this time went by us,
Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,
Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it,
Much as your pride tries to hide it,
You're cold your touch is just like ice,
And your eyes is the look of resentment,
I can sense it and I don’t like it
[chorus]
(kon artis)
[verse two]
It was my dream at first to be all spittin the verse,
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse,
So I came out I would'a killed a nigga first,
'fore I let him disrespect me,
Or check me up with somethin' worse,
Some bitch that I wasn't with,
I would'a hit her to would'a quit,
But you were plain talkin' to her,
And tell her she was the shit,
I told you don't get involved with her,
You were smoking the cron'c with her,
Coming out'a the bar with her,
Stumblin' half drunk,
Like y'all husband or wife or somthin',
But me catchin' he fuckin' other nigga,
Must've hurt your pride or somthin',
'cause you wolf I fit them after people,
Like you want it with me,
When all I tried to do is show you that your bitch was shifty,
And lyrics is the fans and all the shit that I produce,
You actin' like I ain't your man,
And lyin' like she can't be loose,
But I am really your friend,
I'm just trying to tell you the truth,
Don't hate the game or the playa',
The one that's changin is you
[chorus]
(proof)
[verse three]
We gettin lonely at the top
Cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like I gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch, get ta speakin all rude
Fools I used to rap with, all expect magic
Like my finger get ta snappin and *poof* it just happen
But proof its just actin, at the party were stoned
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in your grin, since the ghetto we been friends
Forever, real intelegience, thats forever till the end
I peep the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lie
Aint wastin my time with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter respite
(and how come) its my fault for what you did with your life
And every time I go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face
[intro]
So I changed, huh
You got a phone,
Pick it up, call me
[chorus:]
How come, we don't even talk no mo',
And you don't even call no mo',
We don't barely keep in touch at all,
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no mo',
And I heard it through the grape vine we been beefin' now,
After all the years we've been down,
Ain't no way, no how,
This bullshit can't be true,
We family, aint a damn thing change unless it's you
[verse one]
We were so young,
So full of life and vivrance,
Side by side wherever you was ridin’, I went,
So close or most us some bonnie and clyde shit,
When ronnie died you was right by my side,
With a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,
And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,
You even had the same type of childhood I did,
Sometimes I just wanna know why,
Is it that you sur-came to yours,
And mine I survived it,
You ran the streets I nine to fived it,
We grew up, grew apart this time went by us,
Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,
Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it,
Much as your pride tries to hide it,
You're cold your touch is just like ice,
And your eyes is the look of resentment,
I can sense it and I don’t like it
[chorus]
(kon artis)
[verse two]
It was my dream at first to be all spittin the verse,
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse,
So I came out I would'a killed a nigga first,
'fore I let him disrespect me,
Or check me up with somethin' worse,
Some bitch that I wasn't with,
I would'a hit her to would'a quit,
But you were plain talkin' to her,
And tell her she was the shit,
I told you don't get involved with her,
You were smoking the cron'c with her,
Coming out'a the bar with her,
Stumblin' half drunk,
Like y'all husband or wife or somthin',
But me catchin' he fuckin' other nigga,
Must've hurt your pride or somthin',
'cause you wolf I fit them after people,
Like you want it with me,
When all I tried to do is show you that your bitch was shifty,
And lyrics is the fans and all the shit that I produce,
You actin' like I ain't your man,
And lyin' like she can't be loose,
But I am really your friend,
I'm just trying to tell you the truth,
Don't hate the game or the playa',
The one that's changin is you
[chorus]
(proof)
[verse three]
We gettin lonely at the top
Cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like I gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch, get ta speakin all rude
Fools I used to rap with, all expect magic
Like my finger get ta snappin and *poof* it just happen
But proof its just actin, at the party were stoned
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in your grin, since the ghetto we been friends
Forever, real intelegience, thats forever till the end
I peep the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lie
Aint wastin my time with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter respite
(and how come) its my fault for what you did with your life
And every time I go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face
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