Lyrics to Fuck
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[Featuring Frogg]
Intro Frogg:
Whoa a get your hands in the air and get to clappin 'em
and like back and forth bacause ah this is what you thought it
wasn't. It be's the brothers representin the dirty dozen.
I be the F R O and double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...
Verse 1 Eminem (Frogg):
Slim Shady
Brain dead like Jan Brady
I'm a M80
You little like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty writin rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you pressed a double album
Admit it, fuck it, I'll be comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, hocus smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the pudding just ask the Shawn Holman
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin fuck the world like Tupac, I just don't give a fuck
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mack
And tellin your boys that I'm on crack, I just don't give a fuck
So, put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack,I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck,
Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and stuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuck
Verse 2 Eminem, (Frogg):
I'm nicer than P, but I'm on a search to crush your milkbone
I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with known seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is lyrical combat, gentleman hold your pistols
But I form like Voltran and blast you with my soda missles
Slim Shady, Eminem is my old initials (Bye-bye)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
Illunious, zanious, spontaneous, sporatic
Impulsive thinker, impulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fucking trash can
With more holes than an afghan
Verse 3 Eminem:
Somebody let me out this limousine, I'm a caged demon
On stage screamin like Rage Against The Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically braindead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin a jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam that's when my face strayed
Went to gym in eighth grade raped the womens swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
Outro Eminem:
Hey, fuck that!
Pace One
Young Zee
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