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* Fart

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

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

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

Yo I with no engine
I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Doc stir the madness
We all out of work like Tony
Walking with cans in a basket
America's most with the after us
Fuck flossin' we take yours
fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes that know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches face is what do
that's what white boy Tyno do

So everybody doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To screw and to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if don't wanna bump to this

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if you wanna bump

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

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

Mr. Punk
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop like I just got jumped
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the
With an automatic me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his
Staking my house out in a tinted Sedan
your mouth out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or canned spinach or Spam
You sip through a straw
Shop lift through the
Pictures of me on my mom's living room
Hey ma maybe I'll give you a
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a dick and two
I'm giving you all my script
is to piss a priest off with this
Pop pills than police officers
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
off my dick, hands off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
Cause I'm so goddamn off the
I might as be a painting smashed on the floor

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

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

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

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